Norway rang the doorbell, and the door slammed open. A jumpy Coats Island was standing there, and looked relieved for a mere second before she spotted Iceland.
"Why did you bring him?" she whined, before turning on her heel and scurrying along. They followed her, Iceland with a frown of annoyance marring his features. She opened the door to England's study and let Norway in, closing the door before Iceland could follow.
"What are you doing?" he shouted, but she placed herself between him and the door.
"You thick-headed idiot, he's using magic. Do you want to get turned into a giraffe or something?" She glared at him and then moved away.
"Huh? Where are you going?" His anger gone, he could only stare in confusion as she walked away.
"Home. Take care of those two – you got that?" She didn't wait for his answer before continuing out of the door.
…
She stared out over the bay, an arm around one of her deer. At least they left her alone here. If Mattie or America came by she would be furious. She wanted to be left alone as long as they were either cooking or asking awkward questions.
Iceland… this was his entire fault. Acting like an idiot, probably, and blaming her.
She liked to think so anyway. And she didn't like him. He smelt of liquorice all the time!
She did feel bad, however, leaving England on his own – what if the spell Norway cast didn't work, what then? He'd need taking care of and she wouldn't know, because he wouldn't be able to ring her.
She'd just have to trust Norway, wouldn't she?
…
Iceland glared at his brother.
"I don't know why you are being so stubborn about this! It's not my fault she left!" he argued, and Norway looked at him.
"You're making excuses, now just give her a call and let her know the spell worked…"
Iceland turned red. "I am not going to make the call! I won't call her!"
England thumped a fist on the table. "I'll call her, just stop arguing!" He dialled the number and heard a ringing sound. Turning, they saw Coats Island's bag sitting by the sofa. Iceland turned pale.
"No." He turned to his brother. "No, no…"
Norway's grin grew wider the more frantically Iceland protested. This was surely a golden opportunity, sent from above with a good sense of humour. Of course, Coats Island nearly always forgot something, and would be complaining loudly at this very moment, and if Norway knew her he would bet that she would not come back and get it through sheer stupid determination.
Meaning that someone would have to go and deliver this to her.
…
As she looked out over the bay again that evening, she saw a little rowing boat with two very recognizable people sitting in it.
"Coats Islaaaaaand!" Canada called, and she leapt up.
"Mattie! Go away!" She made shooing motions until she saw her bag in the boat, and she rushed down to the beach.
"Hey, that's mine!" She fell over and quickly picked herself up, snatching the bag from her brother in embarassement as the boat was tethered.
She seemed to think for a minute before glaring at the pair again. "And who said you could come ashore? Especially the liquorice loving idiot!"
Iceland glared back. "Like your tea addiction makes any more sense!" She started to walk speedily away from them and Canada turned to Iceland.
"Sorry, Iceland, it doesn't look like she's in the mood to listen at the moment. She's been slightly upset recently. But hey, at least you did give her stuff back…" He smiled nervously and Iceland flung himself back in the boat.
"Whatever! I would like to be going home now…"
Coats Island watched them leave with a frown. This was probably Norway's doing…