(A/N: Thanks to Dark Meow Meow Kitten of Doom for this idea!)
The meeting had rolled around again, and Iceland had spent the days in between wondering what the hell was going on. He'd been blushing and stuttering when Denmark had asked him about what had happened with a laugh and a wink, and had subsequently been a little depressed. Goddammit, he blamed Norway entirely for this debacle. If he hadn't insisted that Iceland take Coats to the cake shop where she had been unnecessarily bearable and somewhat...okay, a tiny, tiny bit cute...he wouldn't be in this stupid mess!
He could hear her down the hall, speaking in loud French with giggles mixed in, and made up his mind finally, storming towards her.
"Being so loud all the time is annoying, it's hardly ladylike!" he said with a small growl. France, who'd she'd been talking to, smiled and chuckled, while Coats blinked for a little while before smiling sweetly.
"Alright, if it annoys you, I'll be quieter, would that help?" she said, with what was the most innocent expression she could muster. Iceland stood still, cheeks pink, before nodding.
"You... Y-You better be!" he said crossly, backing away.
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Germany sighed as he watched England sneak a smiling Coats Island under his chair. He really should just give up on keeping her out, as he had with his brother sneaking into the meetings, who, incidentally, he could see under Spain's chair, snickering and waving to Coats, who slowly waved back with a widening grin.
For this meeting, England had been sat next to Iceland, due to a request from England to change the seating plan so that he wasn't sat next to France this time - apparently there had been some...complication of some sort at the last meeting. He sighed and pretended that he hadn't seen Coats, who now appeared to be texting someone, occasionally taking pictures. Most probably one of the other brats who always attempted sneaking into this meeting.
He placed a chair next to England and cleared his throat and nodding before moving back to his seat. Italy had brought a Tupperware box of pasta, which he hadn't the heart to confiscate, but he began to talk to him about eating quickly and not disturbing others.
Coats grinned, keeping very quiet as she moved up and sat on the chair, not apparently noticing that Iceland was sat next to her and had gone a very odd shade of pink. She sat rather demurely with her phone now in her pocket and her hands in her lap, causing England to shoot her an odd look, one which seemed to be asking if she was feeling alright. She nodded slowly at him, hands still folded in a manner reminiscent of a noble lady or some such, with a small smile. Iceland found himself a little worried by how quiet she was, but ordered himself to pay not an ounce of attention to her weird behaviour, although her brothers seemed to be exchanging worried whispers before a lightbulb seemed to go off in Canada's mind and he put a hand over his eyes, muttering under his breath.
Halfway through the meeting, Norway leant over and prodded Iceland's arm with his pen. As Iceland turned to glare at him, he looked at him with a determined yet somewhat blank look in his eyes.
"Big brother," he whispered, and Iceland shivered.
"I'm not saying it," he whispered back, glaring.
"You know you want to, go on...big brother."
"I'm not calling you that!" he hissed, but to no avail.
"Big brother...big brother...biiiig brother...go on..." Norway kept the same expression on his face as he said this. In complete desperation, he turned to Coats.
"Scare him off! Go on, loud noises and so on. Just be annoying until he goes away!" he pleaded, and she looked at him, blinking in apparent confusion.
"B-But, that's unladylike, I'm sorry! I can't do something like that. It would annoy everybody!" she said with a small bite to her lip, which for whatever reason caused a large blush to blossom on Iceland's face before her words sunk in. All the others around them were gaping, even America halting his annoying as hell Hero Speech to stare. Seemingly unaware of this, Coats turned her attention back to her lap and started to hum under her breath. Canada was the only one who didn't seem surprised, but the others were shivering a little. England was glaring at a mirror, muttering about stupid Second Player creatures, whatever that meant, but even Norway was staring, and America appeared to be backing slowly towards the door.
Iceland suddenly remembered his words and gulped. It was time for desperate measures.
"If you stop creeping everyone out and return to normal, I'll take you to a cake shop again and buy you whatever cake you want. I promise."
A grin spread across her face and she flung her arms around him in a hug, causing him to yelp in surprise. Germany stood up quickly.
"It's time for a break!" he said, and Coats started to drag Iceland from his seat, pulling him towards the door. America turned to Canada.
"Dude, that was creepy! Way creepy!" he whispered in a loud voice. Canada shook his head.
"She's pulled it before on Southampton Island. Many times. She knows it just really creeps people out and that it's possibly one of the most powerful aces she could have up her sleeve. You just have to figure out she's doing it..." he muttered, and Scotland blinked before groaning aloud.
"Lad, promise me never ta introduce her ta Shetland. Those two would be hell combined."