HAPPY APRIL 10th EVERYONE! (Why did I say this, it's not even a special day...) 0_o

Enjoy~

They decided that since they were on a roll, they might as well start with what they thought would be their next easiest target: Iceland. They didn't know why, but something about the tempered, reclusive teen seemed to be simple to figure out. They had no ideas of what it could be, so they instead thought of ways to confront him, forcing him to tell.

"Well Norway is always doing that creepy-ass big brother argument thingy, right Denmark? He supposedly got him to say it, but how?"

"I think he got zem all to be on his side, zen forced him using everyone together. So we could use zis as ze backup plan, ja? As our first plan, I zink I should speak to him, since we are friendly after I helped him regain some of ze tourists!"

Denmark looked bemused at their ideas, since he already knew how accurate one of their plans was, and how if it was carried out in a specific way, they could oh so easily discover his fear.

"Hey Iceland! Ze awesome me wants to talk to the almost as awesome you!"

Iceland walked over to him and crossed his arms, tapping his foot impatiently. "What do you want, Prussia? I was kind of busy texting Hong Kong about something, but you think it's a good idea to disturb me. This better be important."

Prussia smirked, knowing that Iceland texing Hong Kong was probably more than just best friends texting, before getting back to the original plan. "Well you see, ze Awesome Trio has a bet where me and America can't figure out your fears! SO! Will you tell me ze fear of yours?"

Iceland rolled his eyes. "As if. Knowing you idiots, you'd probably just use it to blackmail me."

Suddenly America jumped out from behind the couch. "Not really, dude, but thanks for the great idea for the future! I shouldn't really be here, but my buddy looks like he needs backup. Now the hero can save the day!"

Iceland face palmed, realizing it was stupid of him to even be suggesting the thought of blackmail, but now it was too late. He watched as they both crept closer with puppy dog faces and asking cute little "pwease"s. A voice came behind him and he turned around to find Denmark walking closer, too.

Before long, he was against the wall, them not stopping as they gained more ground. No longer hearing their begging to know, he started to panic. They were getting awfully close, five feet away all around. Soon that turned to four, then three and two, until all boundaries considered the personal bubble of space was dissolved and they were right around him still begging.

He started to sweat, terrified of how close they were. He needs his personal space! Eventually he couldn't hold back his fright anymore as he screamed for them to get away from him. They stood back a bit, puzzled at the sudden unexpected outburst. Then their walnut sized brains caught up and they held a smirk to their awesome faces. They turned to walk out the door just as Norway walked in. The only thing he heard from this whole situation was their last sentence.

"Claustrophobic, huh? Should've guessed sooner, dudes!"

THAT'S IT, MY PRETTIES! Yeah, explanation time!

Prussia helped Iceland get tourists back, apparently, so I wanted him in charge of this situation. This was the fear I chose because Iceland is an island, far from any other countries. He must be used to having lots of free, open space to his disposal, so the fear of not having it seemed to work. This was more of a scared to experience it fear than a downright normal fear. Whatever.

SO! THIS IS MY SECOND FEAR THAT YOU HAVE DISCOVERED! You will never guess the third, so I'll just tell you.

My fears are: bugs of all kinds, small space, and as sad as this is to admit, I AM SCARED OF STRAWBERRIES! Yes, when I was five, a girl brought them in for a birthday party snack. I tried it and didn't like it, but then I choked. I COULD'VE DIED! Anyways, this year in science, we had to get the DNA of a strawberry. Poor me had to squish it inside a plastic bag, which feels so so so so SO gross. (You go try it and tell me I'm wrong) Then the girls in my group started flinging strawberry guts at me. EEEWWWWW! I have a legitimate reason, yes?

Ok, so is anyone else out there claustrophobic? Hope you all can relate to this, it's difficult to interpret in a story.

LOOK AT MY DEVIANTART AND YES MY FRIEND WHO KEEPS ASKING ME (obviously not reading this) YOU CAN DO FANART!