Once he was changed he got taken back to finish his breakfast with Denmark what was going all okay till he got a sudden urge. He felt he really needed to put his hands in the porridge and play with it. He didn't know why he just wanted to so being truthful to himself, he thrust his hands into it and started to play.
At seeing Iceland play scared Denmark, even more when he smiled and did a sort of giggle. "Ice? ICE! What are you doing?" He asked, terrified. "Two words:childish antics. I'll let that sink in a bit before I'll answer you questions" Norway said smugly, amused at his friends sudden worry over Iceland smiling. It was funny from his perspective. "He's going to freak when he sees the pictures" Norway again said. "What pict-offff. Oh those pictures. Could of turned off the flash." Denmark said, snapping out of his panic. "Huh, why am I covered in porridge?" Iceland questioned, bewildered. He was aware of his sudden urge but didn't know what had happened to himself afterwards. " you can just look at the pictures ice. I'm sure we'll get loads more and someday, we'll laugh about th- ow! What was that for?" Demark asked, rubbing his already bruised jaw. "Oh you know, making things up, lying, being a traitor and joining Norway. The list goes on" Iceland said, biting back tears. It hurt to hit the Dane but to keep his dignity, it had to be done.
"what's with all the shouting?" Finland asked, with a trailing Sweden. "Iceland is beating Denmark up and was doing a pretty good job of it till he started crying" Norway answered. "I'm not crying!" Explained Iceland, who the looked down at his hand when he felt something wet on it. He gave a puzzled expression and tried to think of what it could be until he got a response that startled him from Denmark. "Iceland meet tears, tears meet Iceland. You will be evil geniuses together and break many of our hearts to become our enemies. You two will get on fine- hey Norway knows them better than me though as he has to try to get over the fact I'm king of the-offf!" He stopped abruptly when Norway hit him in jaw(he is an easy target today). Sweden went over to rescue Iceland who clung to him to dear life for fear he was going to drop him."you can let go now Iceland" murmured Sweden in his Swedish accent. Iceland looked up at him confused till he saw he was up safe and was in no means necessary going to fall unless someone dared touch the Swedish man,which was very doubtful to happen. "Oh, sorry Sweden, not used to being picked up yet" Iceland whispered back. Sweden nodded and watched the argument occur between Norway and Denmark about the 'king of the north'. He stopped watching though when Finland shrieked by his shoulder and Denmark and Norway stopped fighting to see what was going on. It turned out that Sweden was a good bed as little Iceland had fallen asleep in his arms.
sweden walked into the sitting room with Iceland still asleep and turned on the t.v. and kept it on a low volume to help Iceland stay asleep. Sweden had to admit it to himself, but no one else, that Iceland was a cute baby and quite easy to make arguments end. No wonder why his country had no army.