Author's Note: Alright 'yall! Here's chapter two for you. :) Like always, none of the hetalia characters (excluding the new island) belong to me. I hope you enjoy it!

"Why don't you give him to me?" Norway asked.

"What? No, are you crazy?" Iceland asked.

Norway rolled his eyes. "I meant let me hold him so you can clean yourself up. Relax."

"Oh." Iceland let out a breath, but still stared at Norway, measuring how capable he was of watching the new nation.

"Iceland. I raised you. I think I can manage watching a little kid for fifteen minutes."

"Fine, fine," he replied before reluctantly handing the new nation over. The little guy had just been cleaned up and put into clothes that didn't look like they were more ash than fabric. Iceland stood there, unmoving for a moment.

"Well?" Norway raised an eyebrow. Iceland wondered what Norway was planning exactly. Norway sighed, realizing that Iceland wouldn't move until he had some confirmation that things would be alright.

"Look Iceland. You're still covered in ash, and you smell like sulfur. It'll take you fifteen minutes to clean up. Is that so big a deal?"

"Fine," Iceland muttered, starting to turn and walk up the stairs. "Just don't tell the others yet, okay?"

"Dn't tell 's wh't?" The three remaining Nordics stood in the doorway opposite Iceland. Oh gosh. Really? Was this really happening? Dealing with Norway's reaction had been bad enough. Now the rest of them. Iceland considered bolting away, but Norway shot him a look, threatening against it and prompting him to explain.

"You can explain. I'm going to go take a shower." Iceland only got another two steps before Norway dragged Iceland back down to the first floor.

"You want to be a good brother to this kid? Start by explaining."

"Kid?" Finland's eyes grew wide as he walked around Norway until the baby came into view. He squealed. Squealed. Iceland felt like smiling, but the smile never made it to his face.

"Where'd you find him?" Denmark asked, laughing. "He looks like you." Iceland did smile then...sort of. The new nation did look a lot like him. He had Iceland's vivid violet eyes and pale skin, and his hair was blond too. It was more of a yellow-blond though: more yellow than his own hair, but still much paler than Finland's or England's.

"That new island. He was buried in ash." Iceland replied.

"Aww, and you're taking care of him Norway?" Finland asked, a smile that was even bigger than normal plastered to his face. Iceland stiffened.

"No. Iceland expressed an interest in doing so."

Three pairs of wide eyes looked his way. Iceland half expected Denmark to start laughing. But no, he actually looked...thoughtful. Iceland sometimes forgot that Denmark wasn't the loud person who never took anything seriously that he often came across as. When he calmed down, he could be quite caring and inquisitive. He just kept looking from the little kid back to Iceland, thinking. Sweden's expression hadn't changed much...at all.

Finland was the first to speak. "That's great Iceland! You'll be a great big brother!" His smile stretched from there to the next town over, although it was no secret that Finland was a bit jealous of Iceland having another sibling while he still had none. Nevertheless, he was genuinely happy for him.

" "Y sh'r 'bout th's?" Sweden said, looking at Iceland in what appeared to be a glare but wasn't intended to be.

"Yeah Icey, you really sure about this?" Denmark said, still looking back and forth between him and the baby.

"Yes," Iceland said plainly.

Denmark nodded, although he still looked a bit unsure. Sweden… well it was hard to tell what he was thinking. Either way, he wasn't objecting.

"What's his name?" Finland asked. "Or her." He had somehow ended up holding the little nation, although Iceland didn't remember Norway ever handing him over.

Iceland opened up his mouth to reply, only to realize that he didn't have an answer. Names seemed like they should be the most obvious thing, but now he saw that they really weren't. " It's a him. Umm…name… " Iceland thought.

"Choose wisely," Norway smirked. "You don't get to change it."

That's right; it was Iceland's job to choose a name wasn't it? Nobody could go around calling the island 'baby, kid, child, or new nation' much longer. If he picked a bad one, the poor kid would be stuck with it for centuries, millenniums even .

His confusion must have shown, because Norway just laughed quietly and pushed Iceland towards the stairs saying "Go. Think about it."

For the record, it had taken a lot longer than fifteen minutes to get all of that ash out of Iceland's hair: forty-five minutes to be exact. That ashy stuff dried, and it stuck like glue when it did. At least Iceland had managed to wash it out of the kid's hair before it all dried… somehow.

"Hey Icey, decided on a name yet?" Denmark asked when Iceland came back downstairs. Iceland nearly had a heart attack when he saw that Denmark was the one holding the new nation. Agh! Iceland had entrusted Norway to watch him. He had to step back and remind himself that Denmark was more capable of things that people gave him credit for. After all, he did raise Iceland for a little while there, and helped him tremendously with the first incidents in the Cod Wars.

"Ahh, not exactly," Iceland said, feeling a bit incompetent in the naming portion of all this. The others probably had been tossing names back and forth the entire time he was trying to clean the ash out of his hair and clothes.

" 'Ny ideas y't?"

Iceland shrugged. "I don't know. How do most nations get named?"

" 'Y g't y'r name fr'm all the snow 'n ice 'n the m'ntains 'n fjords."

Iceland raised an eyebrow at the Swede. "I always thought you vikings named me Iceland to prevent people from taking over even though there wasn't a ton of Ice, and Greenland to redirect people there."

Norway shook his head. "That urban legend? Honestly Iceland, you ought to know more about your own history."

"Well plenty of people are told that," Iceland muttered.

"And plenty of Americans think that their country was named after the first person to sail there from the east. That doesn't make it true though"

" 'W were f'rst," Sweden said, sounding slightly irritated with not getting credit.

"So… how did America get his name?"

"A narcissistic mapmaker made a map of the Americas and decided to write his name on it. It stuck."

Iceland wrinkled his nose. "Really?"

"Really."

Well this conversation was going nowhere. Iceland wasn't about to let some stuck-up mapmaker name his brother, and he was the first one to find it, so it's not like he could name it after himself. Two Iceland's could get confusing quickly. Heck, he had a hard enough time differentiating Russia, Prussia, Austria, and Australia when he was a kid.

"Any ideas guys?" he asked.

Finland scrunched up his face in concentration. "Hmm, well what's 'island' in Icelandic?"

"Eyjan," Iceland said in a monotone. Naming a country 'island'? Wasn't that a bit… plain?

"Or lava or volcano or ash," Finland went on.

"Hraun, eldfell, and aska," Iceland translated, sighing. None of these would work well for a name.

"Oh! What's tectonic plate in Icelandic?" Even Sweden gave Finland a look with that suggestion.

Iceland yawned.

Norway suddenly stood up and stretched. "It's late. Why don't you sleep on it Iceland? We'll all talk in the morning." Norway's plans were always final: nonnegotiable.

"Alright." Iceland walked over to where Denmark was holding the new nation. Both were slowly drifting off to sleep, and he managed to take the small nation out of the Dane's arms without him noticing.

Iceland walked up the stairs slowly, catching little snippets and words a conversation the Nordics' had just started up. So much for going to sleep.

" 'e's feel'n bett'r - any need 't stay?"

" -he ready - raise - nation?"

" -stay to watch - in case-"

" why does he even -"

" joo - should name him-"

Iceland groaned inwardly. They were talking about his decisions in his life in his house, all within his hearing range. Mind their own business! On a normal day, he would go down and speak in his own defense, but today had been a long day. A long long day. He was done. Besides, he had found a long time ago that the best way to avoid trouble with the Nordics was to just stay out of it all.

He went into his room and set the little nation down on the bed, who was already fast asleep. Iceland then turned around to find some clothes to sleep in. When he looked back towards the bed, little drowsy violet eyes were watching his trek around the room.

Iceland wordlessly walked over and sat down beside him, pulling him up to his chest and ruffling his blond hair. The little guy had mostly straight hair like the rest of the Nordics, but with a cowlick. It wasn't nearly as pronounced as America's, but it was there alright.

"Bah!" he gurgled happily, before sticking the top of his entire fist in his mouth and sucking on it.

Iceland chucked softly. Even if the new little nation couldn't understand what he was saying, Iceland felt awkward and out of place just sitting here with the nation, saying nothing, which was weird since he didn't really speak much.

Before he even knew what he doing, Iceland found himself telling the young nation a story. It was one of the ones that Norway and even Denmark when he babysat him used to tell. It was all about vikings and sailing and adventure, discovery, capsized boats and harsh storms, then finally finding safety and dry land. He told him about what life on the viking boats was like (although he was too young to remember most of it himself), about his vikings traveling to new lands and fighting off threats to save those who lived there. Even after the little nation's eyes were closed and his breathing had evened out, Iceland continued to talk, thinking that maybe his stories would show up in the little guy's dreams. He moved from one story to the next, until eventually he ran out of local stories and had to move on to the English fairy tales of dragons and hidden castles and spinning wheels. By now, a huge sloppy grin had slipped onto Iceland's normally placid face.

A shadow shifted in the light coming from the doorway. Iceland turned around and gasped.

"Norway. How long have you been standing there?"

"A while actually."

"Oh." He felt his cheeks heat up. Hopefully the dark room would hide it. Iceland slid the sleeping nation off of his chest and placed him underneath the blankets.

"You really care about him, don't you?"

Iceland looked over at Norway in a sort of half-glare. "Did you think I didn't?"

"No." A person of few words, Norway must have seen no need to elaborate any further than this.

"Don't deny it. I heard you guys talking down there."

Norway sighed, looking anxious for the first time since Iceland was sick. "It's not that… we just thought that maybe you wanted to look after him so much just to prove you aren't a kid once and for all."

"Well I don't," Iceland sneered. He felt the need to remind him that no matter what he looked like, he was actually centuries old. He was quite capable of taking care of the nation.

"I know. I see that. You might have trouble convincing the others. Well, not Finland, but you've convinced me. You tend to remain neutral on most things, but when you care about something, you care a lot. You've showed me that this is one of them. I'll stand by you on this one."

"Uhh...thanks… I guess." Iceland shifted uncomfortably. This was always how it worked with Norway. He wished that he would show a little emotion ever now and then, but on the rare occasions he finally did, it felt so awkward. "Well… goodnight." Iceland said, giving Norway the hint he needed to leave. He didn't get it though. That or he disregarded it.

"What did you call him a minute ago?"

"Hmm?" Iceland raised an eyebrow.

"You called him something just a moment ago. Did you decide on a name, lilebror?"

"Well," Iceland said, embarrassed for reasons he didn't understand, "You know how you said America was named after a mapmaker?"

"Yeah?" Norway didn't quite see where his brother was going with this.

"Well, if I were to name him after a person like a lot of the other nations are, I thought it would be Wegener."

"Alfred Wegener?"

"Right. Well, Alfred's already taken, but just Wegener works. I mean, Wegener contributed the most to the theory of plate tectonics, which is this guy's-" Iceland nodded to the sleeping nation "defining characteristic at this point, so-" Iceland stopped when he realized that he was rambling.

"Wegener," Norway tested out the name and tilted his head. "I like it," he said, nodding. There was another long pause before Norway realized he was overstaying his welcome.n"Well, I should head to sleep now. Goodnight Iceland." He turned and headed out of the room, only to reappear seconds later. "Goodnight Wegener."

Author's Note: Well I hope you enjoyed chapter two! I'm sorry if any of the Icelandic translations were off; I had to use an online translator. Thank you to everyone who has read, favorited, and followed. Also a special thanks to PianoKeys4, and AurorMist, and a guest for the nice and helpful reviews! Reviews are greatly appreciated and criticism is welcome, but please keep it constructive! If you choose to leave a review, please let me know in it if you have any specific requests for future chapters. I'm not 100% sure what will happen in the next chapter, but it may involve Iceland in his quest to convince the nordics that he wants to/can take care of Wegener. One way or another, chapter 3 should be up within the next few days. Thanks a million for reading!