Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Hetalia characters, Wegener excluded, still aren't mine. I wasn't planning on writing this, but I've been busy re-editing the first couple chapters, and wanted to update in the meantime. Enjoy!

"Just say it. Big brother. It's not that hard."
Wegener stared up at Iceland for a minute before deciding that it wasn't worth his time. He raspberried in Iceland's face and went back to stacking blocks.

Iceland rolled his eyes. "Come on. Just once. Big. Brother." Wegener would do no such thing. "Ice-lin" he muttered, not looking away from his blocks.

Norway watched all of this silently from the doorway. He rarely broke down laughing, but he was struggling not to now. How was that for a taste of Iceland's own medicine?

Wegener had grown up quite a bit in the past few months. He could now take some awfully wobbly steps, and talk in very mis-pronounced speech. He, as Iceland had predicted and worried endlessly about, had trouble differentiating the words and sentence structures of the different languages being spoken around him, and often talked in a primarily Icelandic jumbled up mix of several of them, which Iceland was fighting tooth and nail to correct. It was going pretty well actually… all except for the 'big brother' part. Wegener insisted on Iceland being called Iceland… or "ice-lin" in his baby-talk.

Finally, Norway couldn't hold back his laughter anymore. Iceland whirled around, blushing.

"It seems as though the tides have turned," he said, walking in, earning a happy "Nor-wa!" from Wegener. Norway reached down to pick Wegener up, who happily forgot his blocks.

"No they haven't" Iceland said quickly. "I'm still not calling you big brother...and he will."

"But just the fact that you want him to-" Norway trailed off, chuckling.

"Shut up," Iceland muttered, too quiet for Wegener to pick up on, but hopefully loud enough for Norway to hear. "Why are you even here anyway?" Everyone had gone back to their own countries shortly after the meeting, after seeing that none of the other nations sought immediate action when came to who was watching Wegener.

"We're all visiting,"

"All?" Iceland paled.

"All of us. Denmark, Sweden, Finland, and myself."

Iceland groaned and fell back onto the floor. He didn't dislike seeing the Nordics, but he hated people breathing down his neck all the time. "Why? How did you even get in here?"

"I thought you could use some help. And for your information, I walked in, genius."

"That's not walking in. That's breaking and entering."

"I didn't break anything. If you want to keep people out, lock the door."

Iceland grimaced. He shouldn't have to lock the door. "Well thanks for breaking into my house and all, but I've got everything under control."

Norway raised his eyebrows. Iceland raised his back.

"If by under control you mean leaving your door unlocked for anyone to waltz in, a complete lack of food in the house, about eight loads of laundry that needs to be done, and a toddler blatantly disobeying you, then sure. You've got everything under control and I should just go."

"Okay," Iceland said, just testing Norway at this point.

Norway heaved a sigh. "You should really accept help if it's being handed out. I didn't get all that much with you."

Iceland stiffened. What was that supposed to mean? He couldn't have been that much trouble, could he? Or maybe it was just Norway's way of reminding him that he used to be his guardian. He could never tell when it came to Norway.

Norway sat down by the window and sat Wegener up on his knee.

"Well hello Wegener."

"Hi-" he replied, drawing out the 'i' sound until he was out of breath.

Norway couldn't help but smirk. "So I hear you've been walking? Can you show me?" Norway placed Wegener in a standing position. He managed to stumble a few feet unsteadily before falling down.

Iceland made a move to go get him, before catching Norway's disapproving glance.

"He's fine Iceland. Let him learn things for himself."

Iceland flinched, watching Wegener's lower lip tremble. "Alright." Norway was probably right.

Wegener picked himself up and half walked- half crawled back to Norway, babbling on about a toy of his, even though Norway could probably only understand every tenth word out of the toddler's mouth.

"He's sure happy to see you," Iceland said, allowing a note of jealousy to slip into his voice.

Norway ignored it.

"Wegener, can you say big brother Norway?"

"Big bru-der Nor-wa" he mimicked happily, smiling with his few teeth.

"Oh so he'll listen when you say it!" Iceland threw his hands in the air.

"Relax." Norway rolled his eyes. "He's just excited. I'm not normally here." Iceland wanted to point out that everyone had been inviting themselves over a bit too much lately, but decided against it.

There was long pause as Iceland thought.

"Hey Norway?"

"Yes?"

Iceland paused for a moment more, about to say 'nevermind'. "Do you think you could tell him to call me big brother?" he muttered, immediately regretting his decision to ask.

Norway smirked. "Maybe."

"Maybe? What do you mean 'maybe?'"

"Call me big brother, and I'll tell him to call you big brother."

"What? No way." Iceland crossed his arms.

"Alright." Norway sat back, playing with Wegener for a bit. It was only a matter of time before Iceland caved.

"Why do you care so much?" Iceland went on, only digging himself deeper into Norway's plan.

"Why do you care, Iceland?"

"I don't."

"You're a bad liar."

Iceland glared at Norway. To Iceland, Wegener calling him 'big brother' was like a stamp of approval for his guardianship of him. Even if some of the other nations didn't approve, at least Wegener would. He suspected that Norway wanted him to say big brother again because it would mean 'I'm still the same person who used to call you big brother and look up to you.' Iceland sighed, staring. He understood, but he wasn't a little kid anymore, nor the same person he was back then.

"Fine...would you please-" he grimaced "ask him to call me that...big brother?" He cringed at how that felt in his mouth.

Norway smirked. "Why of course." He spun Wegener around so that they were facing eachother. "Wegener? Can you say 'big brother Iceland?"

"Big bru-der Ice-lin"

"Good." Norway nodded. "Now can you call him that from now on?"

Wegener scrunched up his face in confusion. "Name?" he asked.

"Yes, as a name."

Wegener looked back and forth between Iceland and Norway. "No." he said finally. "Name es Ice-lin."

"Come on Wegener-"

"No!"

Iceland groaned, sliding down to the floor next to his two brothers.

"Seriously?" he asked Norway. "Do I still have to call you-"?

"Yes."

Well there you go. Once again, I'm mainly working on correcting the first few chapters, which makes me cringe when I reread them. Either way, I'll try to update with SOMETHING every couple of days. Thanks once again to all who read and favorited, and a special thanks to chapter 5's reviewers: Transformers' BABY, and Miss Akiyata. If anyone has any requests or suggestions for these chapters or additional ones, PLEASE let me know! Also, all constructive criticism is welcome! Thanks for reading, reviews are greatly appreciated. :)