Alright. Here's chapter 8! So the two requests I got were to know Wegener a little bit better and for ice cream! :) Luckily I can do both in one chapter. If you have any requests for chapters, just let me know (though they might be chapter 10 since I'm already working on 9). Thank you so much to everyone who has given me feedback on multiple chapters, it helps so much! It might be over a week before I post chapter 9 since I want to work on different stories and editing this one (It's just painful to read the other chapters I wrote in the past. Does that happen to anyone else?) but I will work on putting out chapters a bit more quickly after the first few are fixed. Anyway, as usual the only character that is mine is Wegener. Enjoy!

"Can we go get Ice Cream?" Wegener asked. He knew he had been half-frozen that morning when he ran away, but with all of the blankets everyone wrapped around him, and the hot chocolate they were making him drink, he was burning up.

"You need to keep warm," Iceland said sternly.

"But I'm sweating!" Wegener panted for effect.

Denmark let out a booming laugh. He and Norway had switched places after lunch so that they could both get some time in the meeting and keep their two little brothers company. "It's not so bad, kid," he said, getting up and ruffling the little island's hair. He paused suddenly, frowning and pressing a hand up against his head. "Ice, he is kinda warm."

Wegener smiled and jumped into Denmark's unsuspecting arms. "Sooo. . . can we get ice cream then?"

"Wegener, I don't know," It was only a few hours ago that the little guy nearly ended up a popsicle.

"Pleeeeeeeeeease!" both Denmark and Wegener said together, with identical smiles. They knew just what to do to get Iceland to comply.

"Fine, fine," Iceland groaned. "There's a coffee shop down the street that sells ice cream, right Denmark?"

"I think so," he said, shrugging. He honestly hadn't paid much attention to what was down the street. He'd been too busy looking for Wegener.

"Alright," he sighed. Let's go.

"Can I get a coffee please?" Denmark said, ordering at the coffee shop.

"Make that two," Iceland added, struggling not to yawn. He wasn't the world's biggest coffee drinker, but he hadn't gotten any sleep since finding Wegener so early in the morning, if you could even call it morning. "What about you Wegener? What flavor ice cream do you want?"

Wegener looked from the ice cream to Iceland and Denmark, wavering. "I want a coffee too," he finally said.

Denmark laughed and Iceland was trying not to with limited success. "Wegener, I don't think you'd like it. It's not for little kids."

"But I'm a big boy now!" Wegener said, truly and honestly offended.

"I know, I know," Iceland said, ruffling his hair. "But seriously, go pick out some ice cream. That's the reason we're here after all."

"But Iceland-"

"No buts."

Wegener took a deep breath. He couldn't go to world meetings. He couldn't get coffee. He just wanted to be all grown up and get to do the things Iceland and the other Nordics got to do. He knew he was big enough to go to meetings and do everything they did, he knew it. If he could just prove it by drinking coffee…

"Iceland? Please?"

"Tell you what," Denmark said, kneeling down to Wegener's height. "What if I let you have some of my coffee, and then if you like it, you can get some of your own?"

Wegener smiled and looked up at Iceland for permission. He nodded with a sigh. Yes! Now he could show them!

Denmark got an extra cup and poured about a third of his coffee into it. Wegener stared into it, excited, and took a huge gulp.

He nearly spit it out, and gagged, eyes watering as he swallowed it. Ick! That didn't taste like chocolate! How could something look so much like hot chocolate and taste like...like that!?

"Well? How is it?"

"It's," Wegener coughed, trying to get the bitter taste out of his mouth. "great," his voice broke into a croaking sound on the last word as he coughed again. Iceland raised an eyebrow. Wegener knew he could drink it all though. He had to! He took another sip, braced for the bitterness this time, swallowed without scrunching up his face, and looked down into the brownish-blackish liquid that suddenly resembled soot and dirt more than chocolate. If he was going to drink this stuff, he would just need to get it over with. So, though against his better judgement, he tilted his head back and drained the coffee out of the cup, wanting to throw up the whole time.

"Aww, look at him Icey!"

Iceland smirked knowingly at Wegener as the little guy tried to scrape the taste off of his tongue with his teeth. "So Wegener, if you liked it so much, how about your own whole cup of coffee?" Wegener paled. "That was what you wanted, right?" Wegener nodded at the floor. Iceland rolled his eyes, smiling, and kneeled down, forcing Wegener to look at him. "Would you rather get some ice cream little guy?"

"Yeah," he said in defeat.

"Umm-" Iceland pulled Wegener into a very brief, awkward hug before ruffling his hair again. "Don't worry. You'll probably like it more when you're older." Wegener nodded, faking a smile. He wanted to be older now though. "Chocolate flavored, right?" He nodded, fake smile turning genuine.

"So the world meeting-" Wegener said, as Iceland handed him a chocolate cone. Iceland cast him a warning glance. He had decided that that mornings fiasco finding Wegener had been punishment enough for everyone, but was considering coming up with and actual punishment for him if he was still going to carry on with the topic even after everything that had happened.

"Wegener, you know you can't-"

"I know, I know." he said through a mouthful of chocolate ice cream. "But when? When can I go with you?"

Iceland sighed. "I don't know. At the rate you're growing, not long."

"Okay," he said in a tone very few would recognize as disappointment. Not long. What kind of not long was that? The kind of not long that meant it wouldn't be long before you left for a trip to the store, or the kind of not long that meant it wouldn't be long until a kid was all grown up with a job of their own? He guessed the latter.

But one day, one day he'd like coffee, and then he would be big enough to go to meetings with Iceland.

"You used to be just like that you know," Denmark laughed, elbowing Iceland in the side.

"Hmph," he replied, though he knew it was true. "Um...Denmark?"

"Yeah?"

"That coffee you gave him wasn't decaf...was it?"

"No, why would it...uh oh."

Well thanks for reading! I know I say this at the end of every chapter, but seriously thank you to everyone who read, favorited, and reviewed! Thank you so much to chapter 7's reviewers: St. Helena, PianoKeys4, Transformers' BABY, Miss Akiyata, and Aurora Chen. Criticism is welcome so long as it is constructive (really, don't be afraid to let me know something I did wrong- I need it to make new chapters better). Thanks again for reading.