It was an incredibly rainy day in Denmark. It was storming and thundering outside as the great booms of Thor's hammer beat down on the little place.
Denmark laughed from where he folded socks and watched a coconut fall from the tree on the television screen and land right on the characters head. He knew very well that in real life, that could very well kill a person. But it wasn't real, and it didn't. So it didn't matter it was funny.
He suddenly heard a knock on his door. Frowning, he hit pause on the DVR remote and stood from his leather couch (courtesy of Sweden on his birthday) and went to his front door. He wondered who on earth could be visiting him in the middle of September, but there was nothing coming up he didn't think. And if there was he wasn't in any way involved.
He got to the door, twisted the old, iron handle and peeked out. "Hello?"
"Hej." Iceland said, looking down at the ground with a small blush.
"Oh! Hej Icey! Come on in! It's cold out here for this time of year…" Denmark stepped aside and let his little brother in. Iceland nodded and stepped inside and wiped his feet on the rug so not to let the rainwater in. Denmark helped him take off his brown coat and hang it on the little coatrack that sat in the corner of the entryway. Then led his brother to the sitting room to finally rest his feet.
"So what's up Ice? Something going on?" He asked, making sure he hadn't forgotten some sort of holiday.
"No, I just… wanted… to visit." Iceland seemed to struggle to get that out. Denmark raised an eyebrow and his smile faltered a bit.
"Okay, and you can tell me what's really going on there Bro." He said with a smile, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "I can tell there's something wrong."
Iceland was quiet for a moment. There was no way he was going to admit that he came to Denmark because he thought of him as a reliable big brother. Sure he had his faults, but so did everyone else. That's why he didn't trust them.
"I- I was just… I didn't really want anything… I just wanted… someone to talk to." Iceland said. Denmark smiled. So Icey was lonely.
"That's not a problem! Kind of a long trip just to talk to me though." Denmark said with a grin. "How about we make some dinner and talk over that? Like old times?" He said, standing. Iceland nodded, keeping his stoic façade going. He would never tell Denmark, but that was exactly why he came. "And you can stay overnight. I think the weathers supposed to get worse as the day goes! So it'd be best to stay over. We can make whatever you like, that'll work."
Denmark talked Iceland's ear off as they cooked a simple meal. Once it was prepared, they sat at the Dane's tiny table. He didn't often have company, so his table was only big enough for three. And his cat.
"It gets lonely without you guys here anymore." Denmark said, looking off into space as they ate. "You know, I used to have you little guys running around and making messes, keeping me busy. But now it's like there's nothing to do. I invite Germany over every once in a while, and it's nice to talk, but you know how he is. America visits randomly like… twice a year. But he's so busy with his economics and all." Denmark shrugged. "It's like no one has time for little old me anymore. So I really appreciate you coming on over. Even if it's just to talk." He said, grinning at Iceland.
Iceland blushed faintly. "It's… it's nothing really. I just wanted to talk to you… like I said."