Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

Icemania: Tagging Along

"Why do I have to come along?" Iceland whined.

"Because, little brother, you belong there," Norway said simply. "The sooner you acknowledge that, the better."

Iceland huffed in annoyance. Norway's been bugging him to attend his 'magical meetings' at the conferences, and Iceland would usually find a way to get out of them. But not this time. Norway managed to find the right leverage.

He was going to kill that Dutchman. After getting the salmiakki that Norway had acquired from Netherlands, of course.

"Here we are," Norway said, opening a door.

Iceland sighed, wondering who else would be at this meeting. He thought that England might be there, but who else would believe in the ridiculousness that Norway seemed to insist upon? Shaking his head, he entered the room.

He was right about England being there, but there was also someone else. Iceland had seen him a few times at the meetings, but never really interacted with him. Standing so close to him, Iceland could see that his shaggy blond hair had copper strands. It looked very nice. And when the nation turned to him with a grin on his face, Iceland felt his face heat up. Why?

"Lukas!" the other nation exclaimed, bounding up to Norway. He then turned his attention to Iceland. "You're Iceland, aren't you? I'm Romania. I know we haven't interacted much, but…"

"Vlad!" England scolded. "Give the poor boy space to breathe."

Norway turned towards Iceland, a strange look in his eyes that was the only sign of his awkwardness.

"Sorry about him," he said. "He can be a bit too excitable."

"I noticed," Iceland remarked drily.

"So, how did you convince him to come?" England asked.

"Bought about his weight's worth in salmiakki from Netherlands," Norway said. "His favourite treat."

Iceland grumbled at that. Romania beamed at him, stepping closer.

"That might have been the reason why you came," he said. "But I think we can find a reason for you to stay."

Iceland arched an eyebrow, and he noticed a mischievous glint in Romania's eyes.

"Tell me, what do you think about pranks?" he whispered.

Iceland blinked a bit.

"What do you have in mind?" he whispered back.

Romania beamed, and Iceland couldn't help the small smile that crossed his face. Norway clicked his tongue.

"You better not be influencing my brother in any way," Norway warned.

"No," Romania said in that 'I'm-so-innocent' voice. "Not at all."

Romania winked at Iceland, and the latter figured that there was at least something to make this a bit more interesting for him.

…

Iceland sighed. Finally, it was over. How exactly could this be called a meeting?

As he was following Norway out, he felt a tap on his arm. Turning around, he saw Romania standing there with a small piece of paper in his hand.

"My number," Romania explained. "I think we can have some fun together."

Iceland accepted the paper, a smile on his face. He could already think of a few things to do to Norway for dragging him somewhere he didn't want to go. Even if he did find good company.