ITW: Iceland's Special Puffin

"Nonononono!" You cried, arms and legs flailing as you plummeted down, away from the wretched portal that had torn you away from your precious bed, laptop, and Iceland Reader-Insert. You landed fairly softly, nothing damaged save for a small bit of pride. Wide eyed and still reeling from shock, you whipped around, seeing only fields of green. And in the distance, large black mountains tipped with snow.

"Wha...where?" You stuttered. Good job (___)! You made a word! Now try for an entire sentence.

SQAWK!

You were jumped a foot in the air, jarred from your thoughts by the incredibly loud cry. "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!" You screamed, coming back down to earth for the second time that day. Looking down in semi-horror, you were actually surprised to see a cute little bird standing in front of you. Wait a minute. Black and white bird, orange and yellow beak that was almost about as big as its head. You'd seen this before.

"Mr. Puffin! Where did you go off to now?" You heard someone call, and your breath caught in your throat. 'Mr. Puffin? The Iceland insert, I had just clicked on the Iceland insert....But that's not possible!' Your mind screeched at you. You felt your legs buckle beneath you, and you stumbled into a kneeling position beside the bird. As if sensing your distress, Mr. Puffin gave out another, less harsh cry and made his way into your lap, snuggling down there. "There's absolutely no way this is real."

"Excuse me? Have you seen my-Oh, there you are Mr. Puffin."

You looked up, eyes widening. You had seen Iceland before, from the anime or the manga. And of course there were plenty of other artist's renditions of him, but they were all blown out the window. His hair was such a light blonde it was almost silver, but it was REAL. It wasn't painted on or dyed or cheap looking, and his eyes. Large and bright blue and expressive, you could see the mixture of relief, confusion and curiosity.

From your lap, Mr. Puffin lazily looked up at his owner before burrowing his head, making you and Iceland chuckle. "He seems to like you a lot. Who are you, may I ask?" He questioned. You seemed very out of place in your regular clothes. It was brisk out, he was named Iceland for a reason. You weren't one of his citizens but he couldn't quite place you. "I'm (___), it's a pleasure to meet you." You introduced yourself. He smiled at you "Emil, though my brothers-" "Call you Iceland right?"

You instantly clamped your mouth shut, embarrassed. Emil stood there in silent shock for a few moments before quickly regaining his composure. "You aren't supposed to know that." He said evenly. Frazzled, you tried to think up an explanation. Luckily for you the backpack that usually contained your Hetalia related objects was still with you. Iceland watched, half suspicious, half amused, as you quickly rummaged around, not caring when your constant shifting aroused Mr. Puffin.

"Okay, I know you met me, what, half a minute ago? Forget I said that. Please? Just a little trust is all I ask." You quickly said, pulling out a copy of the manga which you had bookmarked to one of Iceland and Norway's epic "Brother" debates. "Where I'm from...you countries, you're all stories. Really fun ones too, that a lot of people enjoy. I didn't ever expect to get here, I'm not even sure what happened." Because there was no way in hell you were going to admit that you had been reading a romantic Reader-Insert about him when the portal opened.

Omitting that one bit of information, you described what happened with the portal as best you could. Emil studied the manga, surprised at how accurate it was, and eventually was nodding in agreement with you on how strange the whole endeavor was. He knew you were truthful, and the light that shone in your eyes as your described your worry of getting home made him want to pick you up and take you somewhere safe.

"I'll admit I've never taken too much interest in magic, that was always something Norway delved in. Perhaps we can ask him, but in the meantime, where are you planning to go?" He asked, knowing full well you had no means of going anywhere. So when you answered back that you weren't sure, he was quick to offer one of the many rooms in the mansion of him and the rest of the Nordics.

"Really? Are you sure the others wouldn't mind?"

"Me taking home someone from a completely different dimension to come and live with us? Denmark does so many worse idiotic things the others will probably think you're some sort of angel."




Six Months Later




"Hey Fin? Have you seen Emil anywhere?"

You had been searching around the entire mansion searching, but you hadn't caught heads or tails of him. That in itself was especially odd, because for the past half-year the two of you had seen each other every day. It took very little convincing to let the others allow you to stay in one of the guest bedrooms. Finland and Norway were happy to have a change of pace, Denmark was ecstatic, and Sweden gave you his scary quiet stare of approval.

It was all very suspicious that it was almost noon, and the only person you had seen around the house was Finland. Not that you minded, because he was so gosh-darn adorable, but seeing Finland without his husband was very suspicious indeed.

Made even more suspicious when he couldn't even stammer out a proper sentence as an answer. You raised an eyebrow, challenging him to try to come up with a lie. Living with the Five for so long, you knew all their weaknesses and how to exploit them, and they knew it. As much as you cared for them, and they cared for you, your main focus was still on surviving a house of crazy countries.

"Fin, where is he?"
"..."
"Fin."
"..."

Okay, time to bring out the big guns.

"I swear to the tap dancing man in the sky I will smash every Christmas ornament I can find-"

"THEY TOOK HIM TO THE ATTIC! DEAR GOD LEAVE THE ORNAMENTS ALONE!!!" Fin wailed, dropping down to your feet in a gesture that would have been comical if it weren't so insanely sincere. You smiled brightly at the defeated Santa Claus "Thanks Fin!" and bounded up the stairs, but not before pausing to call back "You know I really wouldn't do that to you, right Fin?" "I know, but it's just so scary just to think about it!"

'Alright (___), stealth mode activate.' You told yourself, silently sneaking up the top steps toward the attic room. Passing through the hallways, you began to hear the sounds of the others voices. Albeit muffled, you could start to hear Denmark yelling and shouting as usual.

"Still not talking eh? Well we'll just have to fix that now won't we!"
"...you do realize he's still gagged right?"

Finally making it to the attic door, you crept inside and hid behind one of the large couches that had been placed there. "Just what the hell." You muttered. Norway, Sweden, and Denmark were standing around Iceland in a way that reminded you of horrible interrogation scenes in detective movies. Poor Iceland was tied to the chair, lamp shining on his face and a scarf wrapped around his mouth. This whole scene had Denmark's name written all over it.

"So Norway completely fails at being magic, who gives a crap?! That's no excuse for you to be moping around all day." Denmark yelled. Norway huffed, looking very offended "I'll admit to being unable to relocate a portal to send (___) back home, but by no means do I 'fail' at my magical capabilities." he retorted. He then turned and smiled sweetly at their captive. "You know brother dear, I would be more than willing to let you free if you say the magic word." Iceland just glared and let out what you assumed were muffled curses.

Sweden, who was looking too calm to be real in this sort of situation, turned his attention back to Iceland. "Ye' comf'rted (___) in th' time of grief. They accepted your comf'rt. Ye' should be able to feel conf'dent in sharin' your feelings." he said, compassion somehow sneaking into his own brand of monotone.

'His feelings, then does that mean he likes me?' You blushed at the thought. the two of you had been almost inseparable, him appreciating the little things you did for him and the others in gratitude for letting you stay. You especially liked his quiet, sweet, albeit extremely stubborn personality. You made sure never to say the wore 'brother' around him at all. And yes, you especially remembered the days after Lukas admitted his defeat to you, your slip into depression. Emil had offered you the strength to see the bright side. Now you had something you lacked in your old world: a constant feeling of love.

You were so absorbed in your thoughts that you failed to realize you were slipping out from behind your hiding place until your shoulder hit the floor with a loud 'thunk'! The four of them started, and not wanting to draw it out anymore you stood up with as much dignity as you could muster and walked out. Glaring, you crossed your arms and performed your best sassy/angry pose. "All of you get out, I need to talk to Emil."

"Hey (___)! Look I know this looks bad, but I swear we were just buttering him up for you-" "GET OUT!" You screeched, and the three of them quickly turned tail. Sighing, you turned around when Iceland made an impatient noise. "How is it that you have been able to survive with these guys for so many years again?" You asked, pulling the scarf away. His cheeks were bright red as he took a deep breath and answered, "Frankly that's a question I've been pondering myself." he answered, still blushing uncomfortably as you moved to untie him from the chair. "Ó, Guð minn I'm going to kill them all I swear." Emil muttered to himself, stretching out his stiff muscles and standing up. Like hell he was going to let them get away with putting him in such a pathetic position and having his dearest (___) come to save him. It was his job to save (___).

"Hey Emil?"

Your quiet voice cut him off from his inner rant. "Já? What is it?" "When Sve said...that you had feelings for me. Was it true?" You looked up at him, eyes wide with hope and uncertainty. You had fallen for him. All those times he had been there for you, since you first came into this world. You didn't care that he was once a fantasy, he was real now. As real as the love that had developed.

Iceland looked down at you, his expressive eyes filled with longing and compassion. "Já, ég elska þig." I love you.

Your heart soared, and you beamed from ear to ear before he bent down to place a kiss on your lips, sweet and soft and just perfect. "I love you too Emil, so much."

(whispers) "Yes! They finally made it together! I told you this awesome plan would-ACK!"

"Your 'awesome plan' involved kidnapping my little brother idiot, you just got lucky."

"Well, at least everything worked out in the end. Oh! Does this mean I should start on the wedding plans? A cake, streamers, I wonder if they wouldn't mind having it near Christmastime..."

".........(silent approval)........"