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A simple cold day was all Denmark needed to convince the others to go outside. This would've been fine for the other county's, where it didn't snow ever, but where they all were it was fairly common. The Nordic's had been staying at Norway's northern house, and it often snowed there.

Denmark and Finland seemed ready to go outside and stay in the snow. The others however, did not prefer to freeze to death as they do at their houses. Sweden much preferred reading his book, Iceland his penguin, and Norway doing nothing but sitting around.

"It'll be fun!" Denmark called to them. Each ignored him completely, as they always do, making Denmark's cheeks go a bright pink. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and pushed his head down.

"I think it will be fun!" Finland spoke up. He took a couple steps toward Norway, Sweden and Iceland. "We should go." He took a glance at Sweden, who had set down his book in turn to listen to Finland properly. Finland reached down and grabbed Sweden by the wrist before pulling him upwards.

Iceland followed Sweden, and in turn Norway had to follow as well. Though Norway had no reason to care for other people, he felt as to follow his younger brother outside. Sweden's face had grown a light blush to it as Finland gripped his fingers and pulled him out to the snow blanketed ground.

They were now in a cold wonderland. Sweden's blush had been concealed by the thick steady snow fall, though it was clear that it was still there. Sweden was such a sweet person, though not many people saw it through his blank expression. Finland dropped his hand before covering the white skin in snow.

Before Denmark was aware what had just happened, his face was covered in the white powder. Denmark spat before returning fire to Finland. Finland dodged it before the snow painted the tree. The snowball had just missed Sweden's nose by about an inch. Sweden took refuge next to that tree. Norway, Finland and Denmark seemed much too interested in their petty game to care.

Sweden slid down the tree, managing to sit down in the five inch snow. His long legs were coated with snow, they were pulled to his chest and secured there by his arms. He found it interesting to watch the others fight, most amusingly Denmark getting sniped by Finland.

Iceland had not joined in their games. Like Sweden, he found it more interesting to watch from afar. His puffin wandered in the snow close by, slipping often and sliding like a penguin. Sweden found this amusing as well, though Finland's sniping skills were amazing.

Sweden had never noticed Finland's aiming skills. He was sure, after five minutes in the game, that Denmark had lost some teeth. It was even funnier to watch Denmark attempt to return fire, only to find the Finland had moved behind him and hit him in the head. Norway seemed to be finding that hitting Mr. Puffin was better than playing the game.

Though Iceland's glares said otherwise.

Sweden also found that many of the snowballs came hurdling toward him. He only had to move his head slightly for the snowballs to splat against the tree behind him. The water from the tree soaked into his blond hair and make it wet, but otherwise he made it out unaffected.

Iceland didn't make it out so easy. The snowballs hit him in the chest, soaking his already white undershirt. The snowballs grazed his white tinted hair, and flaked down into his eyelashes. Iceland was once again his in the face when he failed to move swift enough. He stood up before taking a couple steps toward Norway.

Before Sweden could register what was happening, Norway was in the snow and Iceland was on top of him. Sweden covered his lips as a smile escaped his hardened expression. He watched Norway fall backwards into the snow, and the small Iceland fall over him. Denmark couldn't contain himself and was giving one of his laughs to brighten the atmosphere. Finland was cupping his house, much as Sweden was, but his entire body was shaking.

Sweden pushed himself up to his feet and joined Finland in staring at the two brothers wrestling each other on the ground. Iceland was soon under Norway. Norway stood up and brushed himself off before walking back inside. He was always quiet with his emotions, but it was obvious he was laughing by the way his shoulders were moving.

Iceland looked around quickly before gripping Mr. Puffin and setting him atop his head.

"I think it's about time we all go inside." Denmark declared. Iceland nodded before standing, and following him inside. Sweden did the same, and Finland followed just a little ways afterwards. Finland took a few steps closer to Sweden before gripping the back of his coat, just as they did when they were kids.

Sweden jumped at the feeling before slowly walking back to the house, as if wanting the moment to last for a long time. When they got to the house, Norway was standing in the doorway his is head facing the ground. He was shaking his hair out, where the detached curl stood strangely in it's place.

Iceland was inside, his coat was on the floor, and he seemed to be ruffling his own hair as Norway had been doing. Denmark was on the couch, curled in a ball and most likely asleep. Gosh, what he can sleep through.

Finland pulled away from Sweden in turn to ruffle his own hair, as it seemed like everyone was doing. He pulled his hat off and shook icicles from his hair. Sweden only took of his glasses and watched as snow, water, and ice mixed on the floor.

Finland stood upright once more. He waved his hand at everybody before walking into the back room, which was were Norway had supplied him a place to sleep.

A.N. I don't ship SwedenxFinland but I couldn't help myself. And sorry for the lack of updates, Thanksgiving's tomorrow for me. Oh and Iceland is Ashlie Hanke's so I wouldn't steal him. And Sweden is mine. I wouldn't attempt to take him from me.