For YaretzyEsparza
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Iceland glared at Norway from across the table his glare full of emotions that normally wouldn't be seen on his face. Norway was well aware of his glare and returned it fully his gaze just as fierce as Iceland's own. Iceland broke the glaring contest to look over at a certain American Personification who was talking with a few of his allies.

Iceland felt himself blush slightly as America noticed his staring and sent a smile his way. The Icelander could feel Norway's glare in the back but he could careless. He was just happy his crush looked at him. Yeah that's right, Iceland had a crush on America. Iceland wasn't sure when these feelings started to form but he guessed it they started about maybe two-three years ago.

The conference had been held in Iceland's capital, Reykjavík, so that meant Iceland was running the meeting. Not much got done though because of the usual chaos that the world meeting caused. Iceland didn't really want to get involved with the chaos so he had just sat at his seat reading a book about hot springs with Puffin sitting on his shoulder.

Iceland had been so focused on his book that he hadn't noticed the chair flying towards him. Just as the chair was about to hit the unsuspecting Icelander someone had stuck their arm out in front of him effectively cutting the chair in half with one fail swoop. Iceland had looked up as had felt a few shards on the chair get on his clothes but not seriously injuring him, same with Puffin. What had really gotten Emil thought was America standing there with his now bloodied arm.

"You okay?" America had asked the Icelander who had been starring at him with widened eyes or more specifically his mangled arm. "Y-Yeah, are you?" Iceland had stuttered out shocked that America had stopped him from getting hurt. "Yeah I'm fine dude." Alfred had answered smiling brightly at Emil who had felt a blush coming onto his face. "But your arm.." Emil had said pointing at Alfred's injured arm.

"It's fine dude. I'll patch it up later." America tried to reassure the Icelander who wasn't convinced at all and proceeded to grab America's non injured arm then started dragging him towards the meeting room doors. He ignored America's obvious protests opening the doors to the conference room and guided (dragged) America towards the medical area that was set up just incase a nation got hurt during a meeting.

"Iceland, you really don't need to-" America was cut off by Iceland who shushed him and sat him down on the cot that had been laid out. "It's okay, America. Think of it as a thank you for saving me from that chair." Iceland said before going over to where the first aid kit was kept. He opened the cabinet pulling out the first aid kit before shutting it and walking back towards America.

Emil sat on the chair beside the bed opening the kit to grab some gauze, disinfectant, a few bandaids, and a needle and some thread as Alfred watched him. When Emil finally had everything he needed he set the kit on the end table near the bed where Puffin was sitting and grabbed Alfred's injured arm only to have the American pull back in pain.

"I can't take care of it if you won't let me see it." Emil stated seriously causing Alfred to sigh and pull up his sleeve exposing his wound. A slightly long jagged gash ran across Alfred's arm making Emil gasp in shock at the extent of his injury. "How long were you going to wait until you patched it up?" Emil asked his expression telling Alfred not to lie to him.

"'Til after the meeting..." Alfred muttered just loud enough for Emil to hear and he did. "The meeting ends in two hours, Alfred." Emil pointed out only to realize he had said America's human name. Without his permission. Calling a nation by their human name was a great offense unless you were given permission to do so especially to a powerful nation like America. "I-I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean to-." Emil was cut off when America smiled and patted on the back with his non injured arm.

"It's fine, Iceland. You can call me Alfred if you want." America said smiling the shorter nation who just blushed. "Then you can call me Emil!" Iceland replied still blushing for reasons he didn't know. "Sweet! It's nice to meet you, Emil." America greeted sticking out a hand to the Icelander who shook it in return. "Likewise Alfred but now I have to to patch up your wound before it gets infected." Iceland said a small smile spreading across as America nodded and let Iceland patch him up.
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After that, Iceland had began to have strange feelings towards the goofy blonde. Like he would blush when America laughed and his chest would hurt whenever he spoke to him or whenever he smiled. Emil was confused at what he was feeling as he had never felt this way about anyone before.

So he went to the only place he felt he could receive guidance on this new, foreign feeling.

His brothers.

Boy, was that a mistake. "Aww little Ice is in love~!" Denmark teased him causing him to blush and look down at his lap in embarrassment. "S-Shut up, Denmark!" Iceland yelled at the Dane who was making kissy faces at him. "That's so adorable. Emil you have to tell him." Finland said hugging Iceland causing him to try and push the Finnish man away but he was surprisingly strong.

"Mhmm." Sweden hummed in agreement a small, microscopic smile that was barely viable on his face. Iceland thought he could find advice from his so called 'family' but they just made him worse than before. Norway, however, hadn't so much as uttered a word since Iceland had told them he was in love with America. His hands were clenched into fists and he was starring at Iceland with the most hate filled glare the Icelander has ever seen.

"Lukas? Is something wrong?" Finland asks the Norwegian releasing the Iceland from his hug of death. At hearing his human name, Norway turned towards Finland his face still full of hate and malice. "Nothings wrong. I just have to talk to Iceland for a second." Norway said through gritted teeth as he stood up grabbing Iceland's wrist and dragging him into the next room.

Norway ignored Iceland's protests and let go his wrist as soon as they entered the next room. "Norway, what was that about?" Iceland asked trying to rub the feeling back into his wrist as he looked at Norway curiously. "Stay. Away. From. America." Norway snarled at him causing him to jump slightly in surprise. "What?" Was all Iceland could manage to get out when his brother pushed him against the wall.

"He's mine Ice so back off, okay?" Norway snapped coldly at his little brother expecting him to just give up but was surprised beyond belief when Iceland glared at him with a fierceness Lukas had never seen from his little brother. "I won't back down Norway. I love him and I'll be damned before I hand him over to you of all people." Emil proclaimed passionately causing Lukas to growl and shove his brother up against the wall.

"Back down, Emil. If you know what's good for you." Lukas growler again still pissed off about Iceland liking America. "No. I'll fight you for him." Iceland declared which made Norway's eyes widen slightly. A moment of silence followed after that statement before Norway let go of Iceland and backed up. "Fine then. If you're so insistent on being with him then we shall fight. Whoever wins his heart first is the winner, deal?" Norway proposed stretching out his hand to the younger nation.

Iceland looked at the hand suspiciously before he slowly reached out his own hand to shake his big brother's.

"May the best nation win, big brother."

With that Iceland turned around and walked back into the room where Denmark, Finland, and Sweden were talking leaving Norway to his own devices.
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Since then Norway and Iceland have been fighting for America's heart unbeknownst to the oblivious blonde. So that brings us back to the current meeting  which has ended because those flashbacks took way too long.

America was packing up his stuff when Norway approached him after the meeting. "Oh hey Norway, what's up dude?" America asked shoving the rest of his notes into his briefcase so that he could face the Norwegian Nation. Norway took a deep breath before he latched his lips onto America's causing the younger nation to drop his briefcase in shock. America (after getting over the initial shock) pushed Lukas away holding his hand over his slightly red lips in shock.

Before either of them could say anything an angered shout broke the tense atmosphere. "WHAT THE HELL, LUKAS?!" Emil shouted at Lukas looking supremely pissed off at the Norwegian for some reason. "THE AGREEMENT WAS THAT WE WOULD TRY TO WIN HIS HEART! NOT JUST KISS HIM OUT OF THE FREAKING BLUE!" Emil yelled rage filled causing Alfred to back up in shock as he had never heard the Icelander yell before.

"And you call that a kiss—this is a kiss!" Iceland then proceeded to grab America by his chin and drag his mouth onto his like Norway had done but this time he pushed his tongue into America's mouth before parting and smirking in victory at the breathless Alfred.

"Fine you wanna play that game then let's see who's best!" Norway smirked then grabbed America by the arm while Iceland did the same and they proceeded to drag America back to Norway's house where they tried prove to who's the best.

In the end though, America was still confused.
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Hey guys! I know I said I was gonna write on Monday but the internet in my house stopped working and didn't start back up again until this morning so I apologize for that. Any thoughts to share?