The Romanian was cold, nervous and rather irritated. All he wanted to do was leave and get home as fast as possible but there was only one problem, he was stuck at an ice rink. Vladimir gritted his teeth looking around the huge ice rink he was dragged to for any possible way to escape this awful situation he found himself stuck in. Unluckily for him a huge or rather small obstacle literally stood in front of him.
"Ice do I really have to do this?" He questioned, looking up at the Icelander who unfortunately was that obstacle. "It's cold here and you know I'm no good at ice skating. It's not fair you, Norge and that Dane all have an advantage!" Vladimir whined pouting in embarrassment. He was rather prideful and didn't like to admit his weaknesses, but in all honesty he was frightened to even step foot on the Ice. Images and thoughts ran though his head, 'What if Nor and Ice laugh at me because I'm no good' 'What if I break my beautiful nose?!'.
"Of course you have to do it." The Romanian was snapped out of his thoughts, hearing that familiar voice.
"But Icey--"
"No buts Vladimir." The Icelandic gazed down at the shaking form in front of him. Rather then shaking in fear was he, laughing?
"You said buts!" The Romanian couldn't help but cackle at the look on his lover's face. The Icelander just face palmed as hard as he possibly could without injuring himself.
"You're such a child sometim-- Who am I kidding you are a child in a old mans body." Eirikur couldn't help but smile as the words 'old man' escaped his lips.
"HEY! I am not an old man, besides you like this 'old man' anyway."
"WILL YOU TWO STOP FLIRTING AND GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE!" The two nations turned there head to the direction of the slightly intoxicated Dane.
"I'M NOT GOING OVER THERE DICKMARK, YOU CAN FIGHT ME!" Yelled the angry Romanian in response.
Eirikur sighed in slight annoyance, sure he understood how irritating the drunk Dane was, but rather he was more annoyed that Vladimir just wouldn't budge from where he was perched. He knelt down to the eye level of the Romanian, sat in front of him cupping his pale cheek with his gloved hand.
"Please Vladimir just try once for me? If you hurt yourself you can stop, I won't force you to continue." Eirikur asked using those lost kitten eyes. He knew Vlad could never refuse him when he looked at him with that face.
"F-fine but it's only because asked me so nicely." He grunted softly trying to stand up but he found it difficult to stand up on those blades.
Eirikur smiled in triumph practically hopping over to the ice. Vladimir stared in awe, how could he possibly walk never mind jump around in those skates?
"W-wait for me!" The Romanian eagerly stumbled behind, finally making it to the ice, he placed one blade on the slippery surface.
"Oh look grandpa decided to come join us!" The Dane snickered, mocking Vladimir. The Norwegian couldn't help but give a little smile of his own too.
"Oh shut your mouth, I get Ice calling me old but you two are just as old as me!" He huffed out, grabbing onto the side of the rink he made his way onto the solid Ice.
No matter how hard he tried he just could not let go, what if he fell? He peered backwards to look at the others, the Dane was skating around trying to impress the Norwegian that was sitting in front of him sipping his coffee. How typical, why don't they just get married already? Vladimir thought rolling his eyes. Scanning the area he searched for the white haired teen but those red orbs just couldn't find him.
"Do you need some help there, babe?" The Icelander questioned placing his hands on the other's shoulders. Vladimir jumped out of his skin, twirling around to face the source of the voice.
