Babysitting Iceland: Iceland x Sweden Hetalia!

Day One.

"Ice, are you ready?" Denmark shouted from the front door. Iceland came trotting down the stairs, pulling his hat on. "I don't get why I have to visit Sweden and Finland! I can take care of myself." He whined. "Not with licorice in the house." Norway yanked Iceland's hat over his head, thinking that was helpful, "Besides, you haven't seen them in a few weeks. Don't you miss them?"

"I do miss the dog." Iceland smiled. "And our old friends?" Norway glared. "Fine, yeah. Whatever." His little snow-haired brother walked out of their house and jumped into the backseat, "Well? Are we going or not?"

Denmark took a swig of his beer and got in the driver's seat. "Are you sure you should be driving?" Iceland looked at him with concern. "Of course, Ice! What could go wrong?"

"It was nice knowing you, little brother." Norway buckled his seat belt. "Wha-? Ah, it was nice knowing you too, Norway."

"Call me Big Brother."

Iceland placed a hand on Denmark's shoulder. "Please, crash the car."

"If you say so!" Denmark grinned and put the car in reverse, which would send them flying through their garage. Norway quickly grabbed the stupid Dane by his tie. "Drive...or else." Denmark gulped and put the car in Drive mode. "Let's go!"

Two hours and two near-death experiences later, they arrived at Sweden and Finland's house. Iceland quickly jumped out of the car, shaking, and grabbed his bag. "How long do I have to stay here?" He asked. "We'll pick you up around 12:30 on Saturday." Norway handed him a cage Mr. Puffin was sleeping in, "Don't forget this."

Iceland groaned. "Saturday? That was five days away!" He thought, "Hopefully this won't be so bad." Iceland wasn't a very big fan of anyone, but Sweden and Finland were probably the least unlikable people he knew personally. 

Norway and Denmark drove off as Iceland walked to the door. There was a note that said "It's unlocked, come in. We'll be home soon."

"That's dumb...someone could've broken in." He opened the door and locked it behind him. Hanatamago could be heard pitter-pattering down the hallway, and found herself in Ice's arms. "Jeez, hello."

"Yip!" Hana's tail wagged uncontrollably behind her. Iceland carried her over to the couch and they both sat down. Well, he sat down, Hana just ran around and occasionally jumped on his lap to lick his face.  He turned on the television and watched cartoons. Hana calmed down and sat next to him, admiring the few colors she could see.

A lullaby on one episode began to play, and Iceland slowly fell asleep. When he woke up, he heard what sounded like the clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen. "Did someone break in? Seriously, the one time their door is locked-"

He sat up and looked at the archway that allowed him to see a little bit of the kitchen. "Is someone in there?" He called. Finland came running through the archway with a smile. "Oh, you're awake! I would've told you we were home but when I came in, you were asleep! So, I decided I would just let you sleep and now I'm going to make dinner!" 

"Okay." Iceland sighed, relieved that he wasn't about to be murdered, "Where's Sweden?"

"He went into his office after he gave you a blanket! If he's not there, then check the garage. He likes to make things in there. Mostly furniture, by the way!" Finland danced back into the kitchen happily. 

Iceland looked down and saw the blanket sitting comfortably on his lap. "Hana must be with him right now. Or maybe she's in the kitchen, too." He stood up and made his way to the office, which was up the stairs. They were kind of squeaky, Iceland found this out after the first step screeched at him when he was younger. 

Remembering this, he decided it would be a fun challenge to walk all the way up without making a single sound. "Wait, that's impossible." He thought, "Maybe just three squeaks. If I fail, I'll try again some other time."

 So, up he went, slowly over each step. He was almost up all the way, when the final step decided to rain on his parade. 

Squeeeaaak!

Iceland cringed and quickly made it on to the floor. "Aw...I was doing so good!" He sighed and walked over to Sweden's office door. Knocking, he asked if Sweden was busy. Not getting a reply, Iceland turned the knob and opened the door. The room was empty, kind of. There were a few papers scattered on the desk. Iceland stepped back out and closed the door. "I guess he's in the garage." 

He shuddered. The garage was very creepy to him, he never understood why, though. Maybe it was the dimly lit corners and the cold air, or the random dolls and furniture made out of wood. Not wanting to be rude, Iceland walked down the stairs and towards the garage, which was on the opposite side of the living room from the kitchen. 

Iceland slowly opened the heavy door and walked down the small steps. Cautiously, he made his way to the center of the garage without hitting anything. He wasn't ready to die, and even if he was, he'd want to at least see what was about to kill him. Everything looked the same in the old, cold garage. 

He could make out a shadow shaking in the candlelight not too far ahead. "Sweden?" Iceland whispered. He didn't hear a reply, but he walked closer anyway. The candlelight suddenly went out and the shadow was no more.

He hid behind a homemade bookcase that was sitting right behind the desk, oddly terrified. He couldn't explain the reason for his fear, as he didn't understand it himself. "Sweden?" He whispered again. He heard the chair that went with the desk squeak across the floor. He held his breath.

"Sweden? Are you there?"

Iceland heard footsteps, but the sound quickly stopped. He peeked around the corner, but couldn't make out anything in the darkness. Suddenly, he felt a large hand on his shoulder. Letting out a loud cry, he turned and started smacking whatever had touched him. The thing, or person, grabbed him by his wrists and gently pushed him against the bookcase. "I'm not ready to die! I'm so young, please don't hurt me!" Iceland weeped. 

(A/N): I'm not sure if I should use the accent that most fanfictions have for Sweden or not, but...maybe I'll do it, but not as crazy. I'll make sure it's somewhat easier to read. 

"Icel'nd, c'lm down. It's m'." A deep voice whispered. Iceland realized it was Sweden and relaxed his tense muscles. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" He glared. "You sn'ck up on m', though."

"I did? Oh, yeah...I guess I did. I'm sorry." Iceland looked down in shame. "'t's ok'y." Iceland smiled, but he felt like a poorly mannered brat. "Why is it dark in here? What happened to the candle?" He asked. 

He could see Sweden slightly shaking his head. "Light w'nt out. I've m'splaced m' light'r." 

"I can help you find it! To make up for being such a brat." Iceland mumbled the last sentence, but Sweden heard it. "You w'ren't being a br't, Icel'nd." Iceland blushed grumpily, feeling even more embarrassed now. "W-Well, do you need help finding the lighter?  This place is creeping me out." 

"S're. Be c'reful, though. S'me obj'cts aren't v'ry well b'lanced." Sweden wandered off into the darkness, and Iceland walked the opposite way.

 Feeling around, Iceland stumbled across the garage in total darkness. Luckily, the garage doors had small windows that let in a tiny bit of light. In the light, he could see another desk. He quickly walked over to it and examined the flat surface. There were many weird and normal objects spread around on it. Marbles, duct tape, nails, weird plastic doorstoppers, and some string. There was also a pack of very large batteries. He could see something red under them, so he picked up the container and gently placed it elsewhere. Under those batteries was the lighter! "That was really dangerous." Iceland thought. 

He turned around, walked forward a bit and held up the lighter. "Sve, I found the li-ack!" He walked into another bookcase and saw that it was falling over. If he didn't move, it would probably kill him. He stumbled backwards, but slipped and fell on a bench. He yelled as the bookcase came crashing down on top of him and the poor bench. The last thing he heard before what he was sure would be his death was the loud, fast steps of a shocked Swede and the screaming of Finland, who came out to check on them. 

"Iceland!"