Babysitting Iceland: Iceland x Sweden Hetalia!

Day Ten.

After packing up everything that was necessary, Sweden, Finland and Iceland got into the car and drove to Ice's home, or Denmark's house that he and Norway lived in. 

Iceland quietly pulled out his phone and started texting someone. Finland turned his head and looked at him. "You have a phone, Ice?" Iceland looked up and nodded. "I do, but Norway and Denmark don't know about it. I bought it secretly."

"Who are you texting, then?"

"I'm actually playing a game where I have to type whatever pops up on the screen as fast as I can. I have ten seconds and the words are long."

"Oh, that sounds stressful!"

"Kinda."

Finland turned back to the windshield and listened to the news being announced on the radio. Sweden noticed they were low on gas thirty minutes into their little road trip and pulled over at a gas station. He got out of the car at a gas pump and began to load the car up.

Iceland sat there playing his game when he heard a quiet knocking sound. He looked at the window to the right and saw someone wearing a dark hoodie. The person was clearly staring at him, but he couldn't make out a face. "Fin, there's some weirdo knocking on the window." 

At this point, Sweden had gone into the store to pay for the gas. Finland pulled out a pistol, rolled down his window a bit and aimed the gun at the stranger. "Back off. I killed someone yesterday, and I don't feel like doing it again today, but I swear to god if you touch my boy I will shoot you."

The stranger backed off and ran away into the forest. Finland rolled the window up and hid the pistol right when Sweden opened his car door and sat down. "Ready t' go?"

"Yep." Finland sat there with a grin on his face while Iceland just stared at him. "Why does he have a pistol in here?" He thought, "Hopefully we don't get pulled over. Jesus!"

Sweden put the car in Drive and pulled back on to the road. Iceland turned his phone off and looked back and forth between the two men up front. He leaned forward and tapped on Finland's shoulder. He turned his head slightly and Iceland whispered to him. "Does Sweden know you brought a weapon?"

"Mm-mm." Finland spoke. Iceland nodded and sat back. He could hear Finland giggling in the passenger seat. "Hey, Sweden?" Finland spoke, "Mind if I call Norway? Just to let him know we're on our way to their house."

"S're."

Iceland grew a tired feeling and laid down, tuning out the conversation. He closed his eyes and remembered when Sweden covered him with that blanket the other day. Where was that blanket? 

"Oh, it's on the floor." Iceland mumbled and picked it up. He spread it out over himself and went to sleep. He awoke hours later back in his own bed. He sat up and looked around, he was definitely back in his own room.

Standing up, Iceland headed for the guest room and saw his friends unpacking. "Hey, the tables have turned. Welcome to our guest room." He smirked. Finland and Sweden looked at him, amused by his  joke. "Did y' sleep w'll, Ice?"

"Yeah. Where's Hana?"

"She's probably asleep in the living room." Finland walked into the guest bathroom and brushed his teeth. Iceland headed out to the living room and cuddled with Hana for a bit. 

By now it was lunch time, but he wasn't hungry so he decided not to eat. Thinking it'd be polite, Iceland got up and made his friends some sandwiches. Carrying a plate full of PB&Js, he entered their room and saw them talking from their beds. 

"Hello, Ice!"

"Hey. Um, I made you guys some lunch. Norway doesn't let me cook while he's gone. I hope this is okay."