lonely little island

My name is Fannar Jonsson, but most know me as the Republic of Iceland. Stop by for a visit, it gets pretty lonely around here. [dependent aph iceland blog for eurohetalia-rp]

[aldreigleyma]

I thought that rather than giving you another back problem, I could just buy you something to help. Better than just hands, right?

@lietuvos-misku

Yeah, that is much nicer than more back problems.

[aldreigleyma]

[has a massive box in his hands and is struggling to hit the doorbell. in the end he uses his forehead and he waits for the Icelander to open the door]

[answers the door and is alarmed by the gigantic box with legs] Uh. Hello??

[kaneli-pulla-blog]

Happy [Super Late] Birthday Islanti! [his head pops out from behind the box. practically invites himself in as if he lives there]

[aldreigleyma]

[Good Lord that is terrifying–] Hi Fin. Thanks. Uh, I guess you’re already inside, so…come in?

[kaneli-pulla-blog]

[knows his way around quite well and places the box down on the kitchen table, pulling out a cake with some Iceland flags on it with the age 1146 crossed out and  112 underlined]

[aldreigleyma]

Uh, wow Fin, thank you for...reminding me that I’m technically really old. [he observes the cake while fighting off an embarrassed smile] Thank you...

[aldreigleyma]

[has a massive box in his hands and is struggling to hit the doorbell. in the end he uses his forehead and he waits for the Icelander to open the door]

[answers the door and is alarmed by the gigantic box with legs] Uh. Hello??

[kaneli-pulla-blog]

Happy [Super Late] Birthday Islanti! [his head pops out from behind the box. practically invites himself in as if he lives there]

[aldreigleyma]

[Good Lord that is terrifying--] Hi Fin. Thanks. Uh, I guess you’re already inside, so...come in?

[aldreigleyma]

The day is almost over. Almost no one has acknowledged my birthday. Thank god.

[eventyrr]

[He quickly walked up the path to the front door, carrying a brightly wrapped box of home baked goods. Guilt was already filling him for how late he was as he firmly knocked on the door.]

[aldreigleyma]

Welp. Spoke too soon. [stands and goes to answer the door, unable to mask his surprise when he sees his brother there] Nor. Hey.

[eventyrr]

Happy birthday. [He held the box out to his brother.] I would have been over earlier, but I was held up after a meeting and missed my flight. [His expression softened slightly as he realised Ice was another year further away from being the tiny child he’d found.]

[aldreigleyma]

Thank you. [takes the box with a small smile] Don’t worry about it. You still came, after all. Do you…wanna come in?

[eventyrr]

Of course. What kind of older brother would forget your birthday? [He was glad when he offered, it was too long a journey for a five minute visit.] Yes, if I could. I did sit on a plane for nearly three hours.

[aldreigleyma]

A bad one? [just ignore him, he’s being a little shit] [he opens the door wider to allow his brother to enter] Come in then, sit down or something. Do you want, like, tea or anything? 

[aldreigleyma]

Stay golden, Pony Boy, also happy birthday.

I…have no idea what you’re referencing. But thanks. One day my age will actually align with my back problems.

[lietuvos-misku-deactivated20170]

It means: Stay Golden

And also I know you’re a horse lover. Could it possibly be that I didn’t apply enough pressure to your back last time? I could always try again. We can even borrow hot stones from one of your springs. 

[aldreigleyma]

That’s very enlightening, thank you.

I honestly have no clue, it’s all a mystery. But you put a lot of pressure on last time, so I think you might break my back if you put any more. Please don’t break my back.

[aldreigleyma]

[he is most-certainly being smothered with flowers] Wow, uh, thanks? I’m assuming that means happy birthday.

[almadeespana-blog]

Si! It does! [he’s going to hug him, don’t freak out when his feet are lifted off the floor a couple of inches] Have you had a good birthday? I hope so!

[aldreigleyma]

[HE’S FREAKING OUT BYE] Oh! It’s been good?? Thank you??

[let-me-ski-deactivated20190510]

A thing that I love about the euro is the fact that even though Norway is not in the Euro, we are acting like we are. 
Because of Iceland. We are so protective of them. Ronaldo has been getting so much hate in the media. In the picture above it is 50% on all Ronaldo merchandise because of Iceland-Portugal.
And we have started an campaign for adopting Iceland. http://www.dagbladet.no/sport/ja-vi-elsker-dette-landet/60238133
Also I think that “Icelandic brothers” has never been used so much in the newspaper before.

[eventyrr]

@aldreigleyma That link doesn’t work, you can sign the petition here

[aldreigleyma]

[has a massive box in his hands and is struggling to hit the doorbell. in the end he uses his forehead and he waits for the Icelander to open the door]

[answers the door and is alarmed by the gigantic box with legs] Uh. Hello??

[aldreigleyma]

The day is almost over. Almost no one has acknowledged my birthday. Thank god.

[eventyrr]

[He quickly walked up the path to the front door, carrying a brightly wrapped box of home baked goods. Guilt was already filling him for how late he was as he firmly knocked on the door.]

[aldreigleyma]

Welp. Spoke too soon. [stands and goes to answer the door, unable to mask his surprise when he sees his brother there] Nor. Hey.

[eventyrr]

Happy birthday. [He held the box out to his brother.] I would have been over earlier, but I was held up after a meeting and missed my flight. [His expression softened slightly as he realised Ice was another year further away from being the tiny child he’d found.]

[aldreigleyma]

Thank you. [takes the box with a small smile] Don't worry about it. You still came, after all. Do you...wanna come in?

[aldreigleyma]

[LOUD AND TERRIFIED SQUEAK WHO IS AT HIS DOOR] [but he answers it nonetheless because he likes to live dangerously] Spánn?

[almadeespana-blog]

[THOSE ARE FRESH-CUT FLOWERS IN HIS FACE YES THEY ARE] ¡Feliz cumpleaños!

[aldreigleyma]

[he is most-certainly being smothered with flowers] Wow, uh, thanks? I'm assuming that means happy birthday.

[aldreigleyma]

The day is almost over. Almost no one has acknowledged my birthday. Thank god.

[eventyrr]

[He quickly walked up the path to the front door, carrying a brightly wrapped box of home baked goods. Guilt was already filling him for how late he was as he firmly knocked on the door.]

[aldreigleyma]

Welp. Spoke too soon. [stands and goes to answer the door, unable to mask his surprise when he sees his brother there] Nor. Hey.

[aldreigleyma]

*a big blue box arrives with the mail. inside is a bag with colorful embroidery filled with lots of chocolate filled cookies and a pair of reins with the same embroidery. a note is attached* "Happy Birthday! I hope you'll have a wonderful day with lots of fun! - Katyusha"

[he will never admit it to anyone but he grinned like a total dork when he opened the box] [instead, he replies with a simple note that says “Thank you - Fannar” with a big smiley face next to it]

[aldreigleyma]

[he’s just kind of sitting there. quiet.] [he’s hoping that everyone will forget that his birthday is today]

[almadeespana-blog]

[K N O C K K N O C K YOU THOUGHT HE FORGOT YOU’RE WRONG]

[aldreigleyma]

[LOUD AND TERRIFIED SQUEAK WHO IS AT HIS DOOR] [but he answers it nonetheless because he likes to live dangerously] Spánn?

[aldreigleyma]

The day is almost over. Almost no one has acknowledged my birthday. Thank god.

[aldreigleyma]

Stay golden, Pony Boy, also happy birthday.

I...have no idea what you’re referencing. But thanks. One day my age will actually align with my back problems.

[aldreigleyma]

[he’s just kind of sitting there. quiet.] [he’s hoping that everyone will forget that his birthday is today]

[not-alucid-king]

Fannar Blue || Closed

[not-alucid-king]

Hygge. That’s what he called that feeling. A sense of being comfortable that Danes had adapted their own word for it. That, and Mikkel often found himself making a home for himself wherever he stayed. A few weeks, a day? Not a problem, he’d make it into a home-like place in a few minutes.

He watched them interact with a war smile, head tilted. “Never had one, did ya? Royal hounds, o’course but I didn’t see any on the farm when I came out.” He sighed and squatted, his joints popping loudly as he did. Scratching Hamlet’s butt idly he fixed Fannar with a strong look. “What’s wearin’ on your soul?”

[aldreigleyma]

“No, but I feel like I might get one in the future. Maybe not soon, but...yeah.” His hand drifted to give the dog some scratches behind the ears. “I was pretty satisfied with the royal hounds when I was younger. I have cats to get the mice in my barn, but with them, the horses, and Mr. Puffin, I think I have enough on my plate when it comes to animals.”

At the question, his gaze lowers to the floor. “A more appropriate question would be “what isn’t wearing on my soul” to be honest. It’s...a lot of things, I guess. And...I figured that I should probably stop keeping it to myself. I do that a lot, probably got it from every other nation I’ve encountered.”