Chibi Puffins

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Hello, my name is Emil, but most people just call me Aisu. I live with my big brother Nor and Den, and my friend Mr. Puffin. My favorite food is salted cod and I don't like leeks or asparagus... I like to draw and play-training, and I'm going to be the strongest nation when I grow up! ((Hello~ This is a Chibi-Iceland RP blog! His 'appearance age' is 4~5, for those who wonder XD I love roleplaying all genres, from AU to historical, so feel free to send me a starter whenever! ^-^ Also, this is a side blog so if I follow you, it'll show up as puchixtomatoxparade!))

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Iceland sat down fully on ‘Santa’s’ lap and began playing with the beard, going through the list in his mind again. “Well… Aisu want all of Aisu’s family to have presents… And Hong Kong, too. Hong Kong said Santa’s not real cause that’s what his ‘Sensei’ said… But Aisu knows that’s not true.”

Finland hoped that Iceland wouldn’t pull too tightly on his beard. “Your family? Finland’s told me about them; your big brother and the two taller ones, right? And Hong Kong? Who is he? If he doesn’t believe in Santa then he’ll get coal in his stocking. Will you tell him that for me, Iceland?” he asked, though he knew that over in the east, they didn’t celebrate Christmas like they did.

"But that's not fair, cause Hong Kong said Sensei said it's not real... So I want Santa to give him presents so he knows that Santa is real. He likes pandas... So give him a big panda teddy bear...! And... Aisu also want umm... Danmark, big brother, Sve, and Fin-nii to get presents, too... Give them what they want the most, okay...?" The child babbled on, absentmindedly still playing with the beard.

The child grinned proudly and puffed out his chest slightly as he was patted on the head. He was experiencing something all kids always dreamed about. Even Hong Kong told him that he had never seen Santa, either! He was going to be so jealous!!

"Ja! Aisu’s always a good boy… And big, too!" He had to add in the last part. Santa had to know he was an adult, after all.

"Yes, Finland told me that, too; he said you’re a very good boy and a very helpful boy, too" ‘Santa’ replied, sitting down next to the boy and sitting him in his lap. "So, I’m going to ask you, Iceland; what do you want for Christmas this year?"

Iceland sat down fully on 'Santa's' lap and began playing with the beard, going through the list in his mind again. "Well... Aisu want all of Aisu's family to have presents... And Hong Kong, too. Hong Kong said Santa's not real cause that's what his 'Sensei' said... But Aisu knows that's not true."

"…!"

This was it. It was the Santa from his dreams that Iceland took years of his own sleeping time to try to stay awake and get a glimpse at. Pushing himself up to stand on the couch, he watched in awe as ‘Santa’ made his way towards him. “IT’S SANTA?” He asked, unable to contain his excitement.

Finland smiled as he stepped into the living room. So far, so good. Iceland was buying the fact that it wasn’t him. He walked forward and patted the boy on the head. “Yes, little one. It’s me, Santa” he replied. “I hear you’ve been a very good boy this year; my friend Finland told me before I got here.”

The child grinned proudly and puffed out his chest slightly as he was patted on the head. He was experiencing something all kids always dreamed about. Even Hong Kong told him that he had never seen Santa, either! He was going to be so jealous!!

"Ja! Aisu's always a good boy... And big, too!" He had to add in the last part. Santa had to know he was an adult, after all.

"Okaay…" Nodding in answer at the reassurance, Iceland swung his legs from the edge of the couch as he waited for Finland’s return, humming a small Christmas tune while he reminded himself of what he wanted to tell Santa.

It didn’t take too long for Finland to get dressed, and as he walked downstairs his boots made a jingling noise. “Ho, ho, ho!” he called, putting on a show for Iceland.

"...!" This was it. It was the Santa from his dreams that Iceland took years of his own sleeping time to try to stay awake and get a glimpse at. Pushing himself up to stand on the couch, he watched in awe as 'Santa' made his way towards him. "IT'S SANTA?" He asked, unable to contain his excitement.

"Santa’s here…?" It was as if stars had moved into his eyes. It was a magic come true in a sense, since he never understood his brother being able to talk to "magical beings" and he couldn’t; he figured Santa was one of them. He nodded and tried to climb out of Finland’s arms now. "Hurry! Hurry!!"

Finland had cornered himself; he was Santa, so what would Iceland say or think if he just got dressed up in his red suit and spoke to him? Would he be dashing the boy’s hopes?

He let go of the boy and ran after him. “Iceland! Iceland, you sit on the couch and I’ll make a phone call for him!” he called.

"He’s not home…?" The boy innocently asked, disappointment coming to his face. He frowned and puckered his lips out slightly in a miniature pout, but nodded and moved himself to the living room couch, where he climbed onto and sat down, waiting for Finland.

"He’ll be here as soon as I give him a call!" Finland reassured. Once he made sure Iceland was sitting still he ran upstairs to get changed, silently hoping this would work.

His Santa suit was slightly tattered and frayed, but he hoped it wouldn’t matter. He pulled the jacket on, then trousers and his green striped socks.

"Okaay..." Nodding in answer at the reassurance, Iceland swung his legs from the edge of the couch as he waited for Finland's return, humming a small Christmas tune while he reminded himself of what he wanted to tell Santa.

"…!" The boy immediately remembered his reasoning to be in the place with the reminder, making his eyes begin to shine once more in excitement. He gripped onto Finland’s shirt once again and tried to stand up while being held, hoping Finland could help him balance. "Aisu wanna talk to Santa!"

"Woah!" Finland exclaimed, fumbling and trying to keep hold of Iceland. "You want to talk to Santa? Do.. Come inside, sit down and I’ll get Santa to come here just for you."

"Santa’s here…?" It was as if stars had moved into his eyes. It was a magic come true in a sense, since he never understood his brother being able to talk to "magical beings" and he couldn’t; he figured Santa was one of them. He nodded and tried to climb out of Finland’s arms now. "Hurry! Hurry!!"

Finland had cornered himself; he was Santa, so what would Iceland say or think if he just got dressed up in his red suit and spoke to him? Would he be dashing the boy’s hopes?

He let go of the boy and ran after him. “Iceland! Iceland, you sit on the couch and I’ll make a phone call for him!” he called.

"He's not home...?" The boy innocently asked, disappointment coming to his face. He frowned and puckered his lips out slightly in a miniature pout, but nodded and moved himself to the living room couch, where he climbed onto and sat down, waiting for Finland.

"…!" The boy immediately remembered his reasoning to be in the place with the reminder, making his eyes begin to shine once more in excitement. He gripped onto Finland’s shirt once again and tried to stand up while being held, hoping Finland could help him balance. "Aisu wanna talk to Santa!"

"Woah!" Finland exclaimed, fumbling and trying to keep hold of Iceland. "You want to talk to Santa? Do.. Come inside, sit down and I’ll get Santa to come here just for you."

"Santa's here...?" It was as if stars had moved into his eyes. It was a magic come true in a sense, since he never understood his brother being able to talk to "magical beings" and he couldn't; he figured Santa was one of them. He nodded and tried to climb out of Finland's arms now. "Hurry! Hurry!!"

Finland sighed heavily; he couldn’t stay angry for very long at any of his friends. “Iceland, you’re more than welcome to visit, but next time I want you to promise me that you’ll tell your brother, okay? Do you promise?” he asked, giving the boy a slightly stern look.

The stern look caused him to slowly look up and down again immediately after, sucking on his finger and keeping quiet. Feeling frustrated with himself and the situation around him, his eyes began to fill with tears, but he attempted to hold them in by trying to replace his current emotions with anger. Why didn’t anyone understand that he was old enough to make his own choices?!

Upon seeing the boy tearing up, Finland panicked. “No, don’t cry! Don’t cry!” he pleaded, hugging Iceland close. “I’m sorry for getting angry with you, but you have to know that you can’t wander off on your own! Plus you’re going to smell like reindeer now… Norway won’t be too happy about that!”

"…Reindeer…?" Iceland instead decided to ask in a whisper, pulling his finger from his mouth slowly. He held his nose when he soon caught on with the smell, groaning. "…It’s stinky…"

"I’m sorry, but I was busy feeding them earlier and I haven’t had a chance to shower before going back out" Finland apologised. "So, why else did you come here? You’re not looking for fish again, are you?"

"...!" The boy immediately remembered his reasoning to be in the place with the reminder, making his eyes begin to shine once more in excitement. He gripped onto Finland's shirt once again and tried to stand up while being held, hoping Finland could help him balance. "Aisu wanna talk to Santa!"

Finland sighed heavily; he couldn’t stay angry for very long at any of his friends. “Iceland, you’re more than welcome to visit, but next time I want you to promise me that you’ll tell your brother, okay? Do you promise?” he asked, giving the boy a slightly stern look.

The stern look caused him to slowly look up and down again immediately after, sucking on his finger and keeping quiet. Feeling frustrated with himself and the situation around him, his eyes began to fill with tears, but he attempted to hold them in by trying to replace his current emotions with anger. Why didn’t anyone understand that he was old enough to make his own choices?!

Upon seeing the boy tearing up, Finland panicked. “No, don’t cry! Don’t cry!” he pleaded, hugging Iceland close. “I’m sorry for getting angry with you, but you have to know that you can’t wander off on your own! Plus you’re going to smell like reindeer now… Norway won’t be too happy about that!”

"...Reindeer...?" Iceland instead decided to ask in a whisper, pulling his finger from his mouth slowly. He held his nose when he soon caught on with the smell, groaning. "...It's stinky..."

A grin came to his face when Muumi let go, and instead he was picked up by Finland. He much rather be held by someone still, and he easily showed it by clinging his fingers into Finland’s fabric. He tilted his head at the questions thrown to him and frowned soon after yet again however. “…” Speechless, the boy used one of his hands to put his index finger in his mouth, shifting his eyes away to avoid eye contact with Finland and going quiet, having no excuses for his act.

Finland sighed heavily; he couldn’t stay angry for very long at any of his friends. “Iceland, you’re more than welcome to visit, but next time I want you to promise me that you’ll tell your brother, okay? Do you promise?” he asked, giving the boy a slightly stern look.

The stern look caused him to slowly look up and down again immediately after, sucking on his finger and keeping quiet. Feeling frustrated with himself and the situation around him, his eyes began to fill with tears, but he attempted to hold them in by trying to replace his current emotions with anger. Why didn't anyone understand that he was old enough to make his own choices?!

The child blinked when he noticed the creature was not going to let go of his hand, the frown deepening as he began to shake the hand trying to get him to release. “I’m not a child~…” He whined, not noticing that Finland had seen him now. “Let gooo~…”

Muumi kept hold of the boy’s hand as Finland walked back over to them. “Iceland? What are you doing here? Did Norway let you come here? Why didn’t he bring you himself? It’s cold out here; why didn’t he dress you more warmly?”

The boy continued to whine and attempt to pry away, even after Finland came over. He continued trying to get Muumi to let go as he explained with the best of his vocabulary. “Big brother’s sleeping… He say he take nap. Aisu wanted to talk to Fin-nii so Aisu came over!”

Finland got Muumi to let him go as he picked Iceland up. “You came alll this way without telling Norway? And he’s sleeping? Iceland, you can’t just come over here whenever you want; you have to let someone know. What if Norway wakes up later and gets worried because you’re here?” he sighed, then looked slightly surprised. Was that a new nickname the boy had come up with?

A grin came to his face when Muumi let go, and instead he was picked up by Finland. He much rather be held by someone still, and he easily showed it by clinging his fingers into Finland's fabric. He tilted his head at the questions thrown to him and frowned soon after yet again however. "..." Speechless, the boy used one of his hands to put his index finger in his mouth, shifting his eyes away to avoid eye contact with Finland and going quiet, having no excuses for his act.

The child blinked when he noticed the creature was not going to let go of his hand, the frown deepening as he began to shake the hand trying to get him to release. “I’m not a child~…” He whined, not noticing that Finland had seen him now. “Let gooo~…”

Muumi kept hold of the boy’s hand as Finland walked back over to them. “Iceland? What are you doing here? Did Norway let you come here? Why didn’t he bring you himself? It’s cold out here; why didn’t he dress you more warmly?”

The boy continued to whine and attempt to pry away, even after Finland came over. He continued trying to get Muumi to let go as he explained with the best of his vocabulary. "Big brother's sleeping... He say he take nap. Aisu wanted to talk to Fin-nii so Aisu came over!"

Muumi? Muumi, can you do me a favour and come over here? I want to introduce you to my reindeer. Don’t worry; I’m not going to bring Keen-Eyed Danger out. You’ll be meeting Flying Hellfire, Jolly Rain and Leaping Mountain; they’re the nicest reindeer you could ever meet. (opens the back door and ushers the moomin out) You should probably wait here while I go and get them, alright? (Muumi nods and watches Fin head across the garden)

The child watched quietly until he saw that Finland was away from Muumi, in which he timidly climbed out from one of the nearby trees and tackled him from behind playfully. “Muumi? Where’s Fin-nii going~?”

Muumi turned around quickly, stopping Iceland from tackling him or hurting himself, and pointed down the garden, where a large barn stood.

Iceland pouted, with his cheeks puffing out round and his eyes narrowing slightly. “I wanted to ask how to talk to Santa… I know what I want for Christmas, so I ask big brother how to talk to Santa about it, and he said Fin-nii knows!”

Muumi shrugged and nodded, but he kept hold of Iceland’s hand so that he couldn’t run off and get hurt by the reindeer.

Finland stopped and turned around when he heard a child talking, surprised to see Iceland.

The child blinked when he noticed the creature was not going to let go of his hand, the frown deepening as he began to shake the hand trying to get him to release. "I'm not a child~..." He whined, not noticing that Finland had seen him now. "Let gooo~..."

Muumi? Muumi, can you do me a favour and come over here? I want to introduce you to my reindeer. Don’t worry; I’m not going to bring Keen-Eyed Danger out. You’ll be meeting Flying Hellfire, Jolly Rain and Leaping Mountain; they’re the nicest reindeer you could ever meet. (opens the back door and ushers the moomin out) You should probably wait here while I go and get them, alright? (Muumi nods and watches Fin head across the garden)

The child watched quietly until he saw that Finland was away from Muumi, in which he timidly climbed out from one of the nearby trees and tackled him from behind playfully. “Muumi? Where’s Fin-nii going~?”

Muumi turned around quickly, stopping Iceland from tackling him or hurting himself, and pointed down the garden, where a large barn stood.

Iceland pouted, with his cheeks puffing out round and his eyes narrowing slightly. "I wanted to ask how to talk to Santa... I know what I want for Christmas, so I ask big brother how to talk to Santa about it, and he said Fin-nii knows!"

Muumi? Muumi, can you do me a favour and come over here? I want to introduce you to my reindeer. Don’t worry; I’m not going to bring Keen-Eyed Danger out. You’ll be meeting Flying Hellfire, Jolly Rain and Leaping Mountain; they’re the nicest reindeer you could ever meet. (opens the back door and ushers the moomin out) You should probably wait here while I go and get them, alright? (Muumi nods and watches Fin head across the garden)

The child watched quietly until he saw that Finland was away from Muumi, in which he timidly climbed out from one of the nearby trees and tackled him from behind playfully. "Muumi? Where's Fin-nii going~?"

#muse needs something to do #xD #HI FINNY

"Oh dear… I’m sorry, Iceland. Here, you come with me and we’ll see where he is, yes?" Tino swung his legs around and slid off the bed, hoisting Iceland up and holding him as he walked. "Muumi, you stay here" he added, heading out of the bedroom. The only thing Finland could think to do -and to possibly placate Iceland- was to give Norway a call and see where he was. He hoped that the older brother hadn’t forgotten about the younger.

Iceland whimpered in fear at first when Finland shifted his body, thinking he was going to move away. He didn't want to be alone right now; he wanted someone to cling to like a baby koala. With the fingers still in his mouth, he gripped tightly until the knuckles on his free hand turned white, onto Finland when he stood up and began to walk while carrying him.

"...Finny know where big brother is...?"

Finland let go of Iceland’s hand; he thought that that would comfort him, but it only made the matter worse. When Muumi shuffled over, Finland could sense that the boy’s mood had worsened.

"Muumi’s not going to hurt you, Iceland; he’s a friend. He’s my friend and I bet he wants to be your friend" he whispered, moving in his seat to face the creature. "Iceland, can you at least tell me what the matter is? Is it that you miss Norway? I can call him if you want."

The hand that was released from the grasp dropped at first, but was soon hesitantly yet quickly lifted back up to have the fingers right back into the silver-haired nation's mouth. The two fingers slipped in, and with a few suckling noises, the boy's whimpers died down. Instead he gripped at Finland's shirt with his free hand and turned to look at Muumi once more.

"...."

He stayed silent until Norway was mentioned, which caused the boy to snap his view back up to the Finnish male's. "N-Nn... Noor~..." The boy started once more, being reminded of his older brother after the slight pause.

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