"Have you seen Iceland?" Norway asked for what felt like the thousandth time of the day.

"Nope, sorry," Hong Kong replied, not even bothering with looking up from his phone.

Norway sighed. This world meeting was a nightmare. First, for once that he had come prepared (he had even practiced his speech in front of the mirror), he hadn't been given the opportunity to speak. Second, Denmark had been annoying all day long, forcing Norway to pass his little notes to Sweden. Sweden hadn't even bothered with reading them, letting them pile up in the trashcan at his feet. Third, Scotland wasn't there. England had gotten over his cold and taken back his place of representative of the UK, which meant no drinking with Scotland and no talking about mythological stuff or their common adventures of centuries ago either. It was depressing.

But none of it was as depressing as losing Iceland. The moment Germany had called for a break, the teen had ran off somewhere, which Norway found particularly disappointing considering that he had planned a small brothers-only lunch with Iceland. He had even managed to throw Denmark at his good friends America and Prussia to keep him away from his peaceful moment of bonding with his little brother.

Yet, no matter who he gathered the strength to ask to, he couldn't find Iceland. He thanked Hong Kong and forced himself to ask one more person before giving up, despite how much it physically hurt to talk to so many people he wasn't even close to.

"Hello, Miss Seychelles," he said politely.

The girl turned around to look at him, smiling a little too warmly for his taste. But he could remember Iceland mentionning her name. They were friends, he was convinced of it. She had to know where he had gone.

"Good morning, Mr Norway. How can I help you?"

"I'm looking for Iceland, have you seen him?"

"Uh, I think I might have," she replied, tapping her chin lightly with her finger as she thought.

"Didn't he say he was going outside to eat?" Taiwan chimed in. "He said something about a Turkish restaurant."

"Ah," Seychelles said. "I remember, yes. It shouldn't be very far from here and he left not too long ago, you can still catch up with him."

He thanked then both and ran off. He couldn't believe that Iceland could possibly go eat without him when they were supposed to have lunch together. Granted, he hadn't told Iceland about his plans, but they were supposed to be available for each other, weren't they?

As Seychelles had said, he found Iceland easily. His pale hair and loud voice stood out, as always. But Iceland wasn't alone. There was someone with him, someone Norway recognized as the same man who had "accidentally" bought Iceland when the younger had - "accidentally" again - been captured by pirates.

Turkey.

Of course, he knew that Iceland didn't dislike Turkey - he had had plently of good things to say about him when Norway had gotten him back from the Ottoman Empire - but from there to think that Iceland would deny a lunch with his favorite older brother to spend time with Turkey, there was a step that Norway was not at all willing to take. But he heard laughter, and Iceland was smiling, which was not all that frequent, so Norway decided that Iceland having been rude first by not warning, he was perfectly allowed to "overhear" their conversation.

"I can't believe you actually did that," Turkey was saying, sounding very amused - and a little impressed. "You didn't like taking risks nearly as much when I had you at home."

"Yeah, but that was a different time," Iceland shrugged. "But ya know, it's actually pretty fun. You should come and try it someday, Pops."

Norway's eyes widened. Iceland could had kicked him, thrown a knife at his heart and covered the wound in lemon juice while laughing like a maniac and it would still have hurt less. Iceland had called Turkey pops. The same Iceland that refused to call Norway big brother no matter what nice things Norway did for him.

Norway squinted, glaring threateningly at Turkey. He had done something to Iceland, that much was obvious. And he was going to avenge his brother. But first, he had a call to make.

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When the afternoon meeting started, Norway dropped his gigantic take-out box on the table. No one really minded, of course. Eating during meetings was as common as fighting, but Norway rarely ever did it, which drew a few curious glances from his friends and family.

"What are you doing?" Iceland asked, looking a little confused.

"Oh, since I looked for you everywhere during the break, I didn't get the time to eat."

Iceland frowned.

"You looked for me? You could have called."

Norway opened his mouth to answer, but he closed it quickly.

Of course. Was he stupid? It was the whole point of the cellphone he bothered himself with keeping in his pocket constanly.

But he stopped himself before he could start criticizing himself too much. If he had called Iceland, he would have never known about the whole Turkey problem.

Talking about Turkey, he opened his take-out box in which a whole turkey sat. Cooked, of course, Norway wasn't a barbarian anymore.

His turkey attracted many more eyes, and finally he got the attention of the person he wanted. He locked eyes with Turkey and stabbed his meat repetitively, not looking away from his rival.

"Erm… Norway?" America asked hesitantly, and Norway suddenly realised that the room was completely quiet, all faces turned towards him. "What exactly are you doing…?"

Norway looked at his turkey. The back looked mashed.

"Making sure the turkey's dead," he replied, staring at Turkey who seemed a little uncomfortable, much to Norway's satisfaction.

"Noregur," Iceland said, eyes wide. "What the…"

Denmark slammed his palm on Iceland's mouth before Norway could do so.

"Shush. Language."

Iceland rolled his eyes, swatting Denmark's hand away. The meeting kept going but the atmosphere was oddly tense. There wasn't a single new disruption. Norway wondered if there was something he had missed. He tried to ask Denmark but his friend of always refused to look in his direction.

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He felt relieved when the meeting ended, but it was short-lived. The other nations squirmed awkwardly when he looked at them and they kept their distance. Only Finland seemed unbothered; Norway could always count on Finland.

"I don't get it, did I do something?"

Finland looked at Norway for a second before he burst out laughing.

"Yeah, you did," he replied, wiping away an amused tear. "Remember the turkey?"

"Yes?"

Norway couldn't see where he was going with that. Surely, they had seen odder things before?

"How do I put it? Well, most people think that it's… weird to do that."

"But I wasn't threatening them," Norway defended. "I was threatening Turkey."

Finland started laughing again and he fell off of his chair, holding his stomach as he panted, gasping for air. Norway decided to give him some place. He felt a little guilty, maybe he had gone a little too far. Norway decided that he should at least apologize to Iceland.

This time, he found his brother easily, but to his greatest annoyance, Turkey was with him, an arm wrapped around Iceland's shoulder. Iceland would never let Norway do that. He stomped in their direction and Turkey flinched, quickly letting go of Iceland. Norway jumped on the opportunity and copied Turkey's position of a second ealier. He heard a few of the teens around snicker and Iceland's face went bright red.

"What are you talking about?" Norway asked, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"You," Iceland replied, crossing his arms and looking blankly at Norway. "We were wondering what was up with you."

Turkey choked back a laugh.

"That might be a little too straight-forward," Hong Kong helpfully offered.

"But I want a straight-forward answer," Iceland replied simply.

"Fair," Noway said. "I just wanted to eat some turkey."

"Oooh, I've heard that before," Turkey frowned. "That's the I'm-mad-at-the-puffin voice."

"It's not," Iceland and Norway said simultaneously, which made Norway feel a little happier.

Nevertheless, he huffed.

"I have no reason at all to want him to die slowly and painfully," he affirmed.

"Noregur!" Iceland exclaimed, sounding offended.

"What?"

"I'm not dumb, you know? Just tell me what's up."

"Ask your dad," Norway replied, arms crossed and nose proudly up.

Iceland hid his face in his hands, groaning.

"You've got to be kidding me. Is that really what it's about? Just how childish can you get?"

"Oh, so he gets the family treatment but I don't?" Norway insisted. "Very fair of you, Is."

"Why don't you just let it go?"

"Why don't you just call me big brother?"

"Because nobody does that. It's stupid."

"He's not wrong," Hong Kong supplied once again.

"Liechtenstein does it," Norway reminded them.

"But she's weird," Iceland retorted.

"Wow, thanks," Liechtenstein said, looking up from her conversation with Belarus.

"Okay, fine, I get it. Can't you find something else, then?" Norway insisted. "I don't know, "bro" sounds cool and modern, doesn't it?"

Iceland let out a strangled noise and covered his mouth with his hand. He was staring at the floor and his shoulders started to shake. He made another strangled noise and Norway suddenly understood that he was trying to not laugh. Norway immediately felt warmer. He hadn't managed to make Iceland laugh in a long time.

Iceland managed to calm down, but when he looked at Norway, there were still bubbles of laughter in his eyes.

"You really need to stop obsessing over that. It's not because I'm not constantly calling you my brother that I don't think you are."

"Wait, hold on. Did you just say that we were brothers?"

Iceland rolled his eyes.

"I don't know, have I?"

Norway nearly squealed and he hugged Iceland. While Iceland couldn't see him, he stuck his tongue out at Turkey. Still, Iceland pushed him away quickly, scarlet.

"Okay, that's enough," Iceland said. "You better not be still mad at him."

"Nah, he can't beat the bond of blood brothers. I still should go finish that turkey, though. Wanna come?"

Norway immensely enjoyed watching Turkey shiver as he dragged his little brother away.