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After the annual world conference ended, Iceland felt weird. He felt a lot of things before, but he never felt anything like this, so the best way to describe it was weird as it wasn’t painful or pleasurable. It didn’t distract him, but it was obviously there. After a week of the feeling nonstop, Iceland decided he was going to tell his brother about it the next day.
“Mr. Puffin, can you remind me tomorrow to tell Norway about the weird feeling?” Iceland asked his talking pet bird. Iceland decided to tell Norway after the Nordic meeting. Mr. Puffin nodded, too tired to say anything. Iceland turned off his phone and went to bed.
The next morning Iceland woke up in a familiar looking place, but one he didn’t go to bed in. He then noticed the weird feeling g was gone, and was thankful for that. He didn’t have to see Norway after all. Iceland looked around for his phone, and couldn’t find it. While looking he saw himself in the mirror and nearly shrieked. It was him from a few hundred years ago.
“Icey! Breakfast is ready!” Iceland heard a younger Denmark shout from down the stairs. Iceland took a deep breath, and tried to remember what he acted like when he was this age. Slowly Iceland started walking down the stairs, clutching his bruised arm, tensing at the sight of Denmark. Iceland suddenly remembered everything Denmark did to him when Norway was gone, and it frightened him.
“Hi.” Iceland quietly said, not wanting to remember this time in his life. Iceland was thankful Denmark didn’t notice Norway was from a different time period. All Iceland hoped for was that Denmark didn’t find out and he finds a way home.
When Iceland woke up he was in a weird place and a weird sound was coming from beside him. He started panicking when nothing around him looked familiar. Scratch that. One thing looked familiar. The bird sleeping on the end of the bed.
“Mr. Puffin!” Iceland sniffled, voice sounding deeper than it should. When the bird didn’t wake up, he looked in the mirror on the opposite wall, and shrieked. In the mirror was someone who wasn’t himself.
“Who’s dying!” The bird shouted as he woke up suddenly. Iceland looked at Mr. Puffin noticing he looked slightly older than he should.
“No one. But that’s not me!” Iceland started crying and pointing at the mirror. Mr. Puffin groaned and went back to his spot on the bed.
“It is you, and turn off the damn alarm!” after a moment Mr. Puffin flew over to Iceland and tried to cuddle with him. Iceland kept crying, so Mr. Puffin quickly went to the weird noisy object and touched it which surprisingly stopped the noise. Iceland calmed down a little, but kept crying because he didn’t know where he was or what anything in the room was.
“I’m calling Norway if you don’t stop crying!” Mr. Puffin shouted causing Iceland to look at the bird teary eyed. Iceland wondered if that meant his older brother was in the house, and if he took him away from Denmark.
“Is big brother here?” Iceland asked, tears slowly stopping. The bird gave the nation a confused look.
“Icey! Are you there! You’re not answering your phone and you didn’t show up for the meeting!” Iceland tensed up at the voice he heard from his open window. It was Denmark, a little deeper than Iceland remembered, but his voice has been changing pitch for years.
“Iceland we know you’re in there! Your window is open!” Iceland heard a familiar voice. It took the nation a few minutes to realize it, but it was his brothers voice. Even if Denmark was drunk he would never hurt Iceland with Norway around.
“Big Brother!”