Snippet #1883730

Iceland's smile stayed plastered to his face as he spoke to them. "Well, Russia, I was thinking the classroom first and then dorms." He looked to Canada, and he brightened when he saw the nation smiling. Because of others ignoring him, he seemed to rarely grin or look happy.

His blushing faded to a simple coral pink on his pale features, and he did one of those "close-eyed smiles". "Canada, you should grin like that more often, and Russia, I don't understand why some other countries seem afraid of you." Iceland spun around to face them, and looked carefully at Russia. Sure, he was intimidating, with his tall frame, but he actually appeared kind of like a teddy bear, to Iceland, at least.

Iceland put his hands on his hips and leaned forward to take in both of their appearance. "Another thing I don't understand is why others mistake you for America. I mean, if you look closely, your faces and body structure is quite different. You're more..well, petite, and you have different hairstyles. Kind of like France, despite the ahoge."

"Russia again. Yeah. I don't understand why others are afraid of you. Sure, you're tall. But in my perspective you just kind of seem like..a bear. Fluffy yet intimidating. Oh wait. That came out more odd than I expected," he said, his voice awkward.

After a brief silence from Iceland, he spun around again and continued walking. "Ah, I am sorry. I'm wasting time with my babbling." Why do I always open up around them? Then, I end saying awkward stuff. I'm too passionate inside, he thought, but he couldn't help but shift his gaze for a moment to look back at the two of them.