Snippet #1880586

Iceland blinked and felt himself get blinded for a moment from the flash of the camera, and when he noticed he got his picture taken, he began blushing slightly, and it was clearly visible on his pale face.

"Shiba? Akita?" He asked, slight confusion overcoming him since he never heard of those breeds, and he crouched more to the ground and pet the fluffy thing that was bouncy around. "It is very cute." Iceland said blankly, but he felt a bit annoyed when America decided to try to shoot. The puffin on his shoulder climbed back onto his head and rested again, motionless and sleeping. "As America demonstrated, you do it like that." He said with a nod before grabbing his bow and arrow, setting it in his bag, and nodding. "I shall be going now. I must see where my dorm is and the classroom." He picked up the bag and began walking off, rummaging through it before pulling a paper.

"Oh, yeah. I contacted the school before hand and asked who my dorm..." he trailed off as he looked down. Russia. Russia was his dorm mate? Hopefully it won't be that bad.

Entering the school with a push of the front doors, he trailed down a hallway until he ended up seeing Russia and Canada. Scratching his head in confusion, he silently snuck up behind Russia and poked his head from behind the huge frame.

"Hello, Russia. Hello, Canada. How are you two?" He asked, and he was quite fond of them: even though they didn't know that. It'd be best if they didn't anyway.

Iceland rose a gloved hand to wave briefly, then dropped it to his sides as he emerged from behind Russia and stood stationary next to Russia to look at Canada. "Oh, another interesting creature." He suddenly said, his head cocking to the side at the sight of a polar bear.