walking by, stopping to stare after. Uh-huh.

blinks, pauses, and stares back.

this is funny. Someone his height was walking around. "Hn..."

shorter now, which is sad because he was pretty short in the first place. "Um, hello."

raises an eyebrow. "Uh. Hi?"

raises an eyebrow too. "...Hi," He drawls out. He waves slowly.

blinks. "...Okay, then."

scowls, "You were staring first." He flips his hair and examines this guy's face. He looks vaguely familiar. Hm.

crosses his arms. "And you just flipped your hair."

nods, not understanding the problem. "Yes, I just did."

decides, "...You need a haircut."

furrows his brows and shakes his head, "No, no, I don't." He didn't even ~know this guy!

points at one of his own ears. "Too much hair blocks your thinking."

flips his hair again, "It doesn't. I'm sure of that," He responds, looking at the other's hair. "Who..Are you, anyway?"

finds the hair clipping annoying. He needs to start carrying around a pair of scissors for things like this. "Who are you?"

his hair long, thank you very much. He hesitates, "Switzerland. Who are *you*?"

nearly says 'Greenland,' but that would be too much of a false advertisement. "Hn...Iceland."

nods once. He had heard of this Iceland before, but never met him. He coughs before speaking. "So... Nice to ...Meet you."

guesses that this guy is not the usual state of him, 'cause he is pretty sure they met. "Uh-huh...Dare I ask where you are going?"

it's the year 1515. "To get something to eat is all..." He pauses, "Though now I rather stay inside."

surely confused. "Why...?"

scrunches his nose up, "It's so strange here..." He frowns and runs a hand through his hair, "Everyone is so relaxed."

looks around. "Sure. Global warming, the World Cup, 2012, McDonald's advertising. Everyone is *so* relaxed."

tilts his head, confused. "...World Cup? Is that some kind of fight or something? --And 2012. That's so far from now!" Blink. "Mcdonalds?"

nods. "Yes. The World Cup is this rather big fight. 2012 is coming up in two years. McDonald's tries to sell little toys to children."

narrows his eyes, "What kind of fight exactly? Ah," Never mind the world cup, "2012 is surely not...two years from now."

shrugs, "All sorts. And...yeah...it is. Is your watch broken?"

scratches his cheek in bewilderment, "But it's only 1515...2012 isn't for another... 497 years." He deadpans.

not sure to be amused. "Wake up, sunshine. It's not 1515. Francis I of France has been long dead."

scowls, then blinks, "He has? What a thought." Inwardly he is cheering. "So, it's... 20..10?"

only nods again, tonelessly replying, "Yes. And you're a confederation. Isn't that just exciting?"

pauses, then eventually nods slowly. "...Hn," He answers, a bit taken aback. "You know me, I take it. But I don't know you."

thinking this guy is sort of dim. "You will in four hundred something years.'

isn't stupid, thank you. "Well, I have met you now... Hello, Iceland."

not going to change his mind. "Hello, you."

let him believe what he will. He tilts his head, thinking, "Are you...Some kind of big influence on me or something?" Bluntness.

waves his hand in dismissal. "If I were, your head would be under my foot by now."

's eyes flicker at that before nodding slowly, "And...Tell me, why would that be?" He asks. His stomach grumbles shortly after, making him

flush.

shrugs, "I'm not your keeper." And he is able to hear the grumble. Oh, no, he is not going to start playing babysitter, now.

shrugs, "Why would I need one in the first place?" He purses his lips in thought, "I might as well get food now. Uh. Care to join me...?"

about this. He might as well in chance of Switzerland getting hit by a car and minimizing the competition for the most cleanest nation. No,

we wouldn't want that to happen. "Hn. Alright. What did you have in mind?"

(rather blissfully) unaware of Iceland's thought process. He likes being clean, okay? "I don't know. I was going to ask you."

also likes being clean, but is not the biggest fan of competition. "Hm...let's go hunting."

always up for a competition! Bring it. "Oh..." He hasn't gone hunting in a while (only once, actually,) but... "That sounds good. I guess."

too lazy for anything like competition or hunting right now... "Or I can make you onion soup."

raises an eyebrow. What was the point of suggesting hunting, the, he pondered. "Onion soup... Truthfully I rather something heavier."

[brb! Dinner~<3]

( Okie dokie~. )

grunts. "Okay. So what do you want, *Switzerland*?"

twitches, "Oh, maybe some chicken, *Iceland*." He frowns.

"Have you ever cut off the head of a chicken before, *Switzerland*?"

about it briefly, "No haven't, *ICELAND*."

he does not know what he missing. "Their bodies can actually run wild, *Switzerland*."

in fact, wonders what he's missing. "Oh, really, *Iceland*?" His voice seems to be getting higher.

nods. "Yes. Now shut up and let's go get chicken."

snorts and rolls his eyes. He thought that'd never end. "Alright. --But, where?"

shrugs. "I guess somewhere. C'mon."

nods once and starts walking. Eventually, a silence fills the air, and he doesn't exactly know if it's the good or bad kind.

just drags him to a resturant place to save time. They get sat at a table and everything. Here, have a menu.

takes the menu from him and looks at the food. "Uh, yeah. I'll have chicken." He turns the page, "And maybe some wine too?"

shrugs. He is not old enough to drink in his old country. "Whatever." He may get some ridiculous meal.

physically too young, but hey, he likes wine. "What are you getting?" He asks, looking over the menu.

replies, "A dead cat, probably."

shakes his head, snorting. "Whatever you want."

totally likes eating cat. *Totally.* When the waiter shows up, he cuts to the chase and orders a Coke and some chicken pasta

mess.

orders his after, glancing amusedly at him. "And here I thought you were getting cat." Of course, he isn't serious.

barely spares him a look. "Joke like that and you may be better off dead."

snorts and puts his menu down, smirking amusedly. "Can't take a joke, I see." And yes, he's one to talk.

rests his elbows on the table. "You're close to not being dreadful. You'll forget all of this when you're back to normal."

clicks his tongue and hums, "Normal? It's not like I'm odd or anything." He replies.

not impressed. "You're deaf, aren't you? No, you twat, you're older in the present. This is not part of your memory of when you were younger

, so you are not to remember any of this."

gets it now. "Oh, I understand," He says slowly. "So, I won't remember *anything*?"

nods slowly. "Correct."

gestures with his hand, "I won't remember meeting you, then?"

only nods again, taking interest in his glove. "Right."

nods once, "I see," And he is slightly deflated by that, as Iceland was an interesting person.

pulls off his gloves, sticking them in his jacket pockets, deciding a wardrobe change is in order sometime soon. "You'll get over it." He

violent and Iceland is smart enough not to hang around with that kind of person, even if he knows how to take a shower, properly.

why Iceland just took his gloves off, but pays to attention to the matter. And, he's only violent..when he needs to be. Which is most of the

time. ._.

not going to eat his meal with gloves on. That is just stupid. "I could go looking for you after you turn back to normal." But, that would

be too much work and the present Switzerland is even worse.

try to bump into him, then. But alas, he won't remember a thing after this.

going to shut up, now. They are just two individuals who are hungry, not friends. Yeah, okay, thanks.

try to keep that in mind. He..doesn't need friends, after all.

his own island and capable of world domination. Oh, look, the drinks have shown up~.