Unexpected visitors ch.1

Unexpected Visitors

Chapter One: Wishes on fallen stars
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It has been a busy week for Iceland; Norway and Denmark got into another tiff, deciding to come to him and bother him a few days with their problems, then Sweden and Finland came to visit, even Turkey came by to kill some time. He also had to deal with Mr. Puffin scaring a woman by talking to her, getting into a fight with Hanatamago, and leaving for a few days just to make him worry. Finally, after this long and painful week, Iceland is getting a break.

Alone with a bag of licorice, Iceland sits down on the couch with his laptop. When he has annoying weeks like this nothing feels nicer to him than going online and talking to his friend; the strange Asian known as Hong Kong. They met not too long ago at Halloween where Hong Kong began to pester him, resulting in the two of them hanging out for the remainder of the night and eventually giving the other their Skype names. It has been a few months short of a year since they met and honestly, Iceland really likes Hong Kong. Hey don't physically meet up very often, maybe once every two months or so, but those are the visits Iceland looks forward to the most even if they are so short.

Most of what they do is simply playing video games and showing each other around their countries, Hong Kong still talks about Iceland's penis museum and Iceland can't forget the beauty of Hong Kong's symphony of lights. Shaking off the pleasant memories he has with Hong Kong, Iceland gets online. Sadly, Hong Kong is not there. It makes sense; while it's midnight where Iceland is, it's eight in the morning in Hong Kong, and that boy has never been one for waking up early.

Sighing to himself, Iceland turns off his laptop and heads to the bathroom to get ready for bed. After showering and brushing his teeth, Iceland gets into his bed, waiting for Mr. Puffin to curl up on his own pillow so he can turn out the light. Lying in the dark, Iceland stares up at the top of his canopy bed that was bought so Mr. Puffin could perch on the top, which he rarely does. He's used to things like that happening though; nothing goes as planned for him.

Whether it's a simple thing like Mr. Puffin's disinterest in the top of his canopy, or something more frustrating like the lack of freedom from Norway he was so sure independence would gain him. For once he just wanted something to go right, anything. Although if he were to be given the luxury of being picky, he would want to see Hong Kong more. With Hong Kong around Norway is around less, Denmark is less annoying, and even Mr. Puffin is fairly behaved.

"I wish there was a way to always have him here…" Iceland mumbles to himself in a barely audible voice, unaware of the falling star going by.

About eight hours before Iceland unknowingly makes that wish on a fallen star, Hong Kong goes through a familiar experience. He has been online all day; not sitting next to it, but keeping it on as he does things to make sure he doesn't miss Iceland. These efforts are useless however, because the boy never gets on. Hong Kong hasn't known him very long, less than a year actually, but he really likes Iceland. In fact, he's been saving some money to get a house up there so he can see him more.

It may seem strange to normal people, buying a house so you can be near a friend, but for a country it's a pretty normal thing; America has a place in England and vice versa, same goes for Spain and Southern Italy, Germany and Northern Italy, even teacher has a place in Russia. Of course those are couples, not simply friends, but they did those when they were simply friends. Not that Hong Kong would object to dating Iceland. In fact, Iceland is the only person he would ever consider worthy of himself.

Iceland is cool and fun, he can even be ridiculously cute sometimes which definitely doesn't hurt. Hong Kong thoroughly enjoys him in every way, a fact that surprises him since he usually finds a glaringly aggravating problem in a person fairly quick. He wants to be around the boy, to talk to him like they always do, so as Iceland does exactly eight hours later, Hong Kong makes a wish to his own fallen star without knowing.

"I wish he could live with me…"

Both fell asleep soon after, usual dreams of nothing in particular, neither aware of what was about to happen.

The first to receive the surprise is Iceland. Around seven in the morning Iceland rolls over in bed towards Mr. Puffin's side and reaches his arm out at a strangely warm object beside him. Figuring it was the moody bird, Iceland tiredly hugs onto it and pulls it closer. Only when it's directly up against him does Iceland realize a few things; it's longer than Mr. Puffin, it has hair, and the most confusing fact-it has shoulders.

Wide lavender eyes shoot open to stare in shock at the body in his arms. It's small, but not too small, and the person is familiar in a strange way he can't put his finger on since all he can see is the hair. "…Hello…?" He asks wearily, receiving a slight stir from the kid in his arms.

"Mnn…England…?" A tired voice asks with a thick accent. A familiar accent.

Iceland holds his breath as familiar brown eyes look up at him, heavy with sleep. "Hong…Kong…?"

"Who are you?" The boy asks, staring up at him. "How do you know my name?"

"I'm Iceland and I know the older you."

".So you're from the future?"

"No, I'm from the present."

"No, I'm from the present, this must be later." Hong Kong argues and Iceland sighs.

"If this is 'later' than the time you are from is 'before'." Iceland points out, receiving a smile from the little Hong Kong.

"I like you, you're fun! Are we friends?" The child asks and Iceland nods.

"In the present we are…what are you doing here?"

"I do not know. I assumed you would."

Iceland shakes his head no, sitting up. "You assumed wrong…" He says, getting up and going to the phone.

"What are you doing?" Hong Kong asks curiously, leaning to the side to keep his eyes on Iceland.

"Calling you and seeing if you are home."

"Tell me I said hello."

Iceland smiles a little at him before calling Hong Kong. He receives no answer, much to his surprise and fear. "Shit…he can't be little…" The young country mumbles, looking to the child on his bed. "He just can't…"

As Iceland has a near break down Hong Kong, the older one, is going about his normal business. It's three in the afternoon there, so he is returning home from shopping in town. Going to the kitchen he begins to pile the fridge with food until he hears a small thud and what sounds like a child sniffling. Curious, Hong Kong sets his food to the side and goes down to where the noise is; his bedroom.

Inside his bedroom is nothing that he can see, aside from his blankets falling on the other end. Keeping silent he comes closer, hearing the quiet sniffling of a child. Peeking on the other side of his bed he is met with a small boy in a strange robe that seems strikingly familiar to Iceland's in paintings of his childhood. To make matters worse the child has those same lavender eyes that Hong Kong has become so familiar with. Deciding to take a shot in the dark, Hong Kong speaks up to the still sniffling child.

"Hit your head, Iceland?" He asks and the little boy nods, rubbing his eyes as he backs away from Hong Kong.

"I-I was in bed and when I moved I went boom on the floor and it really hurt." The child explains, pouting at Hong Kong. "Who are you and how do you know Iceland's name?"

Hong Kong stares at the kid for a moment, wondering if it's all a joke, but quickly deciding it isn't because if South Korea would go this far to pull one over on him there would be very dire consequences. "I'm Hong Kong and I know an older you from the future, which you are in."

The small Iceland stares at him. "Are we enemies?"

"Friends. Close friends." Hong Kong explains, slowly moving closer to the kid.

"Like Norway and Denmark?" Iceland asks curiously and Hong Kong looks down at him amused.

"Not exactly like them, but close enough." He answers, picking up the boy.

"Ah! No, put me down!" Iceland whines, struggling in his arms. "I don't need to be carried, I'm a big boy!" The child huffs, making Hong Kong smirk.

"Of course you are, but we have a ride to take." Hong Kong explains, feeling Iceland calm in his arms.

"…A trip…?"

"Yes, to the grown up you. He would know how to take care of you…" Hong Kong says, eying the child. "Unless you are him…"

"I am me, not him!" Iceland huffs.

"I see, that's too bad, because he is pretty cool." Hong Kong says, making Iceland look up curiously.

"He is cold? Is that a play on our name?" Iceland asks innocently and Hong Kong laughs a little.

"Yes, we will go with that. But what I meant to say was…it's a shame because the you I know is pretty amazing." Hong Kong explains, amused at the child's now reddened cheeks.

"W-well…I was amazing first." He mumbles, looking at the ground.

"You were amazing before it was cool." Hong Kong teases, the joke going over the child's head.

"I believe you are misusing the word 'cool'."
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A/N: Chibi!Hong Kong and Chibi!Iceland will be differentiated from their adult counterparts in future chapters, I promise. I haven't written a HongIce fanfic in forever, and wanted to do a fluffy one...so I got this, which I based off a drawing of mine. XD Which is not a lazy way at all.