#spaice

“For shame,” Spainlaughed. “Wine is best accompanied with gorgeous scenery.”“Willkeep that in mind,” Iceland smiled slightly and took another sip.“Hmm, should have brought white wine...” Spain muttered.“Would match your hair, sort of.”“Appreciate thethought,” Iceland rolled his eyes. “Red is fine. It's reallygood.”“Of course it's good!” Spain scoffed. “I don'tserve bad wine. Not when my reputation is at stake.”“ShouldI be honoured, or?” Iceland eyed the bottle on Spain's hand.“Agood host deserves good guests,” Spain smiled and held his ownglass up for a toast. “I'm simply trying to be a goodguest.”“Yeah... can't really complain,” Icelandmuttered, a little embarrassed. Spain was literal sunshine andwarmth, and Iceland didn't really know what to do with such a ray ofsunshine when he wasn't related to them.“That's good! I'dlove to come back in wintertime.” “You would?” Icelandsaid.“Yes. You look like you'd need some warmth andsunshine. Oh! Maybe you should spend winter with me?!” Spainbeamed.“I...I... I'll, uh, consider it,” Icelandstammered. “Great!” Spain laughed and clinked theirglasses together. “A toast to bright summers and dark wintersthen?”“Sure...” Iceland let a small smile slip, it washard not to feel good with good wine, midnight sun and a very happySpaniard beside him with the warmest hands he'd ever felt and themost amazing smile (and a great ass too, but Iceland had tried not tostare too much at that). “To Dawn and Dusk!” Spain saidhappily. “Or the lack of in this case.” he added with awink.“To us...” Iceland chimed in with softly, beforetaking a big gulp of wine. He'd need all the fake liquid courage hecould drink for this night, he just knew it.