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feel like Norway is gonna kill Denmark when he doesn't die from this stunt

anyw i did day 6 on a whim :)

anyw that's Lithuania being the news reporter

btw this is my favourite part for literally no reason :)

Iceland week's first day !! i did the line art then procrastinated for about a millenia until i inevitably finished it when my brain decided to be motivated at 3am :')

tis my baby's borth

wish him a happy birth

HAHA SIKE, IM DOING DAY 5 OUT OF SHEER BOREDOM

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an average picnic/mackerel battle

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amidst all the volcanoes and glaciers in iceland, resides a park, filled with soft luscious green grass with some wild flowers sprinkled here and there. a park bench and some trees making appearances. and in said park, are where the nordic countries are having a picnic.

finland scopes out a good place to set down the picnic blanket norway's been clutching onto. he finds a good spot with just right of a shade to sunlight ratio and asks of the stoic man to set the blanket down. after doing so, sweden sets down some cushions for comfort while norway sets down the basket filled with mouth watering finger foods alongside a jar filled with candy and some akvavit set aside for the resident squishy man. denmark had been talking to iceland, practically to himself with how little words the younger was saying, up until be decided to unpack the picnic basket and hand out some things to the other nordic states; sweets and a whole bottle of booze for fin, some packed meatballs for sweden, some licorice for himself, and some mackerel for..

oh.

everyone seems to be thinking the same thing. "there's only one box of mackerel? how odd. nor, didn't i tell you to pack at least three boxes?" finland speaks everyone's mind. "i did. but, i think i had.. eaten.. two boxes before coming here," he says, already eyeing the box in the obnoxious man's hands. norway continues, "i didn't have enough time to make more." subconsciously, he reached his hand out to grab the box.

iceland, however, took this as an attack. he swatted the older's hand away and grabbed the box. "c'mon, nor. be nice to your younger brother, won't you?" he smiles, oh if a look could kill. not wanting to join the squabble happening, finland and sweden dig into their assigned munchies. while the brothers were fighting, denmark was simply observing, subconsciously munching on his licorice.

norway, however, decides not to be the doting, older brother he usually is and grips the box with vigor. "and who do you think prepared this. hm? my dearest younger brother." chaos ensues. iceland promptly gets up makes a mad dash to the nearest restroom so he could lock the door and eat it in there. norway follows suit, chasing after iceland. "oh so now you wanna be greedy!? screw off punk!" he says right before tripping and getting the box snatched off the ground and beelining right to the door of the rest room. iceland gets up and tackles his older brother and begins to roll around in the grass whilst each try to grab the simple box of prepared fish they have been fighting over for ten minutes.

meanwhile, back at the calm that was the picnic blanket, "should i go split them up?" denmark asks, still munching away on licorice while reaching for another small jar in the basket. "no, let them be. they're just being brothers! it's nice to see them get along. right sweden?" finland says, sighing after taking a swig of alcohol and popping a piece of candy into his mouth. sweden just responds with "mn." and keeps the container that held his meatballs into the basket and lays his head down on one of the cushions he brought over.

the pair return from the little escapade, panting, with mr puffin roosting on iceland's head, holding onto the box with his wings and beak for support. norway's hair looked like he just rolled out of bed with his iconic hairpin and troll cellphone sliding off his unclipped bangs. iceland's earmuffs being pushed up and off his head with one ear being uncovered. "and it doesn't seem like you need to, the puffin did it for you." finland states, scrunching up his candy wrappers and putting them into a plastic bag they brought.

denmark tries to feed mr puffin a stem of licorice before getting sqwaked at. luckily finland catches the box just in time and prevented any spillage from happening on the perfectly soft blanket. "here you go ice!" the mom of the group hands the white haired boy the box and tells him to eat it, smiling and staring daggers at norway. iceland stares at finland in admire and respect before opening the box and finding out that there was no cutlery. ah. an oversight. denmark points out in the middle of everyone's silence that there were toothpicks that sweden used for his meatballs in the basket. iceland almost praises and thanks him vigorously before realizing that all of the ten toothpicks were used by sweden; one for the meatballs, one he dropped into the dirt, and rest he somehow constructed into a horse out of sheer boredom.