Author's Note: Hey! So inspiration struck awhile back while I was utterly sick with the "OHMYGOSHICELAND" sickness. I don't understand how people couldn't drool over Ice. He's so awesome. Anyways...Hope you enjoy ^_^ (P.s...I love Sweden and his awkward little thoughts...I should add more of him...)

Iceland stared at his ceiling, petting Mr. Puffin subconsciously as he thought. It had been very quiet around the house that he shared with the other Nordic's ever since he was awoken to his puffin screaming for food about an hour ago. And now that Ice thought about it...He hadn't even SEEN any of the others since last night... Sitting up quickly Iceland swept the room. It didn't seem to have any camera's or boobietraps...

"..."

Knowing that impending doom was most likely ahead for the small male, he stood, grabbed Mr. Puffin and slowly, ever so slowly, opened his door to the dead silent hallway. Better get it over with sooner than later...

"Hey what are ya doin' tough guy?"

"Be quiet..." Popping his head out to peer both ways, he saw nothing out of the ordinary, and Iceland made his way into the kitchen at the end of the hall.

"...D-denmark...? Norway? Sweden?" This made the small silver haired man worried. None of the others were in the kitchen which was usually being raided at all hours of the day by at least one of the countries.

"This..isn't good..."

"What do ya' mean? None of those wimps are 'round to bug ya', ain't that a good thing?"

"..." Crossing the kitchen he padded softly into the silent living room, his heart starting to beat at a slightly faster pace.

"This is bad...very...very..bad..." Mr. Puffin grunted in response as he was shifted in Ice's arms and the small male felt a subconscious shiver wind up his back as the hairs stood up on his neck. He was being watched. Slowly tilting his head the the open doorway leading to the dining room he found nothing staring back, calming him only slightly. Turning around swiftly he faced the vacant kitchen.

"Finland?" Nope. No one there either...Frowning, the Icelandic male turned back to continue down the other half of the house. Scanning the kitchen as he made his way through, Ice sighed.

"Hey tough guy."

"Yes?"

"I want some more fish. Git me some and there'll be no problems yeah?"

"...later..once I find where everyone is.." Growling softly the puffin turned his sight to the fridge to find Denmark was standing where Ice won't be able to see, crammed between the fridge and the counter.

"T-Tough guy..."

"I told you...later..."

"No..it's uh not that.." Denmark was starting to creep up behind his owner as they made their way into the hallway, completely silent. Ruffling his feathers Mr. Puffin made a warning grumble arise from his throat for Iceland, who then in turn, paused.

"FINE! We can get you some tuna! Happy now?" Turning around Iceland visibly jumped and yelped. A certain Dane was a mere foot away from him, staring at him quietly.

"WHAT THE HELL? DENMARK!"

"Hey'a Icey."

"...!" This. Was NOT good. Quickly turning back around to run, Iceland found Norway blocking his other way of escape.

"Little brother." Mr. Puffin quickly made his way out of Iceland's grip and flew out of the hallway to leave the small male alone with the other's.

"GOOD LUCK TOUGH GUY!" Iceland felt the sense of doom pound down on him and let out a huff.

"What the HELL are you doing? Following me around...to just surround me in the hallway..." This is when the Dane and Norwegian exchanged a smirk and a grin.

"Little brother. We have a little challenge for you..." This was the nice way of saying 'You're going to do something embarrassing and possibly comprising for our pure entertainment.'

"No. Whatever's it is, I'm sure as hell not doing it."

"Yes you are Icey!" Denmark grabbed him from behind and began to carry the small man down the hallway to his room, Iceland struggling uselessly in his strong grip. No, no, no, no, no, NO. Norway opened the door for the smirking Dane as Iceland mewled softly, the situation going from bad to worse, as he saw what was going to happen. Laying out on Denmark's bed was a pair of short shorts covered in puffins on a pink background and a rather girly, frilly, and lacey tank. Iceland stared in disbelief at the other two men as he was tossed onto the bed, his back slamming against the soft blankets.

"Now Icey! We can do this the hard or the easy way! Your choice!" It was silent for a moment as the smallest man took in the shadowed faces of the two men above him before he decided. He had to, but damn...steeling his resolve, Iceland put on his best pouty face, his cheeks turning red from imagining how idiotic he probably looked.

"Onii-chan..." Norway visibly flinched as though being hit by the words. Big brother...

"NO NORWAY. DON'T FALL FOR THE TRICK! HE'S JUST ACTING THAT WAY TO GET OUT OF THIS!" Denmark quickly covered Ice's mouth who began clawing at his hand, making small frantic muffled sounds.

"Little brother..."

"No! Norway! Remember nothing bad's going to happen to him! You know the plan! It'll be fine!" Norway's blank stare went to Iceland who stopped clawing at the hand holding his mouth and was now laying there slightly, awaiting the verdict. The answer was simply a small grunt as Norway picked at the tank top laying next to the small male.

"...You're procrastinating little brother." Denmark's worry faded into a huge grin as he released the grip on his mouth and began pulling off Ice's dark red coat much to the other's fear.

"N-No! Denmark stop it! Onii-chan! M-make him stop!" Norway turned away from the pitiful sounds of his little brother, and Iceland felt his fear grow as Denmark pulled off his coat and the bow.

"STOP IT!" The Dane's smirk only grew as he flung the jacket to the side along with the bow, and then the shirt...Denmark then inspected Ice, his small somewhat feminine body below him, wriggling as he attempted to stop the other, and the taller male only grinned, he loved the blush on the silver haired man's cheeks.

"If you stop struggling this would be easier for both of us~ Now calm down~"

"You sound like such a PERVERT Denmark! Just s-STOP!" Denmark pressed his hand down on the smaller man's bare chest in an attempt to keep him from escaping while he grabbed the tank top and looked over at Norway, who currently must've thought the carpet was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Hey Nor, I need some help over here, can you get his pants off?" Norway glanced up and nodded slowly much to Iceland's dismay as his brother crouched down and began untying his white boots.

"Why do I have to be the one to do this? Couldn't you make Finland do this or somethings?" Both Dane and Norwegian men paused, and exchanged a glance before continuing to undress Ice.

"Finland said no."

"And so did Sweden when it came to what we have in mind..he NEVER would've let Finni do this~!" Denmark at this point had finally gotten the white tank top completely on the silver haired man and was now just holding him down as Norway took off one boot at a time.

"And what EXACTLY do you have in mind?" Iceland got no answer from either males except for a smug grin from Denmark as Norway tossed his boots to the side.

"Okay~! Ready Icey? I hope you don't have embarrassing boxers!" Denmark laughed insanely as he pulled on the first button of Ice's pants.

"Please...STOP! D-den-DENMARK! BIG BROTHER!" Norway silenced him by covering the small man's mouth with both hands as the sickening sound of the zipper. A silence filled the room for a moment as Denmark ripped off his pants and threw them to the side.

"...Mmmpppphh!"

"HEY LOOK'AT THIS NORWAY! HAHAHA! SMILEY FACES!" Iceland felt his face heat up at the laughter and wished it would all just end. Norway glanced back at the boxers then back at Iceland with his blank face, his eyes sparkling with laughter.

"MMPH! MM!" The Dane wiped a tear away from his eye and grabbed the short shorts, still chuckling softly to himself about the small man. Iceland just finally closed his eyes as his torturers finished preparing him, pulling up the short shorts, and putting his boots back on. It was silent for a moment as the two inspected their work, and nodded in agreement.

"Okays..I'm in the shorts and the tank top...can I go back to my room now..? Please?"

"NOPE~!" Iceland blinked his eyes open and sat up, clenching his fists into the bedding gently.

"What do you mean 'nope'?" In response, Denmark picked him up bridal style and energetically trotted out of his room, down the hall and into the kitchen where the other two residents of the house were seated.

"Hey guys~! WE DID IT!" The icelandic male wriggled in the others tight clutch, unable to get away from this horrible nightmare as his cheeks heated up even more. It was already embarrassing enough to have to wear this in front of Norway and Denmark, but now Sweden and Finland...

"Please...Just let me go Denmark..." Iceland grumbled and Denmark smirked, setting the other down so Fin and Sweden could fully inspect their hard work. Pulling away and attempting to make a dash for it, Iceland bumped into Norway, who quickly grabbed his wrist.

"No, no little brother...We aren't done with you quite yet..."
Norway then covered his mouth once again so all attempts of arguing were silenced.

"Sooooo what do you guys thinkkkkk~?" Denmark's smirk only grew.

"You look great Iceland!" Finland gave him a cute little smile and it grew silent for a moment until the Finish man gave Sweden a small poke.

"Hm?" Sweden glanced up from the shorts* and blinked as if slightly dazed before realizing he had to put his two cents in as well.

"Oh...y'h...hem..y'u l-look n'ce.."

"Mmnh!"

"GREAT! SINCE WE'RE ALL IN AGREEMENT, WHAT DO YOU SAY WE TAKE A LITTLE TRIP TO THE MALL EH ICEY?"

"..."
Oh hell no.

"HMMMMMMMMMPHHHH! Nn!"

"Okay, glad to know you agree~!" Denmark gave a slight nod to the other nordic's before once again picking up the small, flustered and quite angry male. The Norwegian's hand slipped away from Ice's mouth as Denmark ran to his van and dumped the other in. Norway then soon followed, sitting on top of Ice so he couldn't get out of the van while the Dane coaxed his van to life and pulled out of the garage.

"I HATE YOU BOTH SO MUCH!"

"Relax Icey.." The messy minivan was then silent as Denmark drove the three to the closest mall, Iceland's butterflies getting worse the closer they got, and his pulse picked up. He was about to be forced into a somewhat crowded mall. Wearing ladies clothing.

Damn it.

Author's Note: This. If I get reviews I will continue..cause I'll feel stupid if I continue this and no one is following or reviewing or anything...Thanks for reading the first (and hopefully NOT last) chapter!
*Sweden's thoughts: "...N'ed t' get Finland s'me of th'se sh'rts..."