Okay, so, jubileebird and I are doing a collaboration, using a list of prompts to make a bunch of HKxIceland drabbles. So, yes, I'll be starting with this one. Pleasegivemereviews. ;w;

Two in the morning was never a good time to be awake, but sometimes, there was nothing Ice could do about it, but stare up at his ceiling, allowing his mind to wander. There were certain things that were swarming around in his head- he was hungry, it was cold, Mr. Puffin was asleep beside him, the curve of his beak resting on his leg- but yet, why were such unimportant things keeping him awake? He dealt with these things on a nightly basis, and they usually didn't bother him, seeing as how he usually slept like a rock.

Trying not to disturb Puffin, the Icelander sat up and faced his window, pushing it closed, deciding that it was too cold to be left open. Still, he wasn't at ease, so he just sat there, unsure of what to do. With a small sigh, he kicked his blanket down, being careful to avoid the bird, and got to his feet, aimlessly wandering down the hall, and into the kitchen.

The first thing he really caught sight of was his cellphone, laying on the counter, forgotten. Upon retrieving it, he glanced at the screen. One new message. Assuming it was from his brother, Ice opened it, staring at the message, unsure what to think. All it said was 'Goodnight,' sent by none other than Hong Kong.

"... Idiot," he scoffed, not even noticing the smile on his face, as he made his way back to bed. His mood lifted, he easily passed out, almost immediately after his head hit the pillow, dreaming dreams of irrelevant things.

The next morning, he awoke to the ringing of a phone, and Ísland groaned, rolling over towards his nightstand. There was his phone, lighting up and making annoying noises, and it was apparent that said noises wouldn't stop, until he picked it up. So that was what he did, holding the device up to his ear and grunting out a greeting.

"Good morning, sunshine."

The familiar voice caused him to twitch, and he groaned in frustration, quickly disconnecting the conversation. He barely had time to exhale, before the phone started ringing, and he groaned again, answering.

"Don't you ever give up?"

"Why, do you really want me to?"

There was silence, and then Ice smiled, sighed, calling the Asian an idiot under his breath. If this was love, then he was fine with that.