Iceland absolutely /hated/ the name that his brother gave him. /Sindri/, meaning /small and trivial/ for the love of Thor. It also meant 'sparkling' as well, but he didn't dare think about /that/ little embarrassing piece of information. Just /really/, he was almost taller than Norway /himself/! He was /not/ by any means small anymore! Wait, he /was/ taller than Norway! By the Gods, he was taller than his bror! Time for a name change… but what would he change it to?

So here he was, sitting at the table, drumming his fingers in deep thought with his brother beside him, reading a book. After a few more minuets of nothing but the sound of steady little 'dudududrup's Norway was about to loose it; he could tell by the way his eyebrow twitched. Yes… any second now…

"Sindri, please stop tapping your fingers on the table, its highly distracting.", the older brother said as he looked over at the Icelander.

Oh Gods, that name again!, he thought, I /really/ need to do something about that name!. After one more round of that insistent tapping, he slammed his palm on the table, making Norway jump.

Iceland stared at Norway. Norway stared at Iceland. Fiery amethyst eyes meeting frozen navy blue ones. Norway opened his mouth, cocking an eyebrow, but Iceland interrupted.

"Stop calling me that goddamned embarrassing name!", he shouted.

Norway was shocked, to say the least. He had jumped back again, slightly taken aback. He opened his mouth again, "Okay, /Iceland/, what do you want to be called instead?", he said slowly.

Now, to countries, human names were as important as cheep souvenirs. It didn't really matter what their human name was; as long as they had a country name, it was okay. Human names were just an extra identification to them. So, when Iceland wracked his brain for a good name and one just popped up, he blurted it out without thinking about it.

"Fannar" he said.

"Fannar…" Norway repeated.

"Yes. I want to be called Fannar.", Iceland said, with slight pride in his voice, crossing his arms over his chest.

Silence. Silence. More silence. Norway spoke up,

"You know what that means, right?"

Iceland uncrossed his arms and leaned forward slightly, eyebrows furrowed. "No, what does it mean?"

Norway brought a hand up to cover his mouth, suppressing one of his famous/infamous 'giggle-snickers'.

"/Snow drift/."

…

Damnit…

/end.