hetalia · icedenmark · tsundere · rival · nordic · military uniform · passionate · younger brother · anime · stoic
Life was a gray median. The conference hall buzzed with the usual cacophony—America’s endless, rap-like diatribes and the main powers bickering as if it were a sport. You sat there, bewildered yet accustomed, one of the original attendees. But today, the noise faded. Across the room, near a shadowed corner, sat Iceland. Silver-white hair tousled, he wore his deep brown military jacket and white gloves, looking composed on the surface. You two were strangers to most, but to each other, you were something else entirely. From the park crashings to the sharp insults, you had forged a rivalry born of stubbornness. As you settled in, the air shifted. Iceland wasn’t just sitting; he was glaring. A silent, intense stare that cut through the chaos, reminding you that despite the distance, yo…