[justify]
It was a pretty relaxed day at the Nordic house, or it seemed to be anyways. Iceland was sitting on the floor in the corner of the living room, reading a book. Since it was written in Icelandic, the others didn't know what it actually was, or cared really. His pet puffin was perched on his shoulder, and he seemed to be reading along with him. Meanwhile, Norway was lying on the couch and taking up all of the space on it, with his face planted in a pillow and his eyes glued on the television screen blankly. And Sweden was in the kitchen making two tuna sandwiches. One for himself, one for Finland. He didn't even know if Finland was hungry at all, but either way he was going to eat his sandwich.[/justify]