The next day when Norway woke up Iceland was already awake and was looking out the window.

“Good morning Norway.” He said shortly without looking at him. For some reason Norway felt a pang of guilt come over him.
Iceland would be leaving this place soon, one way or another. But Norway wasn't going to come with him. No matter how much he wanted to look after his younger brother their paths would go different ways through this war.

“Good morning Iceland.” He got up from bed and walked over to his brother. “This angle of London isn't pretty at all.” Norway stated and to his surprise he heard a laugh slip out between Icelands lips.

“Let's go down and have breakfast Norway.” Iceland took his hand and started leading him out of their room and downstairs to what looked like a fancy dining hall. Lot's of food had been placed out on the table and both of the nations saw Poland sitting at one of the chairs by the long table and poking with his fork at the food.
Norway could see that he had a rather disgusted face expression and seemed to examine the food as if it was some sort of foreign animal.

“Good morning Poland.” Norway said in his usual monotone tone which caused Poland to jump and then turned around with a sheepish grin on his face.

“Norway? Oh and this would be like Iceland? He's totally cute!?” Poland reached out his hand but Iceland looked at him suspiciously.

“Yes...” Iceland responded and looked a bit upsets. Norway guessed Iceland didn't want to be called cute, regardless how correct he considered Polands opinion on this matter was.
Poland himself grabbed Icelands hand and shook it happily.

“I'm Poland.”

“So I've guessed.....” Iceland said sounding very uncertain how to react to the situation.

“Hey why don't you sit down and....” Poland looked down at his plate of food that he had been poking around at “Just sit down and just have some tea, the tea is totally awesome.”
Norway sat down beside Poland and eyed the food on the table.
At first sight it looked fancy but on a closer inspection Norway realized that it was the silverware rather then the food. Actually it reminded him of those times Denmark had cooked when they were young and he'd failed at it.
He felt a lump in his throat and saw in the corner of his eye that Iceland looked far more upset on the surface than he did, but he seated himself and picked up his fork. Norway considered for a moment but decided to spare Iceland the pain and trust Polands advise.

“Iceland I don't feel like breakfast this morning, we'll eat later instead.” Then he turned to Poland. “When will England be back?”
Poland leaned back in his chair, it seemed he to had given up on eating this morning.

“He like went to make a phone call half an hour ago. He should be back soon.”
Poland investigated the breakfast table and reached out for a slice of grapefruit.

“This looks exotic. It can't be to bad.” He bit into the grapefruit like one would feast on a piece of orange but immediately spit it out on his plate. “This is like totally bitter, even his exotic fruits are horrible!”
Then all three of them noticed that England must have returned from making the phone call since he was standing by the door looking very disappointed at himself.

“You.....say so Poland...”