APH Fire and Ice 5

                "NEXT STOP NOVA SCOTIA CANADA! I REPEAT NEXT STOP NOVA SCOTIA CANADA!" A sailor on broad the travel ship yelled to everyone aboard the ship.
            Iceland prepared to get off the boat, he had already called Canada and warned him that he was coming, and that he needed his help. The Canadian agreed but warned him that his uncle was over, but, who was his uncle? Iceland didn't remember France having any brothers, but did England? He couldn't remember.
                   "NOVA SCOTIA CANADA, NOW DOCKING AT NOVA SCOTIA CANADA."
          Iceland hurried to get off, Canada had told him the address he was staying at in this province. He made sure to follow the directions carefully and found himself at a huge home with a note on the door saying "we're in the back". ~strange,~ Iceland thought thinking it was stupid to put a sign up like that pretty much saying, break in. Then again, Canada was a peace loving country after all.
             He made his way towards the backyard, as he reached the gate he opened it, looking at the ground as he walked through.
                  "Hello thar laddy! What brings ya to me nephew's house?" a loud and thick accented voice said.
         Iceland looked up to see a man who was attractive, very attractive, fiery red hair that looked like it could torch his icy white, he had stubble kind of like France's but red, you couldn't really see the relation to England, his eyebrows were like Canada's nice and neat, the man was tall, and wore a tee-shirt, snickers, knee socks, and a traditional kilt. Iceland realized he was in the presence of Scotland.
              "Well? What ya doin just standin thar for? Come an take a seat!" the man said gesturing to an empty chair next to him.
         "Uncle you're scaring him, can you please keep your voice down just a little?" Canada said coming out of the home with lemonade.
                "Aaaah! Anything for my favorite nephew!"
          Iceland just stood in his spot looking at the fiery red haired man. What was this? He felt something that he couldn't identify…. What was it? He ignored the confusion and sat next to Scotland.
                   "Aaaaah, that's a good boy! So lad? What's your name?"
            "My name's Iceland, you must be Scotland."
                        "Your name surely matches your features lad, and yes Scotland I am." Scotland said giving a big smile.
             "How does my name match my looks?" Iceland asked curiously as if he were a small child asking his father random babble.
        "You look as cool as ice, pure facial features, hair and skin like ice and snow, and eye's like my nephew, violet as the Northern Lights." Scotland replied moving his hand along the Scandinavian's chin making him shiver a bit.
              "Stop that Scotland, you're going to give him a wrong idea about both of our homes." Canada said sitting next to Scotland, "So Iceland, you said you wanted to talk to me?"
                     "Would we be able to talk inside, in private…..uh…uh.. n-no offence Mr. Scotland."
          "None taken, go talk."
                   "Can I trust you to not get drunk while we're gone?" Canada asked already knowing the answer.
               "No Promises! Scotsmen never make those promises!"
          Canada rolled his eyes, "Typical."