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It was November in Copenhagen, and Christmas was approaching. The Christmas-themed street stalls were already in the most central and touristy parts of the city, attracting citizens and tourists alike with their smells. Denmark and Iceland had gone out for a stroll together and, while they were at it, to buy presents for the other Nordic countries and their friends, such as the Netherlands and Hong Kong.
Considering the month and the location, cold weather was to be expected, but the temperature suddenly started to drop even further. They might catch a cold, or so Denmark thought — that wasn't cold according to Iceland.
"You're so cool..." said Denmark, scanning up and down his friend's outfit. "You're going to catch a cold."
"Nah, it's not cold for me," replied Iceland.
Denmark stopped walking and Iceland stopped and turned, looking at him in confusion. For a second he thought he had stopped to look at a stall, but he was taking off the scarf he was wearing. Then he walked over to the younger man and put the scarf around his neck.
"What are you doing, you fool?" asked Iceland, blushing.
"So that you don't catch cold," replied Denmark.
"The one who will catch cold is you," said Iceland.
[ . . . ]
"Aaaaaaaaaachoo!"
"I told you," said Iceland, handing him a handkerchief to blow his nose.