Norway's POV
I got a call from Leon. "Hello?"
"Um Nor?"
"Yeah?"
"Your brother is, like, in labor. He told me to call you."
"Okay. Come back when you have the baby because I WANNA SEE IT"
"Okay."
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They arrived soon with Bruno. I held him and cradled him in my arms singing Norwegian lullabies like I did when Ice was a kid.
"Oh and big brother?"
"Oh god what do you want?"
"Leon proposed the night before I had the baby."
"And?"
"I said yes."
"Congratulations."
"So you aren't gonna kill him?"
"No. He's officially gonna be part of this family." He looked surprised when I said that but hugged me tightly. The Bruno started crying so I handed him over to Leon. I sat next to Denmark and rested my head on him. Hong Kong and Iceland went upstairs.
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"Hey Norge?" The Dane said.
"Yeah?"
"Why does your curl float? Has it ever fell?"
"You idiot. You really don't remember?"
"Remember.. What?"
"When you were a viking..." I said trying not to cry at the many memories I got over a long time ago.
"Oh... Yeah... Sorry about that..."
Back then, when he was a drunk, he always would beat me and rape me to the point where my body became completely numb. I stopped caring what happened. Then the svede kicked his ass and saved me and we're all semi-happy. He once pulled my curl off one time. I had learned magic then and made it float. It acts as if its still attached and has the same effect.
I don't like to think of that though. I still don't feel a lot of pain but I feel in certain places. My head is somewhere I still don't feel it. My chest and legs too.
I heard a small sob come from his mouth and I shot up. "Mathias its okay! I'm over it!" I wiped his tears. I kissed him softly. He kissed back after a while. I moved away from his face. He was still crying and held my hands to his waist about to hug him.
But he did something weirder than usual.
He winced and pushed me off. I rebalanced myself. "What.. The?" He looked terrified. "Lift up your shirt." I demanded. He didn't do anything but shake his head. I lifted it up myself. There were burns everywhere.
"Where'd all these burns come from Mathias?" He didn't answer me. "Mathias Køhler answer me!" I demanded.
"Myself." He muttered. "I did that.."
"With what?"
"Lighter."
"Why?"
"They heal faster."
"I meant why did you burn yourself?"
"Reasons..."
"Tell me now!" I yelled then covered my mouth. I forgot that everyone upstairs could hear me. I stormed upstairs and started crying before anyone woke up. I heard a small knock.
"Mama?" I heard the soft voice of a little girl.
"Come in KatrIne." She came in. Her hair was in a ponytail and her bangs were messed up.
"What happened? Papa's crying and you are too."
"Papa did something bad and it made me sad because he promised not to do it anymore."
"What was it?" She had trouble getting herself on the bed. I grabbed her waist and helped her up. She shook her sleeves further down her wrists by habit and hugged me. She pulled away and did it again.
"Hun, do you know what depression is?" She nodded.
"I have it."
"And.." I choked on my words. I looked down. "Do you know what self harm is?"
"Yeah."
"That's what it was."
"Oh..." She looked down. "Why?"
"He wouldn't tell me."
She nodded. After a few minutes of silence she left. Mathias took her place. We sat in a few moments of awkward silence. I looked at him and wondered how long this would last. "I'm sorry" he said. It sounded like he was tired for his speech was slurred.
"Don't be sorry" I grabbed his hand.
