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Norway- Big Brother (Request)

Request from TeamFreeWillDestiel! Less insanity. But still mentally scarring.

"Call me Big Brother," he commanded.

"Not this again."

"Say it."

"No."

"Big brother. Say it with me. Big..."

"Shut up."

"Brother."

"No way, Norway."

"Why?"

"I'm not a child anymore."

"So?"

"So I'm not saying it."

"You are."

"I'm really not."

"Even if I say please?"

"Even if you say please."

Come on, Ice, he pleaded in his head, say it.

He had to say it. If he didn't, the consequences would be insanely harsh. He'd made a bet with one of his troll friends, and a high-stakes one at that. If he couldn't get Iceland to call him Big Brother in five minutes without mentioning the bet, he'd give Norway the infamous Insanity Curse. He'd never seen the effects of it, but he knew they took an hour to wear off. That was long enough for him to do all manner of things he'd later regret. He'd heard some stories. None of them sounded all too fun.

On the other hand, if he did get him to say it, he promised to teach him some powerful new spells, and Norway was always happy to learn new spells. Especially powerful ones.

And so, here he was, in the same situation he found himself in almost daily.

"Please?"

"You actually said please? I'm baffled, but I'm still not saying it."

One more minute.

"Iceland, just say it."

"No!"

"Come on. Say it."

"Shut up!"

"Big Brother, Big Brother, Big Brother, Big Brother, Big Brother."

"No."

"Come on, Ice. Don't be so childish."

"I'm being childish?"

"You're being childish. Say it."

"No."

Ten seconds.

"Big brother. Say it, Ice."

"Big... bother."

"Very funny. Say it."

"No."

"Please? Say it?"

"No"

"Iceland, pl-"

He realised his time was up when suddenly, he couldn't talk. Couldn't move. His body was doing it all for him. The curse had paralysed him. He couldn't control himself.

The curse moved his body while he sat and looked on, helpless to do anything.
He felt his hand warm up.

No...

He saw the terrified look on his brother's face, illuminated by his glowing left hand.

He saw an energy beam leave his hand and burn off half of Iceland's pale face.
He saw another one burn a hole in his chest, destroying his heart.

Dead.

He felt his feet move, then. He felt the carpet under his feet, felt himself running towards-

Shit.

Towards Denmark's room.

He wanted to stop this. But the curse was too powerful. He didn't have a chance. He found himself walking up to him.

"Hey, Norge, knock, why don't y-"

He stopped dead when he saw Norway's palm against his forehead.
Stopped completely dead.

Norway had only seen that spell done by some of the greatest sorcerers and he'd always thought it was amazing. Now he was doing it with his own hands and it was hell.

Norway fought for control over his body but he couldn't. He just charged straight into Sweden's room like a bull.
He waved his hand.

He spontaneously combusted.

Norway watched in horror as he left the room to let him slowly burn.

Only him and Finland left in the house now.

Fight back, Norway. It's nearly wearing off, I can feel it. Don't kill him.

Finland was reading a book in the living room.

Fight back...

He didn't even see Norway sneak up behind him.

Nearly wearing off...

He did feel, however, for half a second, his cool hand on the small of his back.

Don't kill him.

Then he turned to stone.

No...

He could feel it wearing off now. He could move his fingers. He could move his hands. He could move his wrists, his arms, his shoulders, his whole body.

He just lay down right there on the floor and cried till his tears tasted of blood.

I'm sorry, my dear friends. All this for a few spells?