Hetalia One Shots

Lesson Learned

[Trigger warning]

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU! YOU STUPID FREAKING DANE!" Iceland shouted, not bothering to keep his voice down. "I COULD DEAL WITH YOU BEFORE BUT THIS-" he gestured to Mr. Puffin, who was laying on Iceland's bed. "THIS CROSSED THE LINE!"

He rushed over and gently picked up the bird, who squawked loudly in pain.

"ICE! ICE IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I'M SORRY!" Denmark yelled over the puffin's noise, attempting to apologize. He had been messing around with Mr. Puffin when the bird starting flying around his face. Instinct kicked in at the sudden movement and Denmark had swatted at the bird, knocking Mr. Puffin out of the air.

The small puffin had spun through the air, squawking loudly in pain, before falling onto Iceland's bed, just as the other nation came in. He had been worried when he heard his beloved pet making so much noise.

Mr. Puffin stopped making noise and Iceland looked down at his bird, who had fallen asleep, or unconscious, or both. The nation began to panic and glared at Denmark.

"LOOK. LOOK WHAT YOU DID! IF HE DIES, I WILL NEVER. EVER. FORGIVE YOU!"

Denmark had had enough of Iceland blaming him for this. "WELL YOU KNOW IF HE HADN'T BEEN FLAPPING HIS ASS AROUND MY HEAD THEN MAYBE THIS WOULDN'T HAVE HAPPENED!!" he shouted at the younger nation.

Iceland looked taken aback. Then his face flushed a furious red. "ME? THIS IS MY FAULT? HOW STUPID ARE YOU?"

Just then Norway raced into the room. "What's wrong? What happened?" he frantically said.

"YOUR STUPID LITTLE BROTHER IS BLAMING ME FOR HIS STUPID PUFFIN GETTING HURT!"

"IT IS YOUR FAULT YOU HIT HIM OUT OF THE AIR!"

Norway attempted to calm his brother down. "Ice...I'm sure it was an accident-"

"NO! Even if it was, he still hurt Mr. Puffin. And I will never forgive him!"

Norway gaped. "Ice you know that isn't true!" He began pulling the screaming nation out of the room.

"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO MUCH!" Iceland yelled, before Norway slapped him and literally dragged him out of the room.

Denmark stood in shock. Did Iceland really hate him?

No. He knew Iceland didn't really mean it. Iceland and Denmark were extremely close; sometimes he and Ice were closer than Iceland and Norway were.

But how could he prove that to the younger nation?

What would cause Iceland to realize how much he needed Denmark, and that he didn't really hate the older nation?

He was unsure how to go about it. His brain was in a muddled cloud-the only clear thing were Iceland's last words before Norge had dragged him away.

"I hate you! I hate you so much!"

Over and over and over they ran through his mind. The sharpness of it, the way he had yelled those eight words with such ferocity, the emotion.

Denmark changed his mind. There was truth in Iceland's tone when he had shouted that. Denmark now, after thinking about it, believed that Iceland truly hated him. He also truly believed, in his heart, that he deserved it.

He stood there in a stupor, a new thought the single thing in his head.

I deserve it. This is my fault. I deserve it.

He turned around, mindlessly climbing onto his bed. He felt horrible, and worthless. If Iceland hated him, then surely Norway must too. They were brothers after all.