"Hey, Norge, where do you think Gilbo'll be?" Denmark asked, his normally jovial tone rather anxious. He and Prussia had been good drinking buddies, good friends, and he hadn't liked having to rehear what had happened to him. Russia's little statement particularly made him uneasy.
"I don't know Dan..." Norway muttered quietly, but made sure his annoyance was obvious.
Norway may be one of the more intelligent ones in the group (the other only being Sweden), and he may have the ability of magic, but that didn't mean he was a miracle worker. He was only a nation after all, and other than immortality, having the ability to harness magic and being resistant to death until his nation fell, he wasn't much different from an average human. The Norwegian glanced at his little brother, who was frowning, looking around with more vigour than the others. His eyes narrowed, knowing instantly something was wrong.
"Iceland, is something the matter?"
Hearing this, Sweden, Finland and Denmark latched their eyes on to the youngest of the five.
"Nothing." Iceland said simply, squirming slightly at all the attention drawn to him.
"You're frowning a lot." Norway pointed out.
"Th-that doesn't mean anything! Why shouldn't I? A fellow nation may be in danger!" Iceland stated.
"'Fellow nation'? Icey, you're a selfish brat who never cared about anyone but himself, and his puffin. Since when did you become so worried about someone else?" Denmark sniggered.
"Yes, Mr. Denmark and Mr. Norway are right, Iceland. Tell us what's wrong." Finland questioned, his face not looking as bubbly and cheerful as it usually was.
"I said it's nothing, okay? Leave me alone!" Iceland yelled, stomping off.
However, before he could get too long, a hand clutched his shoulder, stopping him.
"What do you want, Nor...?" Iceland sighed, knowing who it was without looking.
"It's okay to admit that you're worried about him. Everyone is, but I know you are close with him. He's helped you in the past, don't look at me like that- I saw what happened." Norway said to him, giving Iceland a cold glare when he began denying everything.
Norway remembered what had happened, only too well. It had been just a few years back.
"@!#$"
"Calm down! If you just keep still, I can use my awesome skills to fix you!"
Norway peeked through the crack and into the room. He saw Iceland sat on the foot of the bed, eyes teary and rimmed red. His red, purpling hand, was being held carefully by an albino sat in front of him.
Prussia.
"B-but it hurts!" He complained, losing any will to act like the uncaring teenager, but more like the child he really was.
The light-haired blonde saw Prussia look down and sigh, before looking up again.
"I know, it will hurt a little, but when it's fixed, it'll be as good as new. If you can be brave for me and hold on for a few minutes, I can fix your hand for you. You think you can do that?" The Prussian asked, his tone quiet and caring, as if Iceland were his actual brother.
"O-okay..." Iceland mumbled, keeping a strong face as he took in a breath and nodded for the man to do it.
"That's a good boy." Prussia said. Norway could practically hear the smile within the words.
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Fanfiction"Is West going to leave me too? I had always been a failure for a brother, not being able to help him through World War 2. I left him all by himself with the Allies, alone, whilst I got myself captured by Russia, and taken off the map. He was right...
