RUNAWAY

🍜~Jū~🍜

"We're going to Japan?"

Sealand held your's and Ladonia's hands tightly, eyes widening in surprisment.

You looked at the slightly taller boy before looking back at Finland, a forced smile on his face.

"Yes, we are," he replied. His eye twitched when he said so, his left hand twitghing slightly as well. 'Guess he really doesn't what to go' you thought, stepping slightly more towards Sealand.

Finland and the others were told about the whole ordeal and got were they annoyed with the Brit.

Denmark sent you up the stairs to pack your things as his brothers. You were suspicious why no one followed you inside your room but shrugged it off. Maybe they were trusting you more.

You walked inside your room, instantly moving to the two windows that were inside the fairly big room. You tried to open the first one but it wouldn't budge. Huffing, you tried again to the other one but it failed to move as well. 'locked' you sighed.

You gave up trying to escape and walked to your wardrobe, picking out some clothes for the journey. You didn't know why no one was helping you, it didn't make sense to you. A knock disturbed your thinking, and before you knew it, Iceland was helping you pick out your clothes.

He didn't look at you, he only looked at the various dresses, shirts and trousers littering the wardrobe. You stared at his face, looking at his pale face and pretty violet eyes. 'Why isn't he talking to me?' You thought gloomily. He caught your stare and blushed, clicking his tongue.

"I'm...I'm sorry," he said, eyes avoiding your gaze. 'He's sorry? He's sorry for everything?' A new found joy spread throughout your body, happy that he snapped out of his supposed trance "I don't know why our brothers are acting like this. I only realised. I'm so sorry,"

Should you trust him? Is he lying to you? 'Don't believe him, [Y/n]' a snake like voice interrupted your thoughts 'He's lying, he's trying to gain your trust again'

You shooked off the voice and smiled at Iceland, hugging him tightly. The smell of licorice and the sea hit your nose, the comforting smell relaxing you.

You felt Iceland's arms wrap around you tightly, small whimpers coming from the teenaged boy. He kept on whispering 'I'm sorry' to you which made you feel bad. You thought your brothers lost their minds. Maybe there is still hope for them.

Over a few minutes you heard the whimpers stop and instead heard sniffling from the boy. You decided to slowly pull away, and so you did. Iceland eyes were slightly red and puffy, lines of wetness trailed down his cheeks and to his neck. You didn't like seeing him like this, so you tried to comfort him.

"Hey, it's alright. Please, don't cry anymore, otherwise the others would know something's been up," you told him. Iceland smiled slightly and nodded. You reached your small hands to his cheeks and wiped away the train track like streaks that trailed down his cheeks. Iceland noticed that you indeed acted older that your supposed age. Maybe it was because of the older Glenia, who knows.

You then carried on picking out things necessary for the travel, things like your clothes, your teddy, shoes and your flower crown the Glenia before you gave you in that peculiar dream you had.

Iceland took out a brown suitcase from atop of the wardrobe. To get it he had to take off his shoes to climb onto your bed that was beside your wardrobe. He then reached up a little to the top of the wardrobe to take down the maroon coloured suitcase with gold lining the corners of both sides of the suitcase.

Iceland brought it down, blowing away the dust that covered the oldish suitcase "This was Glenia's suitcase, the one before you. She made it herself," he informed you, trailing his fingers over the surface of the beautiful looking suitcase "She would want you to have it,"

Carefully you touched it. It felt like leather, no, it was leather. You didn't know how she made a suitcase out of leather, but you didn't care, because the suitcase was a beauty.

"It's beautiful," you uttered, gazing at the gold lining the corners of the suitcase.

Iceland smiled and sighed, standing up while setting the suitcase down at where he sat. "Come. We must put your stuff inside the old suitcase," he told you, opening up the suitcase and gathering the clothes to put inside.

You helped Iceland by giving him all the things that were piled on top of your bed. The suitcase surprisingly held everything inside it. You presumed it had a spell cast on it.

When you and Iceland were done, Iceland pulled the top of the suitcase down, zipping the golden zipper closed. "There it's down," he sighed, stretching his back. "Ahh! All that bending down got me tired," he yawned, a crack resounding the room. You winced at this, not used to hearing people's backs breaking.

This was when an awkward silence came about.

You were twiddling your fingers, staring at your light blue dress you had on yourself. Iceland was pondering at what to say. He then, he came to a conclusion that confused you by how he thought of this.

"You need to go," he said to you "If you stay here?, you will rot away," you turned your head to him slowly, surprised at what he said to you.

"Surely this won't carry on forever...right?" You asked Iceland hopefully. Yet that hope disappeared when Iceland turned his face to you, a deathly serious expression on his pale face.

"This happened before but with the older Glenia. She left my brothers to fend for themselves, but when she came back, my brothers became so overprotective of her. She had to actually knock some sense into them," Iceland told you in sad tone. He sighed and put an arm on his eyes, head tilting to the ceiling. "It's like history's repeating itself,"

You scooted closer to Iceland, looking st him curiously "What did she do to them?" You asked, tilting your head.

Iceland sighed, his arm drooping to his side "You wouldn't want to know," shaking his head he turned to you "I was smaller then, about your age, so I don't remember exactly,"

He grasped your shoulders tightly, not losing grip "You need to go. Before they have complete control of your life," Iceland said firmly, glaring into your [e/c] eyes. He saw them widen in fright and he saw your mouth turn into a frown.

"How are we going to do it?" You muttered, still sceptical about this.

He gratefully smiled at your cooperation and looked at your confidently.

"You will run away when we go to Japan. There are...some friends we have there,"

Continued?
>Yes
>No

Btw anyone like the Harry Potter franchise?

If so, what house do you think Young Glenia would be in?

Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw or Slytherin?

To be honest I think she'd either be in Ravemclaw or...maybe Hufflepuff...?

Idk lol sorry I was rewatching Harry Potter the other day lolol

Ps I'm a Hufflepuff ;)