RUNAWAY

🇮🇸~Þrettán~🇮🇸

Iceland walked to the door of his sister's room, peeking in.

It was creepy that the very room she was sleeping in was the devil's sign. But that didn't matter...did it? Iceland shaked his head, tugging on the end of his red coat.

He twisted the knob of the door, careful to be quiet since it was quite late at night.

Peering into the dimly lit room, he spotted three fairly sized beds with three wardrobes and cupboards to accompany them. He stepped inside, his fur lined boots hitting the carpeted floor.

He needed to get (Y/n) out of here. It was the perfect time. His brothers wanted to go to Japan very late so hat they could be back at Norway faster. The World Meeting was scheduled to start early in the morning, giving him and (Y/n) not a lot of time to runaway. Originally, he was going to get someone to take her in for a short amount of time but then thought against it. Now he was coming with her.

Shivering, he tiptoed to the little girl carefully, kneeling in front of her. He decided to tap her shoulder slightly.

Nothing.

'She must be a heavy sleeper like big sister was,' he sighed, closing his eyes while he heard his heart thump in his ears like a drum. What he was doing wasn't safe at all. It was dangerous and totally immature.

He opened his tired purple eyes, deciding to shake the small girl's shoulders roughly. Slowly but surely (Y/n) woke up, glaring at the thing that woke her out of instinct.

"Sorry for waking you, sleeping beauty," the teen whispered, looking up to see if Sealand or Ladonia woke up "But you need to get up now,"

Iceland watched as (Y/n)'s face warped into a look of confusion "The World Meeting is tomorrow. You need to go by tomorrow morning,"
Iceland explained, looking into his sister's (e/c) eyes.

Eventually, Glenia got up, putting on warm clothing for the night instead of her pyjamas. Iceland repacked her suitcase, putting in only the things she truly needed.

After that, Iceland gave the tried Glenia a piggyback.

Now the thought struck him.
Where would they go?

Gulping, Iceland opened the room door and walked down the hallway. He went towards the elevator, going inside it. Glenia must have been sleeping again since she didn't scream like the last time. Iceland pushed the button to the ground floor, tapping his foot on the ground out of habit.

Where would he go?
What would he eat?
Who should he trust?
What if he'll get caught?

Iceland chased the thoughts away from his head and sighed, gripping Glenia's legs tighter to his sides. He wasn't going to let go of Glenia without a fight

After minutes of waiting, a ding was heard, a sign meaning that they reached their destination.

The elevator doors opened slowly, a mechanical whirl interrupting the silence. In panic, Iceland shook Glenia awake, putting her down while holding her hand. She seemed to still be delirious since she leaned on Iceland to stay up right.

When the elevator doors opened, Iceland walked out with Glenia beside him, trying so hard not to be suspicious. And because he was trying so hard to not look suspicious, he ended up looking suspicious. ((I did this so many times, I lost count//)

"Um, Sir, where are you going at this time of night?" One of the security guards asked, stepping off from leaning on the wall and instead started walking to Iceland. Iceland snapped his head to the guard, gulping hard.

He felt himself sweating more when he looked anywhere but the guard. "M-My little s-sister had a nightmare, sir. F-Fresh air helps her relax," Iceland answered, looking down at Glenia. She woke up at the words 'little sister' and looked up at the guard. Since she was cold and sleepy, she shivered and looked tiredly to the guard. In the guard's point of view, she looked like she was shivering because she was traumatised and she was tired because she hardly had any sleep.

"But do you really need a bag that big?" The guard asked, raising us left eyebrow. Iceland was left stomped. What was he supposed to do?

"I like to have plenty of things from home to remind me of my country," Glenia answered, a sort of forced smile on her face. The guard nodded slightly and sighed, letting them go.

'Note to self,' Iceland thought 'Don't underestimate Glenia,'

Iceland walked calmly (more like walked out shaking like a leaf while also sweating bullets) out of the hotel, letting out a breath of air he didn't know he was holding.

"Thanks for saving me back there, Glenia," Iceland hummed, picking up the small girl with both arms. Glenia took the suitcase in her small arms so that Iceland could lift her. She smiled sleepily, breathing in heavily, showing how sleepy she was.

Iceland pushed her head gently towards his shoulder, stroking her soft locks "Sleep. I'll find a place to stay," Iceland cooed, rocking the girl back and forth. The girl nodded her head weakly, clutching the suitcase in her one arm while holding tightly to Iceland's coat.

Iceland walked on a bit, before he sighed and knelt on the ground. Slowly, he zipped open his fluffy coat, quickly putting the small girl inside of his coat. Her small body curled into his chest instantly, her head tucking into his shoulder once more. He zipped up his coat, the only noise to be heard besides the zooms of cars whizzing by. He held the suitcase in his left arm while supporting Glenia's bottom with his right.

He heard Glenia exhale heavily, her warm breath tickling his neck. He smiled slightly, before walking faster. His back soon hurt, him remembering that you were near the age of eight and not a light five year old. Iceland groaned mentally before puffing out his cheeks and walking some more.

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He didn't know how much he walked.

His legs were killing him, along with his back. But if this is what he had to do to make his brothers realise what they were doing then so be it.

He needed to stop to rest. His legs felt as if they were on fire and he swore they'd fall off if he didn't stop for a while.

Iceland looked around his surroundings, seeing a normal street 'How much did I walk?' Iceland thought, astonished at the fact he was in the outskirts of the city.

He saw small houses of small families and then saw a small playground. It was normal; with a slide, swings, monkey bars and....

A tunnel.

It was a blue, hexagonal tunnel that had small holes inside of it that let the children inside see what was in the outside

Sighing, Iceland trudged tiredly to the tunnel, slipping his teenaged body inside. He had to lie on his back to fit inside. His head was in an awkward position since his chin touched the front of his collar. He looked down to see Glenia, still peacefully sleeping the night away.

Iceland felt a rush of sleepiness wash over him like a flood. His eyes grew heavy as he let go of the suitcase that was beside him and wrapped his hands firmly around Glenia's petit body.

'We're safe now,'

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