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Brother

An hour of uninterrupted silence had passed. No one knew what to say. It had been a long time since something like this had happened to one of them. During a time where Iceland was still young. Things like this...a nation pushed to the brink of suicide...it carried a heavy weight held by those that were affected. Despite how hard it was to kill a nation, despite that they knew they would fail...it was more common than any of the Nordics cared to think.
“You're not... you're not going to tell anyone, right?” Emil finally spoke up.
“Of course not. This...this is our…” Lukas didn't know what to call it without sounding horrible. It wasn't a mistake. Nor was it really an issue. It was more of a-
“Problem?” Emil grimly offered.
“You're not a problem,” Emil simply hummed, looking away from his brother. “You're my brother. Your struggles are mine. We aren't just going to let you go through this alone.” His voice held an insistent hostility. How could his baby brother think he was a problem? There wasn't anyone he cared for more. They'd gotten through wars together, what was one more? No matter what it took, even if it killed him, Lukas was determined to make Emil happy again. Emil folds his arms over his chest, looking away.
“I'd be worried if you didn't. You never leave me alone.” Lukas was confused. One moment, Emil was refusing to leave his side. And suddenly he was saying he wanted to be left alone. Lukas simply sighed. He wasn't sure what to do. How to make things easier for his brother. So he complied with his wishes, giving the Icelander his space. Minutes passed in silence. Suddenly, Emil had let out a frustrated growl, roughly biting his face in Lukas’ lap. Emil clung onto him desperately. He was trembling worse than earlier. Once more, Lukas ran his fingers through Emil's hair.
“I know you want to be more independent. But there are some things you can't fight alone. That's why we're here. You're not a burden. You aren't bothering anyone by wanting help. Or someone there.” Emil curled his fingers into the Norwegian's clothes. He wanted to cry again. To just scream until he passed out. But that would show weakness. He wasn't going to let anymore show. He could handle this on his own. He wasn't going to let himself become more of a burden than he already knew he was.