CinderIce: Iceland x Finland Hetalia!

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"CinderIce! Come here!" Mister Denmark called. He was CinderIce's stepfather, he married CinderIce's mother after his father died. A few months ago, CinderIce's mother had been confirmed dead at a shipwreck. 

Mister Denmark had two sons of his own, they weren't very nice. None of them were nice, actually. They had made CinderIce a slave in his own home, but he tried not to think about it much. He instead just ignored their rude comments and kept a light smile on his face.

CinderIce quickly arrived at Mister Denmark's door and stepped inside with a can of beer. "You called, Mister Denmark?" 

Mister Denmark cackled and snatched the beer away. "Yeah, I just wanted my beer. Now, go. My darling sons may need you."

As if on cue, Nordrella and Swestasia called for him. "CinderIce, CinderIce. Come here, now." CinderIce raced to the bathroom where his stepbrothers were brushing their teeth and knocked on the door. "Get in here, CinderIce. You're not being paid to sit at the door."

"I'm not being paid at all!" CinderIce thought. He opened the door and stepped in. "What do you need, stepbrothers?"

"Our clothes are dirty and so is the floor. What have you been doing?" Nordrella spat at him. He wiped the spit off of his face and grabbed the basket of dirty laundry. "I'm terribly sorry, there is no excuse for my inattentiveness."

"Of course not. Now hurry up, we have things to do." Nordrella shooed him out and slammed the bathroom door in his face. CinderIce sighed and went to wash their clothing. Once he finished, he hung up the clothes and fed the animals. "Hey, lad!" His Puffin friend called, "Ya look dirty. Haven't ya heard of a bath?"

"Mister Puffin, I'm too busy for that. I have to get these clothes ready or I'll be punished again."

"Well, it's gonna be a while! There's no wind out here." Mister Puffin looked around and ate corn from CinderIce's hand. "It's a fairly warm day, surely the sun will dry them right up!"

"Start praying, lad. Your master is giving you the death stare from his bed."

CinderIce looked up and Mister Denmark was indeed giving him a death stare. "He's not my master, but I musn't disrespect him."

"Why? He doesn't deserve your kindness!"

"I'm doing it for mother."

"Honestly kid, I'm sure she would understand if you punched him in the face a few times."

"Maybe so, but he owns my childhood home now. I want to stay."

"Alright. What about the two brats?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you gonna stand up to them?"

"Same outcome, I'm afraid."

Mister Puffin shook his head. "Okay, well I have to head out for a bit. Catch ya later, lad!"

"Bye." CinderIce watched his friend fly away and felt the clothes. They had dried surprisingly fast. He grabbed them and ran to iron them and deliver them to Nordrella and Swestasia.

He arrived at their room with a basket of clean, folded clothes and set them down near the door. "It's about time. What took you so long?"

Swestasia placed a hand on Nordrella'a shoulder and gave him the hard eyes. "Your w'rk is acc'ptable. Y' can g'."

CinderIce left quickly and was about to sit when Mister Denmark called him again. He walked up to Mister Denmark's room and peeked through the door. "Will you quit acting like a mouse? Get in here, you know I'll say that every time, peabrain!"

"Apologies, Master...I mean, Mister Denmark. I won't do it again."

Mister Denmark smirked at him. "Master? I like the sound of that." CinderIce gulped, "You will refer to me as Master Denmark now. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Master." CinderIce muttered as he imagined himself slapping Mister Puffin. "Good boy. Now, get out of here before I throw my beer at ya. Oh, and scrub the kitchen floor, I know it's filthy again!"

CinderIce ran out and got straight to work. He filled a bucket with hot, soapy water and drowned a sponge in it. He squeezed the sponge and started scrubbing the floor as hard as he could.

Suddenly, Nordrella walked into the kitchen in muddy shoes and stomped on CinderIce's hand, causing him to yelp in pain. "Nordrella!"

"Why are my best shoes dirty?"

"I'm not sure."

"I wasn't looking for an answer, CinderIce. I demand that you clean them immediately!"

"Alright, well...take them off and hand them to me."

"No."

"...No?"

"I'm not taking my shoes off on this filthy floor! What's wrong with you?"

"I'm not sure what you want me to do, then."

"Clean them while I'm wearing them. Are you stupid or something?"

"But they'll get dirty again."

"Ugh, clean my shoes. Then, clean the floor."

"I thought you had things to do?"

"I can wait, CinderIce. How long could it take you, anyway?"

CinderIce dropped the sponge back in the bucket and sat Nordrella in a clean chair. He started scrubbing his shoes with a new sponge carefully, hoping he wouldn't miss any spots. Nordrella's shoes were pointy at the front, and CinderIce didn't feel like getting kicked in the face. 

Once he finished with Nordrella's shoes, he began to scrub the floor again. Surprisingly, Nodrella actually sat there. CinderIce looked up at him, confused. "You're actually going to sit there?"

"Yes. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, of course not, you do whatever you wish. I just thought you would...I dunno, make me carry you outside or something."

Still looking up, CinderIce could see an evil grin spread across Nordrella's face. "That's a fantastic idea." Nordrella pointed at the front door, "CinderIce, take me outside."

CinderIce sighed and stopped what he was doing to obey his new command. He walked back up to Nordrella and picked him up. "Like this?" He asked. Nordrella nodded and smiled, quite pleased with himself. CinderIce rolled his eyes and carried Nordrella out of the front door and put him down at the end of their walkway. "Here you go, Nordrella. Do you need anything else?"

"No. Go back to the kitchen and finish scrubbing the floor." Nordrella stuck his nose in the air, hopped on his horse and galloped away into town. CinderIce walked back to the kitchen and saw Master Denmark standing in the door between the living room and the kitchen with Swestasia. 

"Master Denmark!" CinderIce stared in horror at the floor. It was still covered in mud and dirt. "I can explain!"

"CinderIce, you know what's going to happen now." Master Denmark pulled out a long, Black stick and glared at him, "Don't bother arguing. Come here and turn around."

Swestasia watched warily as CinderIce obeyed. "F'ther, that-"

"Swestasia, go have fun, alright? I have some business to take care of."

CinderIce heard his stepbrother walk away and braced himself. "All you had to do was clean the floor, and you didn't even start."