The Disaster (Currently Undergoing Edits and Completed)

Iceland

"What are you, Puffin?"

Mr. Puffin looked at Iceland in shock.

"Oi, now kid..."

"Don't call me kid!"

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It was a few hours since Norway returned to his house. The other magic trio, all healed, had left to their own countries(houses).

Right now, Norway was... Erm, having trouble with his head. No, that would be a horrible way to describe it. He was... Thrashing, with pain. Oh and headaches really hurt.

He was bothered by Iceland's behavior, his runaway in the recent Nordic's meeting... His worry that the symptoms might be back–then oh, how will he explain this to other countries? They don't believe in magic, too...

Maybe giving up would be better, but then his country...

Right now, the symptom of disobeying, yes "disobeying" the Disaster was a simple headache. Compared to the past ones, like not being able to speak, headaches were an improvement. But it won't last–Norway knew that much.

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"Kid!" Mr. Puffin shouted, flapping away from the "mad" Iceland.

"Don't call me kid, I'm not a kid!" 

That was a normal Iceland, but he usually won't throw books at Mr. Puffin, nor chase him across the house.

Angry, the Puffin flew out the window to gain some freedom from this kid.

ICELAND'S POV

Okay, um, sorry Mr. Puffin–err I think I kinda plucked a hair out of your tail...?(Feather)

Stay calm, Iceland–oh, I think I've hurt myself...

It was official. I was a "madman". Literally.

I mean, who plucks feathers out of their birds just because they called them "kid"? But, to think about it, which Puffin speaks? None, except for Mr. Puffin.

No wait, don't go!

Again, the words didn't form.

Sadly, I watched Mr. Puffin flapping away, out the window, out of my grasp.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Puffin..."

As soon as those words left my mouth, I gasped, surprised.

"Aaa, aaa," I spoke again.

Running out the door, I called for Mr. Puffin. But this time, no words came out of my damn mouth.

Pouting, I turned back towards my house.

"What the fudge is happening to me?"

There we go again.

Wait a minute, maybe the person who is controlling me does not want others to know–the only way I can get my voice back is to pretend I'm the madman...

But then, If I do, how will I bear it?

The looks of other people, the ache that it gives to me... I mean, turning down my 'non-blood-related' brothers (except for Norway) was enough, but "abusing" my dear "pet" was what I couldn't bear.

But then, if I do bear it...

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"If you do bear it?"

AHHH!

Surprised at my own voice, I jumped-internally.

"Don't be so surprised. If you do bear it, you'll gain freedom from me. And... A few bits of secrets of your brother... Don't you think it'll be worth it?"

...

Maybe...

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HELLO GUYS!

I'M ALIVE! SURPRISINGLY!

AND IT'S SUMMER BREAK FOR ME! HORRAY!

By the way, I made Iceland more of an important character so that Norway gets, you know, more "attention"? from me and you readers. Oh right, and England and Romania too.

I'LL TRY TO update in at least a week!

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