Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

chapter nine

(Y/n) opened her eyes to find herself in hot water, literally.
She was in a large bath with hot water.
"For the record, this is not the first time we did this.", The voice of Thurston met her ears as she felt a wash rag run over her back, "and I'm not ashamed of my body."
The silver haired girl was afraid even more, she was in a bath with this violent and temperamental man.
He poured some shampoo in her hair and massaged it in nicely, then rinsed her hair out with a bucket of water.
the man then massaged conditioner into her hair, getting all the places she needed to get and rinsed the hair again. The magical spikes sprang right back up.
"I washed your back and hair, you get mine.", Thurston said and turned around.
(Y/n) rubbed over his scarred back, she saw the areas he had to get stitches and burns.
The female wet his hair with the bucket of water and massaged some shampoo in,his hair was much softer Than it appeared.
She rinsed the lather off of him and turned her back again, the silver haired teen heard the water as he moved again and hugged her from behind.

He was acting tender and gentle, like she would expect Finland would.
The Finn rubbed a washcloth over the female's arms, small kisses were placed on her neck.
"Egil wanted to be here with us, but I think the would have been too much for you.", Thurston spoke softly, his lean chest muscles pressed against her back.
Soft kisses ran across her shoulders and up her neck to her cheek, the fluttering sensation made (y/n) feel funny.
"I want to be the one you depend on, Kultaseni.", the Finn said in a loving tone, "I want to be the one you love."
"How can I love you if I don't know you?", The silver haired female asked.
Thurston turned her around and kissed her, "how about we start over? My name is Thurston Vainämöinen. I am 2p Finland, my physical body is 32 years old. I was adopted by your mother after I was abandoned. I like vodka and adore you."
(Y/n) covered her chest up, the Finnish man made a smile that was so sweet that it could make a iceberg melt.

Thurston gave her another kiss before there was a huge splash beside them, the water dropped in temperature a bit.
"Hallò!", a chirpy voice hello'd.
The Finn groaned, "whiny bitch."
the Icelandic male puffed up his cheeks, his missing eye was covered by his platinum hair
"I wanted to play with Litla systur too!", Egil whined and snuggled (y/n).
His skin was not cold like before but definitely was cool compared to other living things.
The female tried to push the smaller male off of her as the water heated back up.
"Fire fucker.", Thurston growled and loki huffed.
"It was only once.", the Norwegian sighed.

(Y/n) was getting uncomfortable with how many males there were compared to her, she did not know what they planned on doing to her. She hid behind Thurston.
"We were in here first you dicks.", the Finnish man hissed at the two in front of him, "get the hell out."
"I would but we need to clean up after cleaning your mess.", Loki sighed and leaned back in the water. Without his usual suit on, it was easy to see that he was burned extensively on his body. Almost seventy percent of his body was burned.
Egil had burns on his body, and scars.
Thurston kept in front of (y/n) to keep her out of sight.
"It's not like we haven't seen her without clothes before Thurston, we're all mature people here.", loki said calmly, "you don't have to be afraid kanin."
"Can I go?", (y/n) asked quietly.
The Finnish male covered the other two's eyes and nodded, "quickly go to your room, it had the rabbit on the door."

The silver haired female wrapped a towel around her and ran out of the bathing room, she ran through the halls to the wing quarters wing and to her room.
There was a large bed with clean white sheets, a lot of pillows and quite fancy looking.
Toys lined the shelves and books were in a bookcase.
In the closet were her clothes from her adoptive parents house and the nordics' house.
(Y/n) decided to play safe and slipped on the casual dress that she got with Norway and Denmark, the length was down to her knees.
She got on the appropriate underwear and tried the bed. It was soft, much softer than either house she was in before.
These scary guys know how to live luxuriously.
The silver haired female slipped under the covers to hide, she then noticed it.
The room smelled like her.
Were these men telling the truth? Was she really their sister?
But why was Thurston so much different acting?