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

chapter nineteen

Magnus groaned and woke up as the morning sunlight filtered through the windows, the light hit him right in the eyes.
He looked down hoping to see his sweet little sister sleeping on his chest like she almost always did when she was small, he was disappointed to see she was not there.
She was probably with one of the others, or woke up early to make something to eat.
The male felt warm to think of how cute she would look with a apron on and some bits of what she was cooking splattered on her face, waiting to be kissed or licked off.
The massive man got up and went to his room to put on a new outfit.
He passed by Egil, the Icelander was whining and looking around.
"What is wrong with you?", the giant Dane asked.

The platinum haired male jumped and faced his brother, "litla systir was with me when I went to sleep last night, now she's gone!"
Magnus was a bit perplexed with the male's story, (y/n) had been with him.
He concluded that she was trying to get them all to bed at a good time so they could be well rested, "I'm sure she's around."
Egil whined again and ran around the base more, looking for the silver haired female.
Loki got up and looked around drowsyly for his little sister, she was nowhere to be seen.
"I swear if that little clingy bitch took her from me I'll burn him.", the Norwegian hissed.
The burned male got up and walked out with his messy hair sticking up everywhere.
The strawberry blond man looked around for any sign of his sister, she was not there.

Thurston woke up with a cold spot where his girl was supposed to be.
He was irritated that she slipped out again, he was even more irritated by being alone with Bernard.
Bernard was half on the bed and on the floor at once, the swede was kicked off of the bed by the finn.
Thurston got up and walked out of the room to look around, he met up with the others in the dining room.
"Whoever the hell took her will die.", The Finn growled and pointed his rifle at the other brothers, "now hand her over so I can marry her right away."
The others were about to say something but Bernard made loud sniffing noises.
"She's not here.", the swede spoke grimly.
Loki thought then his face dropped to shock, "she outsmarted us."
The Norwegian's face twisted to an insane grin and he started laughing, "Bravo Kanin! You're testing us."
Thurston shot Loki to shut him up, "who care what she is doing, we Get her back and I will marry her."
Bernard laughed, "I'll help with that lillebror."

"Ready or not, here we come."

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(Y/n) woke up as the warm rays of morning light kissed her alabaster skin, her eyes opened and she got up.
The female walked to the closet that held some clothes Romania was kind enough to provide for her, she chose a white dress with red trim on the upper parts and light blue on the lower parts.
The female wondered why it was the only nice thing in the closet at the time, not that she was complaining.
It was a pretty dress.
The silver haired female cleaned herself up and looked at herself in the mirror.
The dress looked like the Luxembourg flag, what was Romania planning?
She looked nice though.
Her thick white eyelashes framed her red-violet eyes, her hair reflected colors off its silver surface, her skin had a bit of a rosy blush on it.
Over all, she looked really cute.

The female walked down and Romania seemed pleased with himself.
"You look adorable Draga mea.", The Romanian smiled gently, "too bad you are not wearing my colors."
(Y/n) gave him a serious look, "what are you planning?"
The vampire looking man raised his hands up, "nothing dragul meu prieten."
He had a mischievous twinkle in his eye, the grin he had on was a friendly one.
His clothing was nice as well, a casual suit.
"Shall we go? He is expecting us.", Romania spoke.
"Fine.", (y/n) said and sighed, "I hope everything goes right."

Romania transported the female to a lavish home, the building was beautiful architecturally.
The Romanian man knocked on the door and a young man answered, he had the look of a prince.
Light brown hair that flipped over his right blue-green eye, his almost perfect face had a gentle smile on it.
He wore a clean white dress shirt with light blue pin stripes, a white vest, white pants, black gloves, and brown boots.
Clicking of claws was heard before a large brown dog ran out and tackled Romania, the young man called the large pooch back.
"I am terribly sorry for Pelutze's behavior Romania.", The man said in a strangely beautiful accent, "are you injured at all?"