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

chapter Forty one

Denmark had woken up, (y/n) was still asleep.
Her head was on his chest, the blond Dane sat up and waited for her to wake.
Soon her eyes opened and she cuddled to her brother.
"How are you feeling lillesøster?", the blond danish man asked softly,
"Hurt, cold.", the female rasped.
The blond Dane nodded and petted her head, "I think it is time for Sve to give you your medicine and Finny made some soup to warm you up."
"That would be nice. Thank you.", (y/n) smiled and fell back on the pillows.
Denmark got up and got Finland and sweden, the two blonds gladly took what they needed to the female.

Finland took her temperature and smiled, "Are you hungry?"
(Y/n) nodded and sat up, Sweden held up a bottle.
"Medicine first."
the silver haired female nodded and took the medicine, the bitter liquid slid down her throat and made her cough.
The blond Finn patted her back, "are you ready for your lunch?"
The red-violet eyed female nodded as she stopped coughing, the female took the bowl from Finland and tasted the broth.
"It will taste kind of bad since you don't have as much sense of taste with this illness.", Finland sighed and smiled.
"It is fine.", (y/n) responded and kept sipping the broth.
Sweden dabbed her forehead of the sweat that was beading up, her skin was burning up yet she was shivering.

"We took you to the hospital once, don't make us take you again.", Finland said.
(Y/n) smiled, then coughed.
The Finn petted her back, "I can tell you need rest. Finish that and sleep, you need it."
"Finland, Sweden", the silver haired female smiled, "takk."
Sweden nodded and covered the female with the blankets, Finland smiled back.
"Just rest.", the Finnish man spoke and got up, "You'll feel better."
(Y/n) sipped down the rest of the soup and snuggled into the sheets, she feel asleep almost instantly.

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Thurston walked to the laundry room and saw Bernard comparing two bras, one seemed to be bigger than the other.
"What the hell are you doing you damned pervert?", Thurston hissed and pulled the clothes out of the drier.
"Comparing Lillasystir's cup size to mor's.", the swede grinned.
"And what did you get from that?", the Finn asked.
"That Lillasystir is bigger.", the ginger male grinned and drooled a bit, "sexy."
The brunet Finn rolled his scarlet eyes, "put those back."
He started folding the clean clothes and heard a zipper be undone, he sighed.
"Go to your room before you do that.", Thurston growled, "or I'll shoot you."

Bernard walked back to his room and shut the door, Thurston shook his head.
He knew what was happening, his brother was a pervert.
Egil walked in with a large basket of dirty clothes, he filled the washing machine and turned it on.
Thurston finished folding the clothes and handed Egil's off to him, the Icelander gratefully took them.
The Icelandic man walked back to his room and The Finnish man delivered the clean clothes to each resident, he took (y/n)'s clothes back to her room.
The room smelled like her, the clothes smelled like her.
Thurston felt pain grow, in his heart as well as his pants.
He was not going to stoop to Bernard's level, that would be unacceptable.

The Finnish man already knew that (y/n) had been sneaky and stole her foster sister's phone from them, he chuckled to himself.
He could track her every move with it.
And by hacking the camera and microphone, he can see and hear how she is.
Thurston walked back to his workshop and turned on the link to the phone, he did not want to tell the others because they might tease or try to find her first.
He saw that the phone was being charged up, he linked the camera and microphone.
The sound of soft breathing filled the headphones he had on, he heard her cough too.
The breathing was ragged and hoarse, she probably got sick from something.

The breathing was soon accompanied by some whines and moans, he felt the tent in his pants grow from how cute and sexy it was.
He knew she was getting nightmares and wanted to cuddle the scary dreams away.
Thurston saw her reddened face, the rosy cheeks looked like they were calling out to be kissed and nuzzled.
He felt the pain become more and more unbearable, he had to take care of this.
Either by ice or just stimulation, it had to be stopped.
"Dammit.", Thurston groaned and got up, "guess I have to."