CinderIce: Iceland x Finland Hetalia!

1 (V.2)

In the far away land of Scandinavia, there was a boy who went by the name of Emil. After a terrible tragedy in his home country, he went on to live with his brother and their awful stepfamily he had escaped from a few years before. 

His stepfather, Mr. Køhler, had married their mother for her money and did nothing to help her when she fell deathly ill, and didn't hesitate to turn Emil and Lukas into slaves once she was gone. 

Unfortunately, Lukas seemed to have been brainwashed after Emil had left, and was just as bad as their stepbrother, Berwald. While both were mean to Emil, there were some obvious differences in behavior, such as Berwald's lack of spine and Lukas' being a legitimate brat.

Despite this, Emil held a grudge against all of them for their cruelty. He never let it show, though, and grinned through everything to avoid more trouble.

On this day, Emil had overslept and there was a loud pounding sound on his door. He sat up slowly and glared at the door, but his anger quickly became panic when he realized who was trying to break his door down. He rushed out of bed and threw his door open, coming face-to-face with Mr. Køhler.

"Good morning, Mister Køhler." Emil nervously greeted him, "How did you sleep?"

Mr. Køhler forced his way into Emil's room and looked around. "I should be askin' you that question, judging by the situation we're in now."

"Situation?"

"Look at this, Emil! It's midday and you only got up just now. What is this, some sort of stupid joke? You've just made far more work for yourself today, you fool."

"Seriously?" Emil glared at Mr. Køhler, who turned around and glared back at him. 

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"N-No, Mister Køhler. I'll get to work right away."

"Good."

After many hours of cleaning the house furiously, Emil sat down in front of the fireplace and watched the fire burn. He began thinking of what could've been when someone kicked him in the back. 

"Hey!" The person said. Dreadfully, Emil stood up and turned around to face his assaulter. It was Lukas, unfortunately.  

"Hi, Lukas."

Lukas stomped his foot impatiently and grabbed his arm. "Where have you been? Berwald and I need you for something right now. You're coming with me, or I'm telling Mister Køhler."

"Well, you already have my arm. Might as well take the rest of me."

 "I don't need your stupid comments, Emil."

They argued quietly and somewhat civilly as they walked up the stairs to the dressing room. Emil stopped in the doorway and looked at the pile of clothes on the floor.

"What's all of this for?" He asked. Lukas turned to him and replied, "Well, we need you to pick up and put away the clothes we aren't using."

"Are your arms broken?"

"What?"

"Nothing." Emil internally facepalmed, "Why did you pull out so many clothes, anyway?"

"Well, there's a ball coming up soon. Obviously, we're trying to put together our perfect outfits."

Lukas continued, "And no, we don't need nor want your useless opinion. All you wear are those ugly rags, you don't have any fashion sense."

"Maybe give me some fucking clothes, then?" Emil thought, but remained silent. 

"Well, get to work!" Lukas flounced over to a nearby dresser and proceeded to pull out nearly everything in there as Berwald looked at Emil apologetically.

Emil continued to stare at him absolutely dumbfounded for a moment before he started refolding a nearby pile.  

Two hours later, Emil was released from fabric hell, only to be thrown in the kitchen to make dinner immediately after.

Rather than joining them at the table, Emil decided he was sick of them again and ate dinner up in the attic with his bird friend, Mr. Puffin.

After cleaning up the downstairs area again, Emil traveled back up to his bedroom and opened the window to let the annoying bird out. 

"Goodnight, Mister Puffin. Tomorrow is another day."