CinderIce: Iceland x Finland Hetalia!

2 (V.2)

"Emil, get up!" 

Emil sat up slowly and turned to look at Mr. Køhler, who stood beside him with a smug grin on his face. "Er...huh, Mister Køhler?"

"Guess what time it is."

Emil looked at the clock, despite knowing damn well he'd slept in again, and sighed. "Right. So, what's my punishment today?"

"Lukas and Berwald-"

"You needn't say more there. Where are they?"

"Town square. Get dressed and get your ass in gear. They've waited long enough for ya."

Within fifteen minutes, Emil was up and out of the front door. He ran down the road to the village and found Berwald and Lukas chatting, sitting on the edge of the town fountain. They noticed his arrival and watched snobbishly as he approached them.

"Sorry I'm late. I just-"

Lukas stood up and yanked Emil's hair back, causing him to stumble a bit. "I don't care about why you're late, Emil. I only care that you were, and that you need to work on it because this is seriously inconvenient for us."

Annoyed by the silence from him, Lukas scoffed and turned back to face Berwald, who looked at him in shock. "Well, let's go. We have stuff to do!"

The trio walked into a tailor shop and stayed there for a few hours. Eventually, Lukas and Berwald had their perfect outfits finally prepared, and Emil thought they could go home. 

Unfortunately, Lukas had gotten distracted and they ended up going to five more shops before going home. Once they finally got there, Emil nearly collapsed on the floor when Mr. Køhler decided that he wasn't done.

"Emil, the living room floor is absolutely disgusting!" He complained.

Emil replied angrily, "What am I supposed to do about it? It's made of wood, I can't scrub wood to the point where you can slip on it!"

"Don't get smart with me, you stupid brat. Do as I say, or you'll get the belt before bedtime!"

"Whip me all you want, Mister Køhler. I'm not rubbing your goddamn wood."

Mr. Køhler blushed at Emil's poor wording, as did he, and the room howled with laughter. Feeling humiliated, Emil quietly entered the living room and kneeled down beside the bucket of water that'd been waiting for him, and started scrubbing the floor.

An hour later, he finished cleaning the floor and went up to the attic where his bed was. He closed the door and saw Mr. Køhler standing behind the spot where the door had sat. 

He let out a shriek and jumped back. "Mister Køhler, what're you doing in here?" 

"You're going to bed in a minute, aren't you?"

"Yes, why?" Emil quickly realized what was going on and held up his hand in defense as the cruel man walked closer to him, "Hey, hey wait! I cleaned the floor like you told me to!"

"Yeah, but you made a big fuss before actually doing it. I won't stand for such stubborn behavior."

Disappointed, Emil carefully removed his shirt and sulked at his bedside. Mr. Køhler pulled the beating belt off of the wall and viewed the previous marks along Emil's back, then pulled the belt back before harshly throwing it towards the young boy. 

He did this repeatedly for a few minutes. Each hit getting louder and more painful than the last. Little did either of them know, Berwald had been listening through the door shortly before the beating stopped. 

Mr. Køhler hung the belt back up and admired his work with a sickening grin. Emil's back had more marks and bruises than before, which pleased Mr. Køhler greatly. "Now, Emil. Have you learned your lesson?"

Knowing it would do no good to deny it, Emil lied and told him that he had, in fact, learned his lesson.

"Good. Now, go to bed. Tomorrow may be busy as well."

With those final words, Mr. Køhler slammed the door shut and left Emil to his own company. He slipped his shirt back on and painfully climbed into his bed. 

Later, around midnight, he woke up in a vague daze to someone or something moving around in his room. Despite the risks, he wasn't worried and quietly went back to sleep.