I don't own Hetalia! End/AN/
It was the first time in years that Iceland had run into Norway's arms, clinging to him like he might disappear if he didn't hold tightly enough. Norway wrapped his arms around him tightly, tucking his head against Iceland's.
"I thought- I thought I'd never see you again," Iceland said, voice muffled as his face was buried into Norway's neck. It was a lot to admit for the normally somewhat apathetic teen.
Norway held tighter, murmuring, "It's all right, we're all safe." He didn't say that he had worried about never seeing his little brother again, or the darker days he'd had worrying about how the war would end. He put a hand in Iceland's hair, kissing the side of his head.
"Mhm," Iceland said, as though that were all he could manage. He had never been taken over before, and he felt skinny; Norway suspected the stress and worry had gotten to him rather than there being maltreatment, however.
"Guys! Guys, thank god you're okay!" Denmark suddenly had both of them in a bear hug, and he was raggedy and tired, but he couldn't imagine caring about that right now. Now that he had his family, that was all that mattered.
"I was so scared," Iceland said, and it sounded like he was crying. Denmark rubbed his back, saying,
"It's okay, Ice, everything's okay. England would never have really hurt you."
Norway was still stroking his hair, holding onto him like a precious child, when Iceland's words came through.
"I wasn't scared for me; I was scared for you. Both of you," Iceland said, and he freed an arm to wrap it around Denmark. He was mad at Denmark before, but it seemed he had put it aside, like he had never truly been furious. "What if Germany just destroyed both of you? What if you were just completely gone?"
"Ice, it would take something worse to destroy me," Denmark insisted, but there was a sober note in his tone. Nazi Germany was pretty bad, though he was fairly nice to Denmark. He rubbed Iceland's back again, trying to somehow impart that he and Norway were okay.
"I wouldn't go without you," Norway said, and there was a soft seriousness to his tone that he rarely took with anyone. Iceland was the one this tone was normally reserved for, though in recent years he'd begun to rebuff it.
Not this time; he buried his face into Norway further, saying in a small voice, "I-I love you. I just… Don't ever leave."
Denmark and Norway assured him in soft voices; it had been a very long time since they'd been so threatened, and with Iceland cut off, all the way across the sea, it must have been a frightening ordeal.
They stayed like that for several more moments, until Iceland finally let go.
It was a day they never spoke of again.
/AN/ Just a drabble… I'd almost like to delve more into Scandinavian and Nordic history to write a long story with them. If you haven't guessed, this was at the end of WWII; Norway and Denmark were both invaded and taken over by Nazi Germany.
Denmark had owned Iceland up until that point; it was essentially liberated by a combination of being cut off from Denmark and being invaded by the Allies (which was to keep Germany from getting it and using it as a stepping stone to Britain).
At this point, feelings towards Denmark were not all that good in Iceland, especially King Christian, but they weren't outright rebellious or anything.
