''Alright. I was asking for it, but there was no need to go that far, was there?''
He asked quietly, slowly pushing himself back up in a sitting position. The white haired boy flinched as his brother looked up at him. Iceland's hands were now pressed against his chest as he took a step back, away from the devilry he had just committed. Guilt was already taking his thoughts over as he saw Norway caressing the bruise that was slowly forming on his pale skin.
''Don't complain when you get what you ask for then, might get more than bargained for.'' Iceland muttered trough slightly gritted teeth, looking away from his brother. It was really unlikely from him to do and say such a thing, even if he wasn't the type to apologize. It was hard to make him angry in the first place, even harder to make him express it. So in this case, even if Iceland would apologize, that apology would bring no gratification to Norway as it would be laced with sarcasm through and through.
Norway only arched his eyebrow questioningly, letting the hand that was still against his cheek now drop down on his lap. Lips parted slightly, but the answer seemed to be stuck in his throat and was never vocalized in the end. The older of the two only shook his head lightly, lip forming a thin line this time.
''As you wish.'' Iceland gave a shrug and turned around to leave the room. his hand was already on the door knob, ready to turn it, when he tilted his head to the side slightly to look at his brother again. ''I'll arrange the change of rooms, but I'd suggest you to go down to Gilbert's office for ice.'' And with that he pressed the doorknob down and stepped out of the room he shared with his brother, but was sure of that it would be put to the past now. Iceland bit his tongue not to let any more remarks escape him and shut the door a little harder than intended.
With that Norway was left alone and could let out his own frustration out of the constraints of his common sense. His fist connecting with the pillow, subtle hands gripping it and eventually sending the pillow to the ground. The boy had to contain himself carefully to suppress the urge to cast off the rest of the bedding too. Instead he stood up and went over to the bathroom, kicking the unlucky pillow on his way, sending it to the opposite side of the room.
Standing in front of the mirror he carefully inspected the damage done. Norway had to admit that Iceland had put in quite the amount of force in the punch. The skin on the left side of his jaw was starting to swell up slightly. For now the only colour gracing his pale face was red, but Norway was sure of that it eventually would swell up even more and turn from shades of red to purple and even blue. All that thanks to his little brother. The blonde let out a sigh and decided to follow the advice of the same person that had done this damage, and go to Gilbert and see what could be done.
Mostly he just wanted to get out of the now empty room. Besides the pillow which was now under his desk, everything was in it's place and if anyone happened to pop up here, they wouldn't be able to tell that an argument had just happened here, so Norway left it as it was and slipped into the empty hallway.
It was rather early for a Saturday morning and most people were probably still sleeping peacefully at the blissful time of 11 o'clock. And yet it was a work day for the school's nurse - Gilbert Beilschmidt. Norway wasn't really fond of the idea of seeing that young man so early in the morning since listening to his constant blabbering would probably bring his mood down even more.
But the petite blonde gathered the remains of his endurance and made his way towards the medical wing. At least it wasn't too far from the dorm wing of the school. He hoped that Iceland had went the opposite way and wouldn't happen to be anywhere near the nurse office to torment him with stares and snappy remarks. Even if the other really wouldn't do that, it was easy for Norway to imagine it after this eventful morning.
Luckily he didn't meet his younger brother on the way, even if a tiny part of him kind of wished to, just so they could sort things out. Even if Norway doubted that Iceland would really bother to go all the way and move to another room. But then again they were brothers and Iceland was probably just as unpredictable as himself.
Brooding with thoughts all the way he found himself in front of the nurse office, with no choice left other than to knock. Without waiting for an answer the boy made his way inside. Being met with the sight of Gilbert soundly sleeping in his chair, head resting on top his folded arms that were placed neatly on a pile of papers, all that Norway could do was let out a sigh. What did he expect after all? It was Saturday today, a work day for Gilbert. And that didn't change the fact that yesterday had been Friday and the senior students had probably thrown a party with Gilbert invited.
Norway made his way towards the sleeping figure, wincing at the fact that the silver-white hair reminded him of his brother. ''Is this how you work?'' The teen snarled, pushing against Gilbert's shoulder. All he got in the place of a response was a louder snore though. Eyebrows furrowing he poked the nurse's shoulder again, not in the gentlest of manners. When neither did that give any results, the blonde couldn't help but wonder about that if there even was any use in waking the man up. Maybe his hangover was so bad he wasn't competent at taking care of his patients?
Hopefully not, plus in this case it was just a bruise that had to be taken care of. So with another shake Norway managed to wake the man up. Gilbert almost slid off the table and his chair, a loud groan slipping past his lips as he looked up at the intruder.
''What do you want?'' Came a hoarse voice, accompanied with a red-eyed glare. Judging from Gilbert's voice and stance, it really had been as bad as Norway had thought with the yesterday's activities.
''I'd just like you to act adequately.'' The blonde snorted, sitting down on the little sofa that was placed opposite to Gilbert's desk. ''And you stink, at least pop a chewing gum.'' He added, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly as he resisted the urge to let a smirk grace his lips. In this case Gilbert wasn't in the luckiest of positions as he had a hangover, was just rudely woken up and had a certain sophomore dumping his wrath upon the poor school's nurse.
What the other had said was indeed true so all Gilbert did was huff ''Shut it, kiddo,'' but it didn't exactly sound as strict as he had wanted to. His weary eyes scanned the image of the boy in front of him. Didn't look like he was about to throw up, no shaky legs or bleeding noses... Ah-hah! Norway's facial expression, which clearly expressed the displeasure he was feeling now, could be explained with the forming bruise on the left side of his jaw and cheek.
Gilbert stood up, grabbing the white frock that he was supposed to be wearing during his working hours, and put it on. It was a bit wrinkled as Gilbert had previously been sitting on it, but he could take care of that later.
''Either way, tell me who treated you to that fancy bruise and cry on my awesome shoulder.'' Gilbert grinned while making his way to the adjacent room to fetch himself a glass of water for the hoarse throat and a painkiller for the headache. ''Got into a fight with your girlfriend? Boyfriend?'' He arched an eyebrow while pouring himself a glass of water.
''Neither. And it's none of your business in the first place. I got punched and it hurts. My jaw also clicked awkwardly.'' Norway explained, shrugging his shoulders. Crying on Gilbert's shoulder was certainly the last of things that he was planning to do in any kind of circumstances.
After a minute or so and a few painkillers Gilbert had returned with a pack of ice in his hands. He handed it over to the boy and sat down on the border of his desk. ''Well, think about it, maybe you deserved it with that attitude of yours.'' The nurse winked, that annoying smirk still on his lips.
Norway decided to keep his mouth shut this time as he pressed the pack of ice against the bruised side of his face. It was cool and the boy let out a relieved sigh.
''Take it off now, let me take a look.'' Gilbert instructed and stood up properly again, leaning closer to the boy as the bruise was revealed yet again. Gilbert ran his fingers along the other's jaw, feeling if anything was out of place there. ''Any problems moving your jaw?'' He asked and Norway shook his head in response.
After a bit Gilbert straightened up properly again, resting his hands on his hips. ''Well, doesn't seem like it would be disjointed. The swelling's only on one side too so I'll just put a gel on it and you'll be free to go, feeling much better as you will be cured by the awesome doctor Gilbert!''
If the other's ego would get any bigger, Norway was sure of that he'd dislocate Gilbert's jaw in a few seconds. But before he could voice his threats, the nurse had made his way back to the adjacent room, probably to get the gel for Norway, so he just pressed the ice pack back against his cheek till the man came back, holding a white tube.
Norway pulled the pack of ice away again and let Gilbert put generous amounts the gel on the side of his face. It was cold and after a bit there was a slight tingling feeling. ''This should do. If it still hurts a lot after a while or the pain increases, or in the worst case - if you have problems moving your jaw and the right side of it swells up too then rush to me and I'll cure you. If you want you can come back later today and I'll put on more of this on that pretty face of yours.'' Gilbert waved the gel in his hand and grinned widely. Obviously a certain someone felt like he had just saved someone from a slow, painful death.
Norway just gave a nod and stood up slowly, ready to make his way back to his room or maybe try to find Iceland, but the sound of Gilbert's voice made him stop this time.
''Also, try not to anger your brother again, as I see he has quite the right hook here.'' The man laughed as he screwed the cap back on the tube of the gel.
Norway's eyes widened as he looked back at the other man. ''How do you-'' He already started to question Gilbert when he was rudely cut off.
''He's probably the only person that could get away with hitting you without getting beat up himself and without you continuing the fight and turning it into me having a shitload of stitching up work to do.'' This time Gilbert's answer covered it pretty well. And it was true. Although Norway had gotten into a very very few fights over the years that he had spent here, most of the time his opponents ended up in a state much worse than himself. Mostly people just found the quiet boy slightly intimidating and wouldn't invade his personal space.
''And now get out, you're getting your geek germs on my awesome aura!'' Gilbert shoo-ed him off and Norway left without saying a word, deciding to just go back to his room without trying to find Iceland.
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A/N: My first proper hetalia fic that gets posted somewhere! Hoorraay. There's a lot of schoolfics floating around so I figured that there needs to be a nordic one.
Neither Norway or Iceland have human names yet. I thought of using random names that would seem fitting, but I just couldn't put a face to a name that isn't the official one. Have any suggestions? Or should I stick to 'Norway' and 'Iceland' till the official ones are out?
Also the title 'Devil in the details' is from a placebo song, I take no credit for that. Couldn't come up with anything original so that will have to do for now.
English isn't my first language, so if you see any mistakes - please point them out.