Part 1

It's raining In Oslo

Iceland's Pov:

It was raining… raining so hard it stung my bare legs as I ran through the empty streets. I could see a car's light in the distance, but it must have turned away.

Pant, pant.

After a while I stopped running; caching my breath. I leaned on my red knees as warm tears started to trickle from my eyes. I sniffled and wiped them away

"Shit!" I yelled out.

"Stop crying you jerk!"

As for the jerk I was talking of myself. But I had to keep moving. I ran until the sols of my feet burnt every time they hit the ground.

Is this a dream? If it was it'd be a nightmare. I thought to myself. I just couldn't tell anymore, dreams, nightmares, reality… It all became a jumble; a puzzle I can no longer solve.

Then I stopped before an orange house that belonged to my brother. I hastily walked up to the front door and reached out my hand to touch the door bell. But I stopped.

Am I second guessing? Am I too afraid? Did I come all this way just to catch a cold?

I shook my head.

"No." I said plainly as I pressed the key.

What have I done? Why am I doing this?

Soon the door was answered by my stoic brother. Norway. He is the same as ever; as if time had never gone by. But if it hadn't I wouldn't be here.

He opened his mouth, but the loud nose of the rain blocked my ears from hearing. I just moved forward, hugging him in desperation. I remember saying his name… but then things went black.

Norway's Pov:

"Ice?" I said, trying not to look too surprised.

It has been too long since I've seen her, she has changed recently… Her natural hair color has grown to reach half of her head with only a few inches of her shortly cut hair having a slight shimmer of silvery-gray. She also seems to be a great deal thinner; has she been eating properly?

She then fell in to my arms and said in a quiet voice "Nor…" Then she fainted.

I dragged her body over to my couch and closed the door. I sighed looking at her filthy body that was covered in various scraps and bruises.

What happened to her? She should have come sooner.

I walked over to her and held her hand in mine.

"You're so… cold." I said.

I always figured that she was cold due to her being a country near the Arctic Circle and all but it disturbed me at the same time.

I then placed my hand on her forehead.

"…cold…" I said.

Well maybe she was sick. That would explain it. After all Ice isn't one to lay burdens on people. Even when she is told it's alright.

I walked over to the bath and ran some warm water.

Maybe that will warm her…

After I filled the bath and cleaned her wounds I once again dragged her body over to the bathroom and started to remove her blood-stained clothing. Seeing her body isn't that new to me, even though she is vary self-conscious of it. Though I do seem to get some form of pleasure from it, but what man wouldn't; she was beautiful. Her skin was pale and fine with next to no imperfections on her skin.

I gave a short smirk at my thoughts as I picked her up and placed her cold body into the warm water.

A small smile came to my lips; she looked so much at peace, so beautiful…

After I caught my self staring at her I decided to wash her clothing; I needed to do my laundry any ways. So I picked up the articles to clothing and made my way to the lauderyroom.

Iceland's Pov:

I opened my eyes slowly.

"Where am I?" I asked instinctively.

Then I realize I was in Norway's bath.

I looked up to the shower head and the light tiled walls around me, to my right the bath curtain hid the rest of the room out of view.

I gazed around calmly; nothing really to be surprised about. Besides I've got too much on my mind.

I slipped my head into the water; covering my ears from the various noses around me. All I could hear is my breaths and the occasional drip from the silver foist.

After staring at the ceiling for a while I pushed myself up.

"The water is hot…" I said, slowly standing up.

I felt the cool air run on my bare skin as I took a step towards the foist. As I reached down I looked at my bare body.

He saw me? I smiled at the thought of Norway taking off my clothing, even though he probably thought nothing of it.

I picked the plug and placed it to the side and turned the tap on cold. I felt the freezing water on my warm hand. It's painful in a way… going form hot to cold.

I switched it to the shower and the cold water shocked my body. But I withstood it and took a final rinse.

When I turned the water off and wrapped myself in a white towel.

Looking around for my clothing, but with no success, I though that he probably threw it out; it was covered in blood.

And no doubt he is going to ask me all kinds of questions when he finds me. What happened? Why were you bleeding? Or better yet, why are you here? All of toughs would be legitimate questions.

After drying myself and once again wrapping the towel around me I opened the door, looking down a familiar hallway.

I wonder were he is… I thought to myself.

I made my way to his bed room; doubting that he'd actually be there.

His room hasn't changed at all. I smiled, remembering all the times that I've been there.

I opened his closet, where he kept his clothing, and took one of his white dress shirts and a pair of boxers. I sighed.

"I guess this will have to do…" I said to myself.

It's not like I aspect him to hold clothing just for me when I come over; that would be creepy.

After getting dressed and buttoning up the shirt, (which was almost long enough to cover the boxers fully). I placed the towel in his laundry hamper and sat on the edge of his bed.

What am I dong here? I thought to my self

"Arg..!" I said as I ruffled my face in my hands. "What is wrong with me?"

Then my body realized that in fact I was rather spent. I flopped on the bed and wrapped the cosy blankets around me; quickly falling to sleep.

Norway's Pov:

I finally finished some of my daily 'to-do list' things and decided to check on Iceland. I walked to the door and realized it was already open.

"Ice?" I called out in a hushed tone.

I then made a quick inspection of the washroom.

It looks like she left… I thought.

Then I started searching in some of the closer rooms with no sigh of her. Then I made my way to my bed room to see of for some reason she went in there.

Did she really leave so quickly? Did she leave without clothing? No, stop being a pervert; It is pouring outside; she wouldn't have left.

I opened my door and looked to my bed, seeing a big lump in blankets.

"So that's where you are…" I sighed in slight relief.

I then sat next to her; admiring her face. I reached out; lightly stroking her cheek with my hand.

No wonder she is tiered. I thought as I viewed her feet that had small blisters that haven't ruptured yet.

I smiled.

"So cute…"

I opened the covers and joined in resting next to her.

You wore that shirt. I smiled; remembering the time where she said I looked good in it.

I kissed her forehead and whispered: "*Jeg har savnet deg…" And I fell gently to sleep.

(*I've missed you in Norwegian. It can mean in a romantic way depending on the execution of the phrase. And I'll let you decide if it is or not. ;D)

Thank you for reading, I did edit this chapter and do plan on doing the same to the others due to my better knowledge of grammar and spelling. I have also changed a few things here and there that do with the story that I think makes it flow better and is more accurate of actually what I hade in mind in the first place.

I am sorry if there is still stuff wrong with the grammar and spelling, I do suck at that but I am improving.