A Family You Choose

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters, no matter how much I wish I did.

Pairings: Iceland/Sweden; England/China and Norway/Denmark

Warnings: Probably OOCness with most of the characters.

Chapter One: Caught!

Iceland let out a content sigh as he allowed himself to curl up comfortably into the cushioned armchair he had seated himself in as soon as he was sure the house was empty. The rest of the Nordics, namely Norway and Denmark, had all been supposedly called away on some form of business with their respective governments leaving the youngest alone. Taking advantage of the rare opportunity, Iceland had vacated his room, being able to sit in the living room in peace. He wouldn't have to listen to Denmark's scathing remarks and jokes, nor put up with Norway's irritating overprotective antics and Finland's excessive chatter about nothing at all.

Those were just a few of the reasons why the Icelandic nation stowed away in his room, for the most part, he was beginning to feel smothered by all of the mollycoddling his self-proclaimed brothers were giving him on an almost daily bases. He was beginning to resent them. Just because he was the youngest of the Nordic five as their small group was known as didn't mean that he was incapable of dealing with his own politics and leading his own life without the constant hovering!

Well, he was only released and recognised as a fully sovereign nation in 1918 but that didn't have to mean he was ignorant to the running of his own nation.

Soon Iceland found himself pulled away from the book he was supposed to be reading and subsequently his thoughts by the sounds of the front door being carefully opened and closing seconds later with a soft click. Light footsteps could be heard echoing down the hallway as they made their way towards the living room. Uncurling himself from his comfortable position on the chair, Iceland watched with baited breath as a tall figure walked confidently into the room making their way to himself. A small welcoming smile made its way to the small nations face as he watched the other return the gesture immediately.

As soon as the taller male had crossed the large living room he crouched down slightly, resting his briefcase on the floor at the side of the chair before brushing a soft chaste kiss to the Icelandic nation's lips before pulling back to gaze into sparkling violet eyes.

"I'm back, Is."

"Welcome home, Svi. How was your meeting?"

Iceland chuckled breathlessly at Sweden who crinkled his nose up unhappily, the noise soon turned into a squeak of surprise when Iceland found himself being picked up from his seat only to be placed on the older man's lap when he stole the chair.

"Long."

He offered up once he had made himself comfortable in the seat, sighing almost happily when Iceland leant back into his warm body, the younger making himself comfortable in his new perch against a firm chest while strong arms responded by wrapping themselves securely around a thin waist.

"Well at least it is over, and you are in the company of better people now."

Iceland offered a cheeky grin to the Swede who simply grunted in response, leaning his head forward Sweden happily rests his chin upon the smaller nation's shoulder relaxing completely after his almost disastrous meeting with the government. He closed his eyes as the two sat listening to the crackle of the fire which was echoing through the silent room as its only occupants relished in the others company.

"Hey, Svi?"

Iceland questions softly, not wanting to break the peaceful atmosphere of the room.

"Hmmm?"

"Do you know when Noregur and Danmörk said they were coming home?"

Sweden shook his head at the younger nation's enquiry, not entirely sure why Iceland was asking about his brother and the other Nordic but shrugging it off as just a simple question. He was startled though, when Iceland smiles brightly at his answer, being careful not to dislodge himself from the other's grip, the younger nation turns around placing a knee on either side of the large man's hips straddling him comfortably. He sends a small mischievous smirk to his partner, the expression dancing across his pale lips making the Swede raise a blond eyebrow in response.

"I missed you, Svi."

Iceland mumbles, Sweden can feel a heavy blush dusting itself across his pale cheeks at the emotions flickering in the younger nation's violet eyes. Tugging him closer the Swedish man places a loving kiss to his partner's lips offering up a rare, affectionate smile to the other as he responds softly.

"Missed you too, Is."

The Northern nation smiles widely at the man whose lap he was seated in before leaning forward slowly, he watches almost in a trance as Sweden's blue eyes slide closed, as the others face tilts to the right slightly before closing his own eyes as their lips meet once more. This time, however, it was not as chaste. Their lips move together with practised ease, like a dance reserved solely for the other to indulge in, one which had been practice on multiple occasions to perfect.

Sweden found himself relaxing into the familiar movement, one of his larger hands being placed on the lower back of the man in his lap pulling him that much closer, trying to eliminate the small space still between their bodies. While his other hand cups the smaller cheek caressing the smooth pale bones beneath his thumb lovingly.

Iceland responds enthusiastically, having missed this close contact as the pair could rarely find time to be alone together as of late. He began running his thin delicate fingers through the short blond tuffs, feeling its silky texture as it tangles around said fingers. He sighs happily when the feeling of a warm, wet tongue swipes gently across his lower lip before it is pulled between teeth. The older man worries Iceland's lip between his teeth for a second before smoothing the already bruising skin with his tongue.

Iceland gasps at the sudden spark of pleasure which shoots down his spine at the gentle caress making him shiver slightly, and open his mouth invitingly. He feels his lips smiling when Sweden tilts his head more, deepening the already erotic kiss as his tongue slowly slithers its way into the younger one's mouth. He runs his tongue against Iceland's enticing it into a more intimate dance. The warm appendixes twirl around each other, stroking, teasing as both men feel the beginnings of arousal sparking through their already slightly frazzled nerves. They shift even closer together, this time leaving not a hairs-breath between their clothed bodies as they clutch to each other desperately.

The white-haired man gasps once more when he feels cold, calloused fingers slipping beneath the fabric of his jumper, stroking the sensitive skin of his lower back brushing just above the waistband of his jeans teasingly. Moaning as those fingers trace the dimple there, Iceland tugs sharply on the blond strands detaching his lips from the others, smirking at the whimper of loss from the older man, he attaches his now free mouth to the pale skin which is peeking out from the man's collared shirt.

Sweden allows a moan of pleasure to pass through his lips at his younger lover's actions, delighting at the feeling of Iceland's teeth nipping playfully at the skin of his neck just above the hammering of his pulse. His rising arousal making him that much more sensitive.

"Is."

A deep voice murmurs into the pale white-blond hair when his earlobe is sucked into an eager mouth, before being released just as quickly and this is when Sweden realises that his young partner is enjoying the control he has over Sweden, pleased that he can entice such a reaction from the usually stoic nation. A soft question hum comes from the small nation buried in his neck at the murmur.

Shifting in the chair they were still seated in, Sweden grips Iceland's hair softly, tugging the younger man away from his likely bruised neck, claiming the soft lips once more subjecting the smaller man into a bruising kiss full of longing, desire, love and deep burning passion.

Both moan loudly as their lips close around each other once more, the kiss a frenzy of tongues and teeth as their hips begin to move together, the sparks of pleasure shooting through their veins at the friction. Neither of them is paying attention to the world around them as they lose themselves in the arousal, the feel of the other against them. They don't notice when Iceland's book falls from its place on the arm of the chair at their eager movements. Nor do they notice the fading crackle of the fire as the flames slow down into bright embers. They don't hear the front door opening nor when it closes seconds later, the sound of footsteps heading in their direction doesn't even break through the bubble surrounding them.

Their world simply consists of only the other as they bath in the passion building between them as hands move beneath clothes drifting along heated skin as the fiery throngs of pleasure, which has begun to zip through each and every cell within their bodies at their exploration.

That is until…

"What the hell is going on here?"

Abruptly broken out of their loving daze, Iceland rips his mouth from Sweden's who just manages to prevent a whine of protest from leaving his throat. The younger turns his head to look over his shoulder before jumping up from Sweden's lap desperately as his face turns bright red upon spotting not only his older brother standing in the doorway but also Denmark and Finland. All three were looking at the scene with confusion and astonishment.

Iceland and Sweden exchange an embarrassed and slightly worried glance, both nervous at the reaction of their fellow Nordics seen as none of them knew of their relationship and the scene they had come face to face with was not ideal. Iceland and Sweden were both flushed, their breathing was laboured as their chests heaved with trying to pull in some much-needed oxygen, their lips were swollen and bruised and their appearances were dishevelled.

"Noregur."

Iceland breathed quietly, dreading the response from his older brother probably more so than the other nations even with one of them being Sweden ex-wife. Valiantly trying not to look at the widening smirk on Denmark's face and the deepening blush which was starting to spread across Finland's cheeks; Iceland takes a deep breath before looking Norway directly in the eyes. Refusing to be intimidated by the black glare his partner was currently receiving.

"Island? Care to explain what you were doing?"

Iceland has to prevent himself from snorting with laughter at the question. Seriously, how was Norway expecting him to answer such a stupid question posed by the older nation when he had clearly witnessed what he and Sweden had been up to just seconds previous.

"Ummm. Kissing Svíþjóð…"

Denmark quickly brings a hand up to cover his mouth attempting to stifle to snickers from behind Norway, at the monotonous tone of the youngest Nordic. Finding his answer amusing, though he quickly closes his mouth at the black glare Norway turns his way before facing Iceland once again. Norway crosses his arms, not amusing in the slightest by his younger brother's cheek.

"Yes, I could see that."

Norway raises an eyebrow at his younger brother, who simply responds with an emotionless mask, the flush having disappeared from his cheeks and his breathing finally getting under control.

"Well, what else did you expect me to say? You asked me a stupid question so I decided to answer with the obvious. If you didn't want a stupid response you should have specified."

Iceland raised a white eyebrow at his older brother, smirking at the growing red splotches which were beginning to appear on the usually pale cheeks and the anger which was burning in mostly expressionless eyes. He knows that he probably shouldn't be winding his brother up like this but what he did with his life outside of business wasn't really any of his brother's concern. It wasn't like Norway divested every single detail of his own life to the others anyway so why did he think Iceland should.

"What I meant was why the hell was you kissing Sverige!"

Iceland looks at his brother in what could only be described as exasperation before changing a quick glance at Sweden who, besides composing himself, was watching Norway with a wary expression. Finland had scampered off into the kitchen for refreshments, but Iceland thought that he just wanted to escape the growing tension as Norway and Denmark finally step into the front room. After a few seconds of silence, Norway grips his arms in white knuckles, his foot starting to tap an impatient rhythm on the floor.

"Well?"

Iceland looks back at his brother sighing heavily as he shakes his head, he looks mournfully at Norway as he brushes a hand through his hair before mimicking the other by crossing his arms over his chest staring defiantly at the older nation.

"I don't know what you expect me to say, Noregur. Would you prefer I tell you that Svíþjóð and I are dating or that we were both bored and decided to shag to pass the time? I have no idea why this has anything to do with you though seen as it is my life and the last time I check I was an independent nation. Which means that you do not get to dictate my life Noregur and I would appreciate it if you would stop trying to control every little thing I do."

"Oh, it seems like little Icey has finally grown a pair! He's growing up so fast."

Denmark coos mockingly, snickering to himself as Iceland turns to glare at the Danish nation, hating the fact that despite Norway always going on about protecting his little brother he would allow his friend to continuously bully and belittle him. Refusing to sink to the level of older nations childish antics, Iceland simply turns his attention back to Norway who was glaring fiercely.

"I disagree, Island. I am your guardian which means that you will do as I say! I only want to protect you Lille bror and I cannot do that if I do not know what you are doing and who you are with, where. I am not trying to control you but trying to keep you out of harm's way! If that means locking you in your room unless you are needed for world meeting and country duties? Then so be it!"

"I am no longer a colony Noregur! I can take care of myself well enough and you can bloody well bet that I am under no obligation to tell you everything that goes on in my life. If you are wanting me to tell you every detail then I expect you to start, lead by example eh Noregur? This is why I never told you about Svi and I because we knew that you would react like this! I knew you wouldn't approve, no matter what we told you! All we wanted was some time to settle into OUR relationship before you barge your way in demanding answers and ruin everything!"

"I don't care what you thought you were doing! Or what you thought I would believe and how I would act! I refuse to allow you to date him! It is out of the question, I am putting my foot down Island! You are not allowed to date that man and that is final!"

"Hvað? You cannot be serious! I will date whoever I want to date and you don't have a bloody say in the matter so get used to it! I am, my own country now Noregur, you do not have any control over me anymore and I refuse to let you dictate my life anymore!"

Norway, having lost all patience with the conversation, storms over to his younger brother who now looks at his rapidly approaching brother with trepidation. Face burning red with anger and frustration, eyes flashing with barely repressed fury he grips Iceland by the elbow violently, dragging the resisting nation out of the room harshly ignoring the cries of both surprise and pain.

"You live under my roof, Island and when I tell you not to do something you will not do it! I am not allowing you to date Sverige and you have no say in the matter! I don't want to know any stupid reasons as to why you thought to keep this from me was a good idea but I am ending this now!"

Iceland struggles in his brother's vice-like grip knowing that his arm was going to be bruised later, he protests his brother's words but they fall on deaf ears. Being hurled out of the sitting room with brutal force. Iceland feels the beginnings of fear rising when Norway throws him towards the stairs causing him to fall against them painfully. His knees hit against the edge with a resounding thud as his forehead smashes against the end of the bannister making his eyes blur and his vision fuzzy.

Turning shakily towards Norway, Iceland has to force himself not to break out into fearful tears as he looks up into his brother's face. Never had his brother turned violent with him, no matter what it was that he had done or said in the past but here he was, curled up on the floor after being tossed there by Norway.

"You will go up to your room and wait there for me! I will deal with you later!"

Norway snarls the words out between clenched teeth before turning abruptly and storming back into the front room, the door slamming behind him making Iceland wince at the sound echoing through the otherwise quiet house. The thick wood blocking out any chance of the Island nation overhearing the discussion going on behind its surface. Shuddering at the thought of what Norway meant by, deal with him later, Iceland climbs to his feet wobbling on his quivering legs. Gripping hold of the bannister to keep himself steady, the young nation begins to limp his way up the stairs, his knees screaming in agony as his vision continues to swim with each step.

After a very long and painful trek to his room, Iceland slams the door shut before locking it from the inside knowing that if Norway were to try and open it, it should hold true. Feeling that the wooden structure would at least protect him from his older brother, Iceland finally allows his tears to fall. Collapsing onto his bed, the young Nordic nation buries his face into his pillow ignoring the words of his Puffin as he clutches the fabric in his shaking fists, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs.

He didn't know how long he cried for but by the times his tears cease, his eyes were stinging, red and puffy matching the ache of the rest of his body.

Wiping the remnants of tears from his cheeks, Iceland slowly pulls himself up so that he is resting against the headboard wanting to check the time on his phone. Reaching over to his bedside table Iceland, upon glancing at the screen, allows himself to smile slightly once realising that he received multiple texts from both Sweden and Hong Kong.

Desperate to know what had transpired downstairs once he had been escorted out of the room, Iceland hastily opens the chat between Sweden and himself, scrolling to the first message he received over an hour ago. Reading the text slowly, allowing his addled mind to process each word individually before feeling his heartbreak within his chest.

Hey, Island, I am sorry for not talking to you before I left but Norge kicked me out of the house before I got the chance. I wanted to inform you about what was said during the conversation between Me, Danmork, and Norge so I will have to text you.

Island? I don't think our relationship is going to work out in the long term, I am sorry that I couldn't tell you this in person.

I want you to know that I still have feelings for you but it just isn't going to work out between us. I would rather keep you as a friend and my alliances with Norge and Danmork than lose you forever. I hope you can forgive me, Is.

Blinking back another wave of fresh tears, Iceland turns his attention to the messages his friend Hong Kong had sent him, hoping that whatever Hong Kong had written would make him feel better and take his mind from the pain growing in his chest, even slightly.

Opening the message with growing trepidation, Iceland tries to read them through his tears but it is increasingly difficult when he finally loses the fight and they start to fall down his cheeks rapidly.

Hey Ice, we haven't spoken in a while. How are you doing? You wouldn't believe where I currently am! Just made it to China's house, gonna stay here for a few weeks, how awesome is that!

Icey, you wouldn't believe what my old man just told me! England has been given time off and is going to be staying with us! Cannot believe it!

Hey Ice? Is everything alright? You haven't responded and it has been over 2 hours? Answer me as soon as possible.

Iceland allows a breathless chuckle to escape at his friend's obvious excitement, pleased that Hong Kong is having such a good time with both his parental figures, spending time with the people who looked after him and cared for him unconditionally. Rereading the final message, Iceland quickly types out a response, not wanting his friend to worry too much. He thinks about what he wants to tell his friend, reiterating the events which had happened just a few hours prior.

He explains Norway's reaction to finding out about his relationship with Sweden, after finding them in such a position; the overly violent reaction the other had had and the subsequent messages from Sweden. He expresses his worries with staying in the house while Norway was still angered and divulges his panic over his painful bruising.

Fully expecting the onslaught of frantic messages from the other nation, Iceland still feels a comforting warmth spreading through his chest at both the worry and the care which Hong Kong was showing for him as a smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

Don't worry Icey, I explained some things to Maami and Dedi and they said that it would be alright if you came to stay with us for a while until everything has calmed down and you feel safe enough to return. They pretty much demanded it actually!

They are allowing me to come and get you!

Will be there as soon as I can, Ice

Make sure to pack enough for 3 weeks as you will be staying with us until at least the world meeting in 2 weeks' time! Try to stay away from Norway as much as possible until I can get you out of there!

Iceland laughs once more at the fact that Hong Kong was calling China and England his mother and father even though, last time Iceland heard, the two had separated. He could feel that warmth from earlier spread through his numb limbs at the thoughtfulness of his friends and the acceptance of both England and China allowing him to stay in their home without any questions.

Iceland sits on his bed for a few seconds, resting his aches for a bit longer before dragging himself out of the bed slowly. Creeping as quietly as possible, Iceland sneaks across the hall into the adjacent bathroom praying that Norway was already in bed and that he would at least wait until tomorrow to have his discussion, seen as it was already late.

Not that he was going to open the door for the man anyway.

Quickly showering under the hot water, trying to ease some of the pain away, Iceland runs back across the hall slamming his bedroom door shut and locking it once more before breathing a deep sigh of relief. Crossing over to his draws, Iceland dresses in a pair of warm pyjamas before sliding under his covers.

He would pack his bags tomorrow.

Two days later, as promised, Hong Kong climbs up the side of the large house, using the tree as the support as he slips through an open window in his friend's room. The Asian nation looks around the room for Iceland, spotting his friend's small frame still curled up under the covers of his bed. Rolling his eyes, Hong Kong slowly approaches the bed, throwing back the covers before pulling the small European nation into a tight embrace feeling the shivers racking up and down the thin body.

"Hey Ice, how are you dealing?"

Upon not receiving a response, Hong Kong pulls back to glance at the man in his arms giving him a once over and frowning at the state his friend was in. Iceland's skin was paler than usual; his eyes were sunken slightly surrounded by the beginnings of black bags indicating that he hadn't been sleeping properly. The usual violet orbs were bloodshot, red and puffy as if the younger Nordic nation had spent the past two days crying. His form was also skinnier than last time Hong Kong had seen him showing he hadn't eaten properly since before he had sent the messages either.

"Hey, Icey? Did you pack your things? I want to get you out of here as soon as possible."

The smaller teen pulls away reluctantly from his friend's soothing embrace, his dull violet eyes blinking a few times rapidly before focusing on the Asian teen in front of him. He offers a small smile while rubbing his stinging eyes gently, feeling comforted by the worried frown his friend was directing towards him.

"Hey Hong. I am holding as well as expected. Noregur has been hammering on my door at all hours trying to get me to come out and talk to him. I don't want to see him, Hong, I am terrified of what he is going to do and say to me."

Almost subconsciously Iceland brushes his fingers against the black bruise painted across his forehead, Hong Kong gasps his eyes going wide at the injury. Bringing his hand up to brush the injury gently he locks gazes with Iceland.

"This is from when he pushed you? What about your knees and your arms? He must have left some marks there as well with how hard he would have had to grab you!"

Hong Kong panicked slightly upon seeing the equally as dark bruises decorating Iceland's elbow, five finger-shaped injuries, and the once circling his knees. Iceland however, shrugs off the concern.

Pulling himself painfully from his perch on the bed, the white-haired teen walks slowly towards his wardrobe glad that his vision had stopped blushing. Pulling some clothes from the hangers in his wardrobe unfazed by the worried gaze of Hong Kong he dresses quickly.

Hong Kong watches as Iceland pulls two bags from under his bed each packed with whatever the Icelandic teen would need for the next couple of weeks. Shaking his head with playful exasperation, Hong Kong grabs one of the bags, flinging it over his shoulder before strolling towards the window.

Turning to face Iceland he smiles brightly.

Well, come on, Ice. Maami and Dedi are expecting us back soon."

"I'm coming."

Hong Kong watches carefully as Iceland places a pre-written note on his bedside table before following the Asian nation out the window both trying to be as silent as possible lest Norway spot them.

A/N

Hey guys, this is a first for me, I have never written a SwedenXIceland fanfiction before so this is going to be a challenge. I have based this fiction on a dream I had last night and wanted to see if I could write it before I forgot. The main thing I thought was that Iceland is portrayed as a teenager in human years and he has never really had any parental figures. He has had Norway, his brother and Denmark who, in all honesty, was a bit of a bully to the nations under his rule. I felt bad for him so have decided to give Iceland the parents he should have. Review if you can!

Anyway, here are some translations from this chapter;

Icelandic

Noregur/Noregi - Norway

Danmörk - Denmark

Svíþjóð - Sweden

Hvað - What

Norwegian

Island - Iceland

Sverige - Sweden

Lille Bror - Little Brother

Swedish

Norge - Norway

Danmork - Denmark

Island - Iceland

Cantonese

Maami - Mother

Dedi - Father