Author's Note: Alright! Let's go! Let's do this! I'm revising this entire thing! Because I feel like my writing is incompetent, I'm revising the story. This story now has a super epic outline (Something I didn't have when I first began)! I suggest you read revised chapters, so that things make more sense, since a lot of revising has been done.

Also, updates might be inconsistent since I'm in school again.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I also do not own Bí, bí og blaka.

Characters:

Emil Steilsson ~ Iceland

Lukas Bondevik-Steilsson ~ Norway

Ada Steilsson ~ OC

Erik Steilsson ~ OC

Prologue: Licorice Story

Third Person

"Once upon a time-"

"Why do all your stories start with, 'Once upon a time'?"

"Emil, don't interrupt me, please."

"Yes, big brother."

"As I was saying, once upon a time, there was a little fairy boy," Lukas said, setting his phone on the table.

Lukas Bondevik-Steilsson was fourteen years old and the son of Ada Bondevik. When he was five years old, however, his mother remarried. His mother's last name changed, while he gained a second one. From that point on he was Lukas Bondevik-Steilsson.

And when Lukas turned seven years old, he was no longer Lukas Bondevik-Steilsson, only son of Ada and step-son of Erik, no, Lukas was now the eldest son of Ada and Erik. Because the greatest thing to come into Lukas' life was born, a month after his birthday, and Lukas could not have asked for a better birthday gift.

Emil Steilsson was seven years old, the youngest son of Ada and Erik and the baby brother of Lukas. Sadly, he would be the last son of Ada and Erik. Ada Steilsson had died while giving birth to the little bundle of joy, sacrificing her life for his.

The death of his mother had hit Lukas like a brick against glass. His whole world had shattered in a matter of only a few hours, and it left a mental scar on his young mind. What child wouldn't feel terrible after witnessing their mother's death?

It was Emil's presence that stopped Lukas from becoming a complete recluse. His mother's death had been terrible, especially since Lukas had been in the room when he saw his mother take his last breath. Emil, however, he would never know his mother. The constant presence of a child that needed attention kept Lukas busy and didn't give him as much time to brood. And although Lukas had at first been a little bitter to Emil, after a year, the two had practically become inseparable.

Often times, when Lukas came home from school, mentally exhausted and completely done with the world, it was Emil who cheered him up. The oblivious child would beg his brother to play with him, tugging at his sleeves and whining to him with the gurgled words of a still-learning mind.

No matter how bad a day he was having, Lukas would gladly comply to whatever Emil wanted.

"He had wings so strong that he could blow a mountain away," Lukas continued. He motioned for his little brother to move aside on the bed.

The two brothers were currently in Lukas' room. At Emil's insistence, they were having a "sleep over". Their father, Erik, was supposed to join them, but had an excessive amount of paperwork to complete. So now, the only members of the "sleep over" was Lukas, Emil, and Emil's stuffed puffin, which he affectionately called Mr. Puffin.

"Lukas, does the fairy boy like licorice?" Emil asked, moving over so that his big brother had room on the bed too.

He offered a small smile to the younger boy, as he took his place on the large bed. "Of course he does," Lukas said, pulling the blanket up for both of them.

A silence filled the bedroom. Lukas stared at his brother, waiting for his inevitable comments, since Emil always seemed to have something to say about his stories.

"That was a sad story," Emil mumbled, ducking his head underneath the blanket. He stretched his hands around him, trying to look for his stuffed friend under the blanket. Unknowingly, he had left his stuffed puffin on top of the covers.

He could hear his older brother's soft chuckle at the statement. "But it has an important lesson, Emil," Lukas said, patting where Emil's covered head was.

Emil gave no response.

Instead, Emil popped his head out of the blanket, causing Mr. Puffin to fly up.

A yelp escaped from the younger boy's throat, and almost immediately, Lukas' hands flew up to catch the toy.

"Thank you big brother," Emil mumbled, reaching out for the puffin that was still in his sibling's hands. His short arms stretched as far as they possibly could, fingers wiggling in anticipation as he waited for his older brother to give him his friend.

"Do you know what the story's lesson is, Emil?" Lukas asked, holding the stuffed toy farther away from his brother's reach. He had not planned to ask Emil if he knew the moral of the story he had just read him, but the opportunity had appeared and the idea had formed in his head already, so he supposed that he might as well act.

"I don't know, big brother. Can I have Mr. Puffin now?" Emil said, leaning forward in an attempt to get to the toy.

"I'll give you Mr. Puffin if you tell me what the moral of the story was," Lukas said, gently batting away Emil's hands once they got a little too close to the puffin.

Emil pouted, crossing his arms and turning so that he didn't face his brother. He sat up on the bed now, legs tucked underneath him. Occasionally, his eyes would dart to Lukas, who was petting the top of Mr. Puffin's head and looking at him expectantly.

A sigh escaped him, and Emil turned back to face his brother.

"Well, he had those wings that were really, really strong," Emil began, his hands moving through the air to exaggerate his words further, "His life was super fun until he lost the wings. I think you were trying to tell me that life isn't easy without wings."

Lukas laughed a little, a hand reaching out to ruffle Emil's hair. It had not been the answer he was looking for, but he was content that Emil had at least tried, if only just a little bit.

"I was trying to tell you to not take things for granted, Emil," he said, handing Mr. Puffin to the boy.

"I don't know what 'for granted' means," Emil said, eagerly taking his friend back from his brother. He squeezed the puffin close to his chest, arms wrapping around it protectively.

"Emil, I'm trying to say that you should be thankful for what you have now, like Mr. Puffin," Lukas replied, turning off the lamp so that the room became enveloped in darkness. He heard his brother squeak at the sudden absence in light. The covers were then pulled back up, resting nice and snug on top of the brothers.

"Goodnight, big brother."

"Goodnight, Emil."

"Big brother?" a small voice mumbled, drowned in sleepiness. Emil's eyes were still closed when he sat up in the bed. Wiping the sleep from his eyes, he looked up to see Lukas, who was standing in the doorway to the bedroom.

"Emil! Why are you awake?" Lukas whispered, dropping what was in his hands to rush over to his little brother. He went to the side of the bed where his brother had been sleeping.

The drowsy boy didn't answer the question. "Why are you awake?" Emil said, asking his brother the same question that he had been asked.

"I-I'm just going to use the bathroom," Lukas said, "Go back to sleep, Emil."

"But I can't, will you sing me a lullaby?" Emil asked, one of his hands reaching out and gripping onto the sleeve of Lukas' shirt.

"Of course I will, Emil. As long as you promise to fall asleep," he said, sitting on the bed beside him. Emil nodded, laying his head back down onto the pillow. Lukas was silent for a few moments, before coughing awkwardly to warm up his voice.

"Bí, bí og blaka álftirnar kvaka."

A cold hand ran through Emil's hair, but he didn't mind, if anything, Emil found it comforting. His brother's hands always seemed to be cold, even when Emil tried to warm them with his own. But Lukas' touch always provided a different type of warmth, like that of a mother's hand comforting their child.

"Ég læt sem ég sofi en samt mun ég vaka."

Emil curled up, Mr. Puffin held close to his chest, and his knees tucked in. The blanket twisted a little, but was otherwise undisturbed in its position atop the boy. It was a heartwarming sight, if one happened to see it. An older brother singing softly despite a hoarse voice. It was just enough to coax the younger brother to sleep.

"Bíum, bíum, bamba, börnin litlu ramba,"

By now, Emil's eyes were closed. He was still awake, but just barely. Lukas' lullabies were always a sure way to put him to sleep, especially when they were in Icelandic. Lukas had learned Icelandic, with a little help from Emil's father, so that he could help Emil learn it. He didn't speak in Icelandic much, only when he was teaching Emil or when the special occasion arose that he would sing.

"...fram á fjallakamba ad leita sér lamba."

Emil always loved it when Lukas sang, and before he knew it, he had fallen back into slumber.

Emil woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up in bed.

He had had a terrible nightmare, just like the story Lukas told him. In his dream, he had been the fairy boy. And he had been soaring so high above the clouds, his big brother and father cheering him on from down below. Suddenly, however, he was falling. When he landed on the ground, he could not see his brother or dad anywhere, and was instead surrounded by his classmates. They laughed and teased him, shouting harsh names that a child their age shouldn't even know. One child had even picked up a rock, aiming at him.

Thankfully, Emil had woken up before the rock could hit him.

"L-lukas? Big brother, where are you?" Emil whimpered, getting out of the bed. It felt so empty and cold, and he wanted to get out of it as fast as he could.

There was a feeling of dread in his heart as he looked around the room, hoping that his brother might be there. The fluorescent lights of the digital clock told Emil that it was way too early for him to be awake. His own, aching head told him to go back to bed.

Mr. Puffin in hand, Emil journeyed out of the room, once he saw that Lukas was not in there. He made his way towards the bathroom, thinking that maybe his brother was still in there. Emil had not made note of the time when he had woken up earlier that night, and so had no idea how long it had been since he fell back asleep.

The lights in the bathroom nearby were not on. He made his way downstairs, where the other bathroom was. In his head, Emil thought that Lukas might have wanted to go to the bathroom downstairs instead. However, when he reached it, there was no one in them, either.

Along the way back up, Emil looked through the kitchen and even the living room. The results were the same, though. He found no trace of his big brother.

"Pabbi! Pabbi, wake up!" Emil whispered, climbing on top of his dad's sleeping form.

Erik stirred in his sleep a little, turning onto his side and causing Emil to promptly fall off the bed. He hit the floor with a loud thud. However, Emil was quickly back up again, climbing back onto the bed. He took a deep breath, before leaping onto his dad.

"Andskotinn! Eh? Emil, what are you doing?" Erik asked as he sat up on the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, staring wearily at his youngest son.

"Pabbi I can't find bróðir!"

"Hvað?" Erik exclaimed, shooting out of bed, suddenly awake. he grabbed Emil, lifting him up off the bed and into his arms instead. In return, one of Emil's hands gripped tightly onto his dad's sleeping shirt, holding on tightly.

Instead of taking Emil through the house with him to help him search, however, Erik brought the small boy back to his bedroom.

"Emil, wait here, you should get more sleep," he said.

A whine escaped Emil's mouth, and his arms reached up to grab onto the sleeve of his father's shirt. However, as he was about to protest more, a large yawn escaped his mouth. When the boy glanced at his digital clock, he could see the blurry numbers that glared at him with their neon glow. It hurt his head to stare at it. Mr. Puffin being placed in his hands and the blanket being pulled up to his chest, Emil was finding it harder and harder to keep his consciousness.

As he slipped back into sleep, Emil watched his dad leave the room.

Author's Note: How did I do? I'm really excited for the new plans I've made for this fanfic! Anyway, thanks for reading! Reviews are much appreciated!