The Harem
Chapter One
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Collaboration between CuteArtsyDoll and WolfTooth.
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Friday night. It was a Friday night and he was at home working on schoolwork. He was quite the exciting sixteen year old. Most guys his age went out with their girlfriends on Friday nights or hung out with their friends to wreck havoc on their town. Not Iceland though. No, he was stuck at home. He couldn't get a date, let alone a girlfriend, and all of his school friends were out with their girlfriends. He sighed as he tapped his pencil on the desk and gazed out the window at the setting sun. He thought about his best friend, Hong Kong, The two of them used to hang out every weekend, that was until he got a girlfriend. Now he doesn't even text him or hang out with him.
Iceland crossed his arms and placed his head on his desk. He was about to doze off when a series of knocks came from his bedroom door. "Emil?" A voice asked, it was his older brother, Norway. "Emil are you awake?" Iceland sat up, "Yeah, you can come in. Door's unlocked." The doorknob turned and Norway stepped in, "Hey Emil. Just letting you know that Mathias and I are leaving for the evening."
Even his older brother could score a date, considering he was in a relationship with the Dane. "Have fun," Iceland uttered under his breath and flipped through his rejected textbook. Norway approached him and gingerly placed a concerned hand on his shoulder, "Hey, what's wrong?" The teenager shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know. Everyone has somebody and here I am," he twisted around to face his brother, "single and lonely."
Norway pat Iceland's shoulder, "That's alright. You're young. You have plenty of time to go on dates." Iceland turned away, "Yeah, well it really sucks being the only one of my friends who doesn't have anything to do on a Friday night." Norway sighed, "That'll change Emil, you'll find someone. See you either later tonight or tomorrow." With that, Norway left the bedroom and the sulky teenager.
Strolling casually over to his cheerful boyfriend by the front door, he frowned slightly at the thought of Iceland's crestfallen face. He honestly felt sorry for his little brother. Admittedly, Iceland's appearance was charming and any women would fall for him. Those high school girls didn't know a handsome guy when they saw one. He could partially understand why Iceland had trouble with the women. Not that he was attracted to the opposite gender, but he had observed a lot in his life. He noticed that a lot of females go for the guys that treat them like dirt. Iceland is what you would call the nice guy. Unfortunately for him, nice guys usually do finish last.
Norway walked out the door with Denmark. His mind was still focused on Iceland though. He wished he had some way to help the guy at least get noticed or have some experience with the way girls work. That's probably what Iceland needed: Experience. Teenage girls like a guy that knew what he was doing when it came to relationships. They didn't like the awkward, uncomfortable beginning relationship stages. Which, sadly, is where Iceland fell in the experience spectrum. He was just an awkward guy.
"How about we go for a walk on the beach, Nor?" Denmark yanked Norway out of his thoughts and caressed the side of his face. Norway adored the spontaneous, romantic side of Denmark. "Mmm, maybe sex on the beach afterwards?" Norway flirted with his partner as they reversed out of the driveway. "I like the sound of that," Denmark purred, leaning over to press their lips together. Norway smiled to himself. 'Ja, Emil needs this type of attention...'
Iceland got up and was going to leave his bedroom to get something to eat when someone knocked again. "Emil?" This time it was Finland. "Yeah, Tino?" The door opened and the slightly taller Finnish man stepped inside, "Berwald and I are going to dinner. Just thought I'd let you know." Iceland sighed, "Have fun." He wasn't going to go over his relationship woes again. Anyways, he wasn't as close to Finland as he was with Norway. Finland smiled, "Have a good night Emil!" Finland closed the bedroom door behind him and not much later Iceland heard the front door close as well. Iceland walked through the silent house and into the kitchen. Guess a sandwich would have to be a good enough dinner for him.
Meanwhile, Hong Kong took a picture of him and a few random girls that were friends with his girlfriend. He sent it to his best friend to show him what he is missing. "Yeah, my best friend Emil is pretty awkward but he's a nice guy." One of the girls grimaced over the loud club music, "Wait, Emil Steilsson? That kid that sits by himself and doodles constantly?" Hong Kong roared with laughter in response to her question, "Yeah, that's my brother from another mother." After he said that, he sent the picture to Iceland with a caption that read, 'Looks like you're missing out bro. Better luck next time!'
Iceland's phone vibrated in his pocket and he looked at it. It was from Hong Kong. Iceland rolled his eyes, it was probably another picture of him kissing his girlfriend or something. He opened it anyways and saw what it was. Hong Kong could be a dick sometimes. He knew all of those girls were just his girlfriend's friends. He thought about responding with something like 'Would have been nice to be invited.' But he didn't want to sound desperate.
Almost everyone at his high school attended the party at the privately owned club. "Will I ever find love? Is it really too much to ask for?" Sighing out for the umpteenth time, Iceland finished his sandwich and trudged back to his room down the hallway. His bedroom was unfortunately situated next to Norway and Denmark's bedroom. Therefore, he would, on countless occasions, hear them making love all night long.
He plopped down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was miserably lonely. He wanted to fall asleep right then and there, but he just wasn't tired yet. Denmark had told him multiple times that he should go after guys; they were much easier to get along with and way more fun than girls were. Iceland had considered it too, but he just wasn't attracted to men the way everyone else in his household was. He thought girls were beautiful with their dainty figures and pretty eyes. The way they talked and walked just made his heart skip beats. He'd never feel that way about guys. He rolled over on his side, he really hoped Norway's words were true and that he'd find a date someday.
While Iceland slid his eyes shut in his darkened bedroom, Norway and Denmark were enjoying their date at the beach. "I'm so lucky," Denmark would sigh out in a 'hopelessly in love' tone as he embraced his lover beside the crashing seashore. Norway blushed at the flattery from the taller man. "I'm happy to have you in my life, Den." Even though Norway was distracted by Denmark's flirty attitude, his thoughts revolved around Iceland. There had to be something that he could do to cheer the teenager up. Perhaps he could use his magic. He searched his mind for the possible spells that he read in his book.
Norway played around with the idea of a love charm, he wasn't very good with those, but his friend Romania was. And Romania did owe him a favor. Norway pushed that idea out of the way. Love charms never worked as promised and when they wore off there would be hell to pay. "Everything alright Lukas? You seem distracted." Denmark's voice cut through his scheming. Norway shrugged and leaned back against his lover. "I'm just worried about Ice, he seems so sad." Denmark nodded, "I've told the kid that even though I think he's too young to date that he just needs to go out and find someone." Denmark laughed at the next thing he said, "Who knows, maybe getting laid would make him loosen up a bit." Norway playfully hit Denmark, "That's my little brother you're talking about."
He fished out his cellphone from his back pocket, deciding to ask his friend for his necessary favor. Denmark trailed kisses along the Norwegian's neck as he texted the Romanian. 'Hey, Ro. I need to ask you a favor.' Two minutes passed and the phone vibrated. He opened the new message that read, 'Sure. What's up?' Norway smirked at the message and described the situation. Romania replied with, 'I'll figure something out tonight, but all 4 of you need to be home with him'
Norway typed out a quick, 'can do' before Denmark knocked the phone out of his hand. Norway didn't protest and turned to focus on his lover now that his muddied mind was clear of his worries. Iceland continued to thrash around in his bed. His mind was not calm with his thoughts. He kept thinking of that picture Hong Kong sent him. He knew why he never got asked to go to the parties, because when he started getting asked, he'd always say no and now he was paying the price. He gave up on sleeping and decided to take a shower. Maybe the steam would help calm him down.
Romania flipped through his spell book with a fang exposing smirk. He would certainly get a good laugh out of this love spell. Once he spotted it, he decided to text Norway. 'Hurry up and go back home. Tell Berwald and Tino to go home as well.' Norway responded back with a simple, 'okay.' Norway stood up and Denmark pouted. "Do we have to go back? We didn't even get to do anything." Norway pulled him up and brought him into a hot kiss. "Once we finish this, we can do whatever you like." Denmark agreed to that, unable to resist the flirtatious purr in Norway's deep voice.
On their drive home Norway called Finland, who had just finished his dinner with Sweden, and told them that they were needed back at home as soon as possible. Finland sounded a bit disappointed, him and Sweden probably had more plans just like Norway and Denmark did. But, this was important, everyone wanted all of them to be happy and Iceland was one of them too.
Romania continued to text Norway, 'Let me know when everyone is home.' Norway smiled at the thought of Iceland finally finding love and happiness.
They pulled up to the house and barely beat Sweden and Finland there. Norway told them all to wait in the living room and he went up to fetch Iceland while shooting Romania a quick text. Iceland had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in his bedroom, wearing a pair of sweatpants. He was toweling his hair dry, shaking his head like a dog to get most of the little droplets out of his ashen locks. He jumped at the hurried knocks. No one should be home yet. It was still way too early. "Y-Yes?" Iceland said, unsure if he really should have answered it. "Emil? Come downstairs." Iceland relaxed at the sound of Norway's voice. "Okay, I'll be down in a second." He heard Norway depart from in front of his door and he quickly threw on a t-shirt before joining the others down in the living room. "What's going on?" He asked, seeing that not only were Norway and Denmark home, but also Sweden and Finland. Everyone, except Norway, shrugged. Finland mentioned the phone call from Norway, but said that he didn't know anything else.
'We are all home now and Emil is here.' Norway pressed send and wondered why it was important for everyone to be present during the spell. On the other line, Romania started chanting the spell and screeched all of their names out confidently. Now, he would just have to wait for Norway's reaction. Iceland was growing impatient with the suspense and opened his mouth to say something sassy. Suddenly, smoke filled the room and Iceland coughed as he squeezed his eyes shut. "I can't breathe..." He cried out before he lost consciousness.
Iceland was the first one to wake up out of the five of them. He had a pretty bad headache and couldn't really remember what had happened. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and glanced around the room. The other four bodies were laying about the room as well, but something was off. Iceland could sense it. He stood up and walked over to where his brother had been.
Instead of his brother, there was a girl laying there with long, flowing blonde hair. His face instantly heated up at the sight of the pretty girl. He looked at Denmark. It was the same; instead of the tall, muscular guy he was used to, a girl that was fairly reminiscent of Denmark took his place. Figuring that Sweden and Finland were the same, he glanced over at their now-feminine bodies.
His heart accelerated painfully at the sight of his brother. They were all beautiful, which scared him the most. His brother was the most attractive and he continued to gravitate towards him...er her. Cautiously kneeling down next to her laying on her stomach, he flipped her over and recoiled at the sight of her perky, round breasts. He placed a hand over his mouth as he fell backwards onto his back. He couldn't believe this.
Iceland pinched himself multiple times, he had to be dreaming. He just had to be dreaming. There was no way that the four adult men that he had lived with his entire life could just suddenly become women. And attractive ones at that. A muffled moan caught his attention and he looked over at who it was coming from. It was Finland, who sleepily started to rouse. He blushed at the sight of her. Finland was pretty and had a cute bob haircut. Iceland watched her sit up and rub her eyes before noticing something was wrong. Finland's hands instantly went to her now-voluptuous chest and she screamed. Loud.
Her shriek instantly stirred the other three women from their sleep. Sweden grunted out, looking over to her wife, who had her hands gripping her breasts in terror. Denmark breathed out in slight pain, glanced over to see a female version of Sweden and Finland, and then glanced down to see an eyeful of cleavage. This wasn't the outfit she had on before; it was a short black and red dress with a low-cut neckline, displaying her pushed up twin mounds. Norway was the last to wake up with small tears in her eyes. Her dainty hands automatically reached up to touch her soft yet firm breasts with a frightened expression. Iceland blushed at the sight of the gorgeous women grabbing themselves in utter shock. Norway looked over at her younger, blushing brother and watched as he studied her body with hungry eyes.
Iceland realized that Norway had caught him staring and turned away from her quickly, a fiery blush present across his cheeks. Finland screeched again, "I'm a girl!" Sweden put a supportive hand on her shoulder and Finland turned to look at Sweden. "You're a girl too!" Finland let out a despaired noise. "What the hell happened. Norway! You know what happened. Fess up." Norway was busy examining her skinny legs and new outfit. She looked at her tiny hands with finely manicured nails. "Interesting..." She mumbled. "I wouldn't have thought of that..."
"Wh-What's going on?!" Denmark panicked, looking at the slight curl on the ends of her hair. It was fashionably short and choppy with subtle waves on top while the length ended at her eye-catching chest. Norway stood to her feet, clutching her forehead, and towered over Iceland by two inches instead of five. Iceland wanted to run, especially when Norway started to show attraction towards the Icelander. "I have no idea... Romania must have played a trick on us or something."
Denmark stood up as well, only standing about four inches taller than Norway. "Well, call him back and tell him to fix us! I don't like being a girl. I feel all...weird." Norway waved him off, "I'm just more curious as to why Iceland isn't a girl too." Iceland tried to hide his face whenever the four sets of eyes landed on him. "Don't look at me." He squeaked, "I don't know." Norway shook her head and took out her phone to give her friend a call back. Romania answered after a single ring, he had been waiting on this phone call. "Hello?" He asked, his usual cheer evident in his voice. Norway skipped the salutations and got straight to the point. "Vlad, what did you do?" The Romanian on the other end made a confused noise, "Hm? What do you mean? I just did what you asked?" Norway scoffed, "I didn't ask you to turn us into girls." Romania laughed, "Maybe, but you asked for help in getting Emil a girl. And now he has four!" Romania laughed some more, "Maybe you should be more specific next time Lukas."
Lukas growled in the phone, "This isn't funny..." Romania laughed at his Norwegian friend, "Are you feeling attracted towards him yet?" Norway's eyes widened, "Yet? What are you talking about? He's my brother!"
"Oops!" Romania said, "I didn't mean to let that slip! That was supposed to be a surprise." Before Norway could yell at him anymore, the Romanian hung up, and Norway could still hear his laughter even after the call connection ended. "That bastard..." She breathed out, turning to face the others.
Denmark stepped over to Iceland and her heart started to race at the sight of the short, flushed teenager. "Emil..." Iceland shook his head and screwed his eyes shut. "What is it?"
Denmark noticed his embarrassment and smirked, "You're so cute when you're all flustered like that." Iceland really wanted to run now and get away from the females. They were starting to scare him. "No I'm not!" Finland came up beside Denmark, "I agree with Den! You are cute Icey!" Norway watched this scene unfold and frowned, "Hey! Back off." Norway strutted over to the teenager and wrapped a thin arm around his shoulders, "I don't think he's cute...I find him to be quite handsome." Iceland felt like he was going to pass out.
A/N: Reviews are greatly appreciated! ;)