A/N: This will be my first story that will end up an M. The first chapter is a T though, the M rating is for the next chapter. Iceland's point of view to start with.
I looked at the piece of paper in front of me with despair.
"Our findings and research have concluded that Mr. Norway is your official sibling" The offending paper read.
'This can't be! This is the worst result that could of happened' I sat down and ran a hand through my silvery hair, ruffling it violently. Mr. Puffin just looked at me and grunted as if to say "what's your problem?" I took out my favourite licorice I kept in my pocket and tried nibbling on it to calm down, it worked a little bit.
'I can't be Norway's brother. It's just not right, he doesn't know I have feelings for him' I bit down on the licorice extra hard on that last part and gulped loudly. I loved Norway and it wasn't in a brotherly way. Yes he has always been a sort of family figure to me growing up but as I got older I started to see him in different lights. Less of a brother and more as a person I lusted after for love and affection.
Resisting the urge to throw the report away I finished the rest of my bitter snack and called Norway, Denmark, Sweden and Finland together for my news, it was not the news I wanted but I promised to tell them all anyway.
Little did I know what kind of response I would get from the rest of the Nordic countries...
When we were all together I just handed the report over and looked away. I couldn't make eye contact with any of them, especially not Norway. I already have a bad enough time trying to look him in the eyes on the best of days. When Denmark read out to everyone the report I expected some kind of condolence from them, some kind of pity even. But no. I should have realised these guys are too immature for that, well at least that Danish bastard is anyway.
Denmark started laughing away and Finland turned into some kind of sappy girl saying how it was all "great" and that he wanted me to call him "oniichan" too! What nerve! Then Sweden piped up, I expected his usual practical view but even he was saying that I should be feeling better now that I know. No, Sweden, no I don't feel better. But even all this was better than Norway's response.
"Oniichan..." He drawled out in his tsugaru dialect. He summoned one of his creepy ghost friends to circle me. The voice wouldn't stop and I felt a massive stab of pain in my heart.
'I can't call you oniichan Norway, I can't! Not with the way that I feel about you' I thought to myself while clutching at my chest. He then came right up to my ear and started whispering the hurtful word repeatedly. I told him to stop, I couldn't take it. But his voice and intent just got louder and louder. Finally I snapped and made for the door. Denmark and Finland started to call after me, I simply ignored them. This only lasted for a few seconds though as my legs started to hover back into their view. What was I doing?
"Oniichan..." I shyly choked out blushing slightly. I gave a thumbs down to show that I was still annoyed. Hopefully that would keep them happy and leave the whole ordeal alone. Before I could do anything else I hurried down the corridor as quickly as I could with Mr. Puffin in tow. Damn those bastards! How could they not see this was a big deal! Should never have gone to see them, I just felt worse. All I wanted to do now was to go home and take a bath in the hot springs. Forget this ever happened. As I got closer to the exit of Denmark's house I saw a familiar shadow blocking the door. Norway's ghost had tracked me down and was refusing to let me out.
"What the hell? Go away!" But the ghost kept still.
"Oniichan..." The shadow whispered.
"No! Don't start with that again!" I pleaded.
"Oniichan.." I put my hands over my ears and tried to find another way to get out. I ran through the halls of the house trying to ignore the ghost chasing after me. I kept shouting at the ghost to leave me alone but the shadow creature wouldn't listen and kept up the chase. I closed my eyes trying not to release tears that begged to come out - bad mistake. Because I couldn't see where I was going I crashed full speed into something. At first I thought it was a wall but then realised that the impact had been softer than that of bricks and mortar. I titled my head towards the ceiling to see what I had hurled myself into, it was the one thing - or rather person I really didn't want to see right now. Norway.
"Thank you for bringing him back" he said to his ghost. After the ghost disappeared again, Norway started to step closer to my body sprawled on the floor. I still hadn't got back up yet. He stopped when he reached my slightly shivering form and bent down to get closer to my face. His dull blue eyes stared right into mine with an eerie gaze. I froze, feeling like a rabbit trapped in headlights. I wasn't sure whether to be scared or excited. I could feel his hot breath against my icy skin, it left a burning sensation that was unpleasant but intoxicating at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity of staring he finally spoke up.
"Why did you leave?" he enquired. I just turned away trying not to blush. Our faces were still inches apart.
"Look at me" he commanded softly.
"No" I winced, my head still turned away.
"Look. At. Me" Norway grabbed hold to my left cheek and pushed so it was facing his.
"Why can't you look at me without being forced? Are you that ashamed about being my brother?" he snapped. I could tell by the look in his usual expressionless eyes that his words were ones of sadness however much he tried to coat them with anger. There were uncharacteristic tears making his pupils shine. Why was he this upset over it? He hardly ever shows any form of emotion in front of anyone, not even me. Have I really upset him? Not knowing what to say or do I just kept quiet. He wasn't having any of that. Placing his hands at my sides he hauled me up and pressed me into the wall.
"Just say something" he requested, still not totally calmed down. His face went back to being in close proximity to mine. I could feel his hands squeeze my arms tightly and his knees brush against my thighs. My personal space didn't exist anymore. Our bodies were touching in several places, I could feel every word he said caressing my face. This was all too much. Something inside me decided enough was enough. I leant forwards and did the unthinkable.
I kissed him.
