When you think of whore, what usually comes to your mind? Sluts, hoes, skanks. 'A skank who goes around screwing everyone all the time' is the main definition in people today. Part of it is true. 'Screwing everyone all the time' is part of an explaination of a whore, but they only do that because it is their only form of getting money in order to stay alive. In my case, it's to keep my country alive. When my banks crashed, I needed someone to rely on and get help from. None of the nations would help me unless I paid them in some form. Sex. I was nervous, but I was also very scared for my country, so I complied. I used to be just a cold nation that no-one really noticed. I never wanted anyone other than Russia and my family to know about it knowing that some would stare at me while others would spit at my feet. I continued going though, knowing.I was doing this for my country, not for me and knowing the risk of rejection if the other nations found out. I guess that's just the life of a whore though. Getting rejected by many but accepted by others who just want you for sex. Nobody stops to look at why the whore does this. Most of the time we don't even want to be a whore. In the Phillipines, millions of girls are prostitutes just to keep their family alive though they hate being a whore. Some even lie about their age to get money for their family. But who cares about us? We're just skanks who screw over people all the time, right?

Looking at the time on my cellphone, Iceland sat up and pulled on her clothes. There was a groan from the sleeping nation behind her as he turned over and opened his eyes.

"Time already?" He asked, blinking.

"Yeah. It's morning now." She replied. He sighed, sitting up and grabbing his wallet, handing a wad of cash to me. I took it, shoving it in my pocket.

"Thanks." I said, checking I had everything before heading to the door.

"No, thank you." The man replied with a small smirk. I rolled my eyes, opening the door.

"See ya next time" He said.

"Ja. You too, Ivan." And with that she walked out and closed the door behind her. Iceland walked downstairs. She knew Russia would call for her again, he had been feeling lonely of recent. She checked her phone, seeing she had a message from Denmark. 'Norway's gone. I need some company. There's money involved. :)' Was the message. Iceland swallowed and text back 'okay, I'll be there soon.'

She really didn't want to do this, but she needed the money more than anything. And with Britain and Netherlands breathing down her neck, it was even more stressful. Sometimes she wished she could just fade away and become human so she didn't have to deal with nation responsibilities. She shivered from lack of clothing as she got into the cab, closing the door behind her and listening to 'She will be loved' by Maroon 5 on the radio. Softly beginning to sing to the music in the back, she lost track of how quickly they arrived at Denmark's. She paid the driver and walked up the steps of Denmark's porch, knocking on the door. The door opened, revealing the spikey haired blond, grinning his signature grin.

"Hej Ice! Glad you could make it" he said, ushering her inside. Iceland sighed, taking off her jacket.

"Ja. Lets just get this over with." She stated. Denmark rolled his eyes, pinching her cheek.

"Aw. Come on, Ice. Norway isn't home till late. Lets have some fuuuun." He said, grinning wider.

"Fine. But don't pinch my cheek." She growled, swatting his hand away. Denmark chuckled, nodding.

"...So...Couch or bed?" She asked, the words said bitterly. Denmark grinned, pulling her to the couch.

"Couch is good. Bed is too far." He explained.

"...The bed is only up a few stairs" she reminded him, blinking.

"Ja. I know. But I can't wait that long." He grinned wider, Iceland scowling in response. Denmark pushed her onto the couch, laying over her and pulling her into a kiss, soon sliding his tongue into her mouth, smirking as their tongues wrestled. He unbuttoned her shirt, ripping it from her and tossing it to the floor. Iceland did the same with his, though not as passionately. They both pulled each others bottom clothes off, tossing them aside. Denmark smirked, licking her neck and trailing his tongue down her body, getting lower and lower. Iceland moaned softly, her blush darkening. He roughly thrusted into her, both moaning loudly as he did so. He kept thrusting in and out, speeding up the movement as he did so. Iceland moaned loudly, digging her nails into his back. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue in and battling for dominance. Iceland felt her back slowly arch, her moans muffled against his mouth.

Minutes later, Iceland lay underneath the sweaty Dane, both of there breaths ragged and uneven. She was absolutely sick of this. So far, only the other Nordics and Russia knew what she was doing. She had hoped that no one else knew or ever would know. Denmark got up, smirking and handing her cash. Iceland took the cash and counted.

"I'm going to need more Denmark. You know that." Iceland said. This wasn't even pocket money. Denmark shrugged.

"Meh. it's all ya gettin'." He replied. Iceland grumbled.

"Denmark." She warned. Denmark stood, pinning her against the wall.

"Shut up." He ordered. He pinned her on the couch again, roughly kissing her and forcing his mouth in, holding her arms abover her head and ignoring her struggles. He roughly thrusted into her, thrusting in and out harshly. Iceland began to whimper, tears beginning to fall as he continued to do so until he climaxed, breaking away and trailing his tongue over her body, touching her. Suddenly the front door opened and Norway walked in.

"Danmark. Leave her." He growled, pulling the Dane off the the trembling nation. Iceland stared up at her brother, hurt and fear in her eyes. Norway pulled her up, taking her to the spare room and laying her on the bed.

"N-Norway thanks for th-!" She was cut off as Norway's lips crashed against her's. He was her brother. What on earth was he doing? Iceland pushed him away, covering herself in the blankets.

"W-What are you doing?" She shrieked, staring at him.

"What do you think? Helping you with your debts." He replied, not an ounce of emotion in his voice. And what do you know it, he pinned her down, continuing with what he had implied.

Iceland caught the taxi home the next day, still shaken up from yesterday's events. She had a bath first thing when she got home, trembling and shaking.