NorIce(Norway/Iceland)

With careful fingers, Norway gently tied the bandages into a small knot to keep them in place over his little brother's wound, his eyes emotionless yet inside him he was so confused on what to feel. Lukas was jumbled with concern, pain, anger, and at the same time frustration. What happened this time was that Denmark got a little too drunk, and from this, he accidentally steered his axe into Emil, with Finland and Iceland being the only other ones home at the time. It really made Norway ticked over, though Iceland had assured him it was fine.

"...Lukas." The soft, cool voice brought the blonde's attention to the younger nation, whom stared right back with those determined, lavender orbs. He slowly brushed a hand across his brother's cheek, and it caused Norway to shiver at the new touch as Emil gave a thin smile. Of course, he didn't show his smile too often to others. But when alone, he would show it to his older brother without a single thought pulling him back.

"You know, you shouldn't be so worried. It's only Matthias being Matthias," Emil told him, which caused Lukas' eyes to flicker with a hint of deepening concern, and instead of switching it back it only grew. "Lukas, you're an idiot."

A deep, stifled laugh escaped the older nation, leaning his head towards his little brother's neck and nuzzling there, his arms slowly curling around him and he nuzzled his head into the warmth that came from his neck. To Iceland, it was a laugh of magic, and it made his pulse pick speed. Warmth spread across the white-haired's cheeks, and his arms embraced his lover in return.

Lukas mumbled gently, the deep voice breaking Iceland from his temporary, dreamy trance of replaying that simple laugh over and over in his laugh, listening it over like music, "I'm not an idiot. I just get worried for you, I thought it'd be simple enough."

Gently, there were smooth, warm lips against Emil's forehead, so soft. Emil felt warmth radiate from the spot, and as Lukas removed his lips from the younger one's forehead, it felt so lonely and cold without. Furious at what his brother had caused, he pushed Norway against the wall.

"Hey! You can't just do that and leave!" He burst out without thinking, and this causes the velvety, magical laugh to leave Norway once more. This makes Emil flush red, and his older brother wrapped his arms around Emil's waist, tugging him closer.

"Fine..." He murmured, laying down on the bed in the room, dragging his lover into his arms as he did so. With that, Emil only turned redder, but he enjoyed the heat that came from his brother's person. Cuddling closer, his deep blush died off, and his head nuzzled into the broad, well-toned chest of his lover. Luckily, they were the only ones home and that brought both of them great happiness of not being interrupted of their cuddling moment.

"I love you, Emil..."

The younger brother lifted his head, opening his mouth to respond when a loud shout blocked him from speaking right after the sound of the front door being swung open.

"NORWAY, ICELAND~! WE'RE HOME!~"

"A-Ahh...Matthias, not so loud." Finland's voice said, trying to remain cheerful but his voice wavered.

Spoke to soon about the whole "not interrupted thing".