Flaws in Science

-Chapter One-

Letters from Norge

Iceland sighed quietly as he took a sip of his iced tea, the ice cubes hitting against the fine china he held in his hand. In the other hand laid a note, tarred envelope to his right. The letter had been from his older brother, Norway. It'd been far too long since they'd talked. Norway had to go away to a convention half way across the globe for a few weeks, and this was his last week gone. His eyes scanned the letter slowly, catching every detail, every letter, each tone… Emil could almost hear Lukas's exact voice flowing through his mind. He eased back against his wooden chair, closing his eyes just to hear his voice perhaps one more time, but was interrupted by a loud snowball hitting a window not too far from where he was. It startled him, his iced tea spilling over the rim and falling onto his brown pants. It didn't leave much of a stain, but he didn't like being dirty. With a few mumbles and a roll of his eyes he got up to said window to see who had made the snowball. Outside the window stood a tall figure in a black trench coat with a red dress shirt underneath. His hair was blonde and as wild as ever.

"Denmark…," Emil scoffed, going to unlock his front door. "Mathias, what are you doing here…?"

"The bright, blue eyed Dane ran over, slipping and stumbling but his smile never faltering. "Icy!" Mathias called.

"I asked, what are you doing here?" Emil repeated himself, kind of annoyed.

"I wanted to see if Nor was home yet, " the Dane said, looking down on the smallest and youngest Nordic.

"You know he's going to be gone for a few more days, Mathias,"

"I know…" sighed the larger man. "But I was just hoping maybe he'd be home..,"

Emil sighed, leaning against the door frame ".. I know… Me too…"

Truth be told, Emil really liked his brother… a lot. Not in that brotherly way or Nordic Five family kind of way, but the way that when he heard his voice his heart fluttered, or when he saw his smile his face went red. The only problem was the Dane obviously had feelings for Lukas, just like him. That's part of the reason he detested Mathias so much. He'd get jealous real easily over his brother. Another thing was Lukas knew how the Dane wanted him… but Emil had to keep his mouth shut tight. They were brothers, it wasn't right… But Emil could swear, his brother gave him those looks…

Emil's thoughts were cut short by the Dane's loud voice.

"But anyways, you seemed pretty lonely without Norge… So I thought I'd stop by. Want to go out drinking with me and Gilbert?"

"…no thank you… I don't drink " 'and Norway wouldn't be proud…' he added in his head.

"Suit yourself" Shrugged Denmark. "See you later, Icy…!" Mathias waved.

Iceland waved back, going inside his warm house. He went back to where he had been sitting before, but the letter had fallen on the floor, back side up. There, on the back, were four simple words. Emil picked it up, reading it over and over again.

It read, "I love you, bror."

Emil could feel his face heating up… he knew he was probably taking the 'I love you-' in the wrong way, but he didn't care. Just to have that one moment, one second of love he had longed for.

"Lukas…" He mumbled, clenching the letter. "…Come home soon,"

With that he folded up the letter, placed it neatly down on a coffee table, and decided it was high time for a shower. He had lots of thinking to do.

The next few days went by excruciatingly slow, listening to soft music, doing countless hours of paper work, waiting by the door impatiently for Lukas… It was a little stressful, but he could manage.

It was December 14th by the time Norway got back. It was around 10:25PM as he stepped into the home with his large luggage behind him, flipping his hair out of his face. His hair was quite long, though his Nordic cross hair pin wasn't in.

"Island…?" Norway called out, stepping in and closing the door. "Island?" He called again, making it around the house until he got to the living room. There, on the couch, was an asleep Emil. His brown coat was flung across his body, white dress shirt wrinkled, brown pants bunched up, and his hair a mess. Lukas chuckled, grabbing a woolen blanket and set it down lightly over his brother before turning the nearby fire place on.

Emil curled up, a light hum escaping his soft lips. Lukas looked back over at him, walking over slowly.

"Norge…" Emil sighed quietly in his sleep, obviously missing his brother.

Lukas ran a soft hand through the young nation's hair, soon crawling in behind the Icelandic boy, wrapping his arms around him lightly.

"Icy…" replied the Norwegian, closing his eyes and falling asleep with his brother.

Norway woke up pretty early, wondering around the house. Not much has changed since he was gone, though a few things were moved here and there. He made it to his brother's room sometime after, opening the door cautiously. When he saw it was safe to enter, he did. Lukas made his way around the room, picking up things here and there. He came to his nightstand, opening it up. There was the letter Norway had sent, back facing up. He picked it up, reading it over and over again, still chuckling.

"…Norge?" Lukas turned around to see Emil standing there.

"Oh, " He set the letter down, closing the drawer. "Good morning, Emil… "

"What are you doing?" The silver haired boy asked quietly, tiredly.

"Reading through my letter you kept… "

Iceland blushed slightly in the dim light. "I missed you… so…" he didn't bother finishing his sentence.

Norge nodded, he understood. "I missed you too,"

Iceland's lips curved into a smile, and Norway's followed. Iceland hadn't seen that smile in years… it was just for him, and only him.