Iceland's cover the pockmarks and sheets of scars, from the days when hunger obscured his world and his body fought his empty stomach. The rashes are gone now but some days he still remembers and he bites before he can help it, tasting the coppery red blood through stringy disgusting cloth.
(And his brothers wonder why he goes through gloves so quickly.)
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Denmark makes sure his cover his wrists.
(His sleeves are always nice and long, just in case.)
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Sweden takes care not to look at his too often, because if he does he fancies he can see blood leaking out of them.
(It's still better than seeing his bare hands, where he knows he'll see blood all the time, even if the others reassure him they're quite clean.)
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Norway's are almost always ragged and worn, as he keeps his hands occupied so that he himself never will be again.
(No matter how ragged they are, they're a barrier between his fingers and other nations he touches, and that's all that matters.)
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Finland needs none.
(His hands grew back nice and clean.)