A/N This story was created yesterday at school mainly because despite what people might think, England and America are not my favorite characters (I mean, I like them a lot, and I suppose I don't really have a favorite, I love too many characters to have a favorite). I like the Nordics a lot and Spain, and Romano and I love all of the Axis (well, maybe not Germany) and Allies. So, long story short, this started as a one-shot for Iceland and Norway (called "Big Brother"), then I didn't have anywhere to put it so I created a whole story by the same name. This probably won't include Britain/America though because I have many other stories for them and their relationship.
"Big Brother!" Little Iceland sniffled, eyes watering, lips trembling.
"Iceland, what happened? I thought Danmark was watching you."
"He was," the light haired boy nodded, "then he wasn't…he fell asleep."
Norway bit his lip to keep composure, and knelt down, "Come here lillebror."
The island nation obliged and dashed into his care taker's arms, resting his head on the older nation's collar bone. Norway hushed the small child until the boy fell asleep. Once the kid was no longer conscious, Norway swore to kill that Dane.
"Stori brodir!" a very small Icelandic child cried out in the middle of the night, tear stains tracking into his bright red, round cheeks.
Norway was drawn out of sleep instantly and rushed to the room of his brother. He burst through the door and went to the child, drawing the boy into his arms.
"Shh, hush now."
Denmark arrived shortly after, "What is being the matter?!" the Dane wondered loudly, worry etched on his face.
Norway sighed and turned, still clutching tightly to the little kid.
"I-I-I…had a (hic) n-nightma…re." the distressed child said, blushing madly and still crying.
The Norwegian sat down on the boy's bed and cradled Iceland in his arms, soon joined by his own older brother, Denmark, who was little help. Eventually, the little Scandinavian fell asleep once more and was tucked in by his big brothers.
"Big brother! Big brother! Look what I found!"
Norway looked up from his book to see Iceland running toward him, a small black blob in his hands. Denmark trailed slightly behind, looking almost as excited as the kid.
"What is it, Island?"
"The kiddo found a bird!" Denmark proclaimed happily, roughly taking the animal in his own hands and shoving the bird in Norway's face.
"It's a puffin," Iceland said, smiling, "Can I keep it?"
"Nay, it is a living creature and deserves-"
"Oh, please big brother?"
"Yeah, Norge, let the kid keep the bird," Denmark agreed, "I would've let you when you were the very tiny."
Norway sighed, "Alright Island. Just know that you will be taking care of it."
Iceland nodded his head up and down so hard it created a dull throb in his brain as he gently took the bird back from his oldest brother and cradled it in his small, child hands.
"Thank you storebror," he looked at Denmark, "Stori brodir!" he looked at Norway.
With that, the child ran off to find someplace for the puffin to sleep.
"Come on, please? Say big brother."
"No." Iceland huffed.
"Storebror."
"Nay!"
"Stori brodir." The teen blushed at the use of his own language.
"Go away."
"You used to call me 'big brother'," Norway whispered sadly.
Iceland turned away, "Well, things changed. I'm not a child anymore."
"You always will be my child though."