I am Lukas Bondevik, better known as the country Norway, and my brother is supposed to be my mortal enemy.

Let me explain. In the world we live in, humans are sometimes born with dragon blood. As children, they seem as human as any other child, but as they grow older, they become more dragonlike. No one really knows whether it's a curse, a blessing gone wrong, or just a cruel twist of fate, but there's no way to change it. I know, because I've been searching for a way ever since that day…

"Lillebror?" I knocked on Iceland's door. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Don't call me that." This was the only response I received.

"You're avoiding the question…" This time, my younger brother answered only with silence, so I asked again. "You haven't left your room in days… What's wrong?"

More silence. I pulled the door handle and found it to be locked. After a moment of thought, I unlocked it. I knew he wouldn't like me to barge in, but if he was giving me the silent treatment I had no alternative.

"Go away, Norway…"

I wasn't sure if this was an improvement over silence. I began to push open the door to find that something, probably Iceland himself, was in front of it to keep it closed. "Emil...just let me in…"

"Nei…"

"Lillebror-"

"I'm not your little brother…"

"Let me in unless you want me to break in through the window…"

Silence again, but when I tried the door, it swung open. I glanced around his room- why does he have that demon puffin?- and saw Iceland seated by the window, staring outside. Normally this wouldn't be surprising, but it was pitch black outside. Clearly he was avoiding me.

"Iceland… Look at me… What's wrong?"

The young teen just shook his head, enough to make the point but not enough to turn his face toward me at all. I was starting to become suspicious, and I didn't like where my suspicions were leading…

"Emil, you're too secretive…" I commented. Maybe I could get him to accidentally reveal something.

"Like you're not…" he replied, a trace of annoyance in his voice.

"I'm your big brother, I have a right to be secretive…"

"So I don't get any privacy?" he retorted.

"Not if it means you'll shut yourself in your room for days and refuse to talk to anyone!" I shot back at him.

"Just because you're my brother doesn't mean I have to do what you say!" he retaliated, turning to glare at me before realizing his mistake and turning to the window again. But what I saw couldn't be ignored; there was no question about it, and I knew that he knew I knew. He had scales around his eyes; my little brother was a dragon.

It's been five years since then. Five years of fear for Iceland, and hope that I could somehow protect him. I haven't told anyone about him, not even Denmark (and God knows he's been interrogating me ever since Emil disappeared), because dragonslayers and dragons can't live peacefully together. I couldn't bear it if some dragonslayer went after him and one or the other ended up dead because of me. So I kept quiet, but I do go visit him sometimes. I'm not letting go of my lillebror just because he's a dragon. The other dragonslayers wouldn't approve if they knew, but what they don't know isn't going to hurt them.

He seems to be handling it fairly well; I learned soon after I began visiting him that he has allied himself with Sweden, which is only natural since they are both water dragons. I haven't told anyone about Sweden either, of course.

Denmark, Finland and I have moved on to being dragonslayers. More accurately, they are dragonslayers, and I follow along to avoid suspicion. I don't want to be executed for being a friend of dragons. Dragonslayer beliefs hold that dragons are violent beasts, uncontrollable, untamable, too dangerous to be allowed to live. It's true that they are violent and dangerous, but they aren't beasts to be slaughtered for existing; they aren't bent on destroying us. I have encountered several and never been hurt by any. None of the other dragonslayers ever get away from a dragon unharmed, but that's because they can't walk away without a fight. Idiots, all of them...

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