Yeahhh buddy. I'm not dead.

Incase it wasn't obvious with Dissolve, I'm currently obsessed with Hetalia: Axis Powers. And right now, more importantly, the Nordic Five.

Pairings in this chapter:

SuFin

LietPol (Somewhat)

NorIce (If you don't like incest, please leave.)

All of the Nordics are yanderes, even though it won't look like it for a while. I can't wait to write about Norway and Iceland –Shot-

Anyways, enjoy. Jeg elsker deg.

~Yuuki


"Heyyyy Estonia!"

Finland's overly cheery voice rang through the phone, making Estonia recoil a bit. "Uh, hi, Finland… How are you?" he asked tentatively. Wow, he sounds happy…

"I'm good, how are you?" Finland answered. Estonia shuddered. Good probably meant something the lines of someone looked at me but then Sweden killed them with his eyes."Great," he muttered. "Why'd you call?"

"Oh, nothing important, really. Just wanted to see if you can come over!'

Across the table from him, Lithuania shivered. Estonia shot him a look and replied "Well, sure, but won't Sve get mad?" He tried his best to keep his voice straight. Luckily, Finland seemed to not have noticed. "Oh, it's fine! I asked him, and he said as long as you didn't get too close to me, it's okay~!"

"Uh, well, hold on. I'll just ask if I can go and call you back, okay?" Estonia said, injecting a note of happiness in his voice. Fin laughed. "Gotcha! 'Kay, byeeee!"

There was a loud click and he hung up.

Poland, Lithuania, and Latvia looked up at him. Estonia blinked. "Well?" he muttered, putting the phone down and looking back at them, his eyes flickering back and forth between them. "What do you guys think?"

"Yes, Poland?"

Poland grinned. "Well, I think this is like, the perfect opportunity for a peace talk with the Nordic Five, dont'cha think, Liet?" Lithuania startled at his name being called, but answered nonetheless. "Well, that's true, but we'd risk Estonia getting slaughtered, wouldn't we?" Latvia sighed. "It's now or never… It's up to you," he added, looking at Estonia half-heartedly.

Now or never.

"I'm going."


The doorbell rung as Estonia hit it.

There was the sound of hurried footsteps, a giggle, and the door swung wide open, revealing Finland.

Estonia gasped. His best friend's face and arms were wrapped in bandages- Some over his right eye, a few crisscrossing over his palms, one over his nose, and several around his fingers. "Hi, Estonia!" Finland said happily. He swept his friend into a weak hug. When Estonia pulled out of it, he looked at Finland, his eyes wide with shock. "Wh-what happened to you, Fin?" he asked, worried. Finland laughed. "Oh, this?" he asked, gesturing to his bandages. "You see, England called me weak one day and beat me up." He scratched his blond head, smiling as if it was nothing. "But luckily Sve was there, and now England is in Denmark's room! I wonder if he's still alive…"

He makes it sound like he accidentally set the smoke alarm off when he was baking a cake or something, Estonia thought, stifling a shudder. "Oh," he said, unable to say anything else without blowing his cover. Finland grinned. "Where are my manners? Come inside!" he trilled, pulling Estonia inside and slamming the door shut. Sweden sat on the couch, drinking something and reading the newspaper. He glared up at Estonia as he came in. If looks could kill, I'd be screwed,he thought, smiling the best he could as Finland dropped a kiss on Sweden's cheek. "We'll be upstairs if you need us, Sve~!" he said, smiling. "Come on!"

Estonia followed Finland up the stairs and into the first room on the left. The door swung shut behind them. Fin plopped onto the bed. "So, how are your friends doing?" he asked. Estonia's heart skipped a beat. "You mean-"

"Yeah, Poland, Lithuania, and Latvia! How are they?" Finland's tone sounded a little more menacing now, or maybe it was just Estonia's over-active imagination trying to find holes in his cover-up story. "Th-they're fine," he stuttered. "They're just, uh, bored, that's all. Nothing to do." Finland smiled for what seemed like the millionth time. "They could have come along, why didn't they?"

Estonia's heart thudded in his chest. "I don't know," he said quickly. "Hey, can I use the bathroom?" Finland tilted his head to the side a bit, his smile knowing now, his eyes narrowed. "Sure, it's the last one on the right." Heaving a sigh, Estonia left the room, and, looking behind him to make sure no one was following him, slipped into the door labeled Denmark.

England sat there in the corner. Hearing Estonia's footsteps, he looked up, his green eyes wide. "D-don't hurt me, please," he stuttered out choking at the end of his sentence and coughing up a few drops of blood. Estonia's jaw dropped. One of the most powerful countries on the planet- and here he is, totally vulnerable and nearly dead, he thought, taking a few steps towards said nation. "I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered, kneeling down in front of him and searching through his pockets for something to seal the multiple wounds on the side of his neck. His fingers grasped a roll of surgical tape- how the hell did that get in here?- and without hesitation, he pulled it out and began tending to England's cuts.

"Who did this to you?"

England laughed softly, drawing up some more blood. "Finland didn't tell you?" he rasped, grinning. "The only reason Den hasn't been kicked out of the Nordics is because he protects them all. Violently," he added, gesturing to his neck with a shaky hand. "I found Finland crying about…" He paused, his voice trailing off as he coughed again. "…Well, I don't really remember what it was, actually. I teased him a bit, called him a crybaby, and next thing you know, Den's right there and there's knife in the side of my neck." England laughed again, wiping away a fresh flow of blood from his mouth. "Why are you in here, anyway?" he asked, looking back up at Estonia, who sighed. "Finland invited me, and, uh, told me about what happened, and I made an excuse-"

"Thank god, you aren't one of them!" England exclaimed suddenly, making Estonia fumble for the surgical tape and drop it. He looked at England weirdly. "If I'm helping you, what makes you think I'm one of... One of them?" Truth be told, he'd been thinking of joining the Nordics for quite some time now; after all, his position as the strongest had been taken over by Poland when he'd butted into the Baltic Trio. England looked at the ground. "Well, that's true... But, bloody hell, if it hadn't been for Iceland and Finland coming in here and giving me food every once in a while, I'd be dead..."

Estonia was rather taken aback at that, and, for once, didn't know how to respond. England grinned weakly up at him. "Surprised?" Estonia nodded. "Heh, I can't say I expected help from any of them, honestly, but, here I am..." he choked again, this time on his own blood. Footsteps echoed through the hallway. England's eyes grew wide. "I- I think you should leave," he whispered urgently. "That sounds like Denmark."

"But-"

"Go!"

Not able to argue anymore, Estonia got up from his awkward kneeling position and threw open the door on the other side of the room. Stepping in and locking the door behind him, he turned to see what looked like it had once been a bathroom. If it hadn't been for the toilet, it would have been indistinguishable from, say, a butcher's cellar. Blood had been sprayed everywhere, the mirror was shattered, and Denmark's favorite axe was in the sink, water still flowing onto it from the tap. Stifling a Latvia-like squeal of horror, Estonia sat on the closed toilet, shaking with fear, hoping and praying that Denmark wouldn't notice the squeak the door had made when it had shut. Putting his ear to the door, he listened:

"Happy to see me?"

Denmark's voice was barely recognizable; it had dropped lower and was more husky now than it had been the last time Estonia had heard it. "What makes you think that?" England's voice was stronger now than it had been five minutes ago; it no longer broke, but it was still nothing compared to Denmark's. The other nation laughed softly, just as England had earlier, but this laugh was a hell of a lot more creepy. "Come on! I even got you a drink..." The slosh of beer was heard, and England snorted. "You know quite well I gave up drinking when Alfred told me to stop!" he snapped. Denmark laughed that creepy laugh of his. "You know you want it," he hissed. There was another sloshand the sound of England choking for the umpteenth time. "Stop it, you git!" he choked out.

"Shush, you know yelling hurts baby Sealand's ears," Denmark said, making his voice squeaky. "And you how Mommy Finland and Daddy Sweden will get mad at you!"

"Shut up, dammit!" England growled, but his voice was quieter now, and it was shaking as well. "And you know what happens when you tell me to shut up, right?" Denmark said quietly. "Hmm, my axe is in the bathroom..." There was a few seconds of silence where Estonia could only hear the sound of his own heart thudding in his chest. "...But it's not clean... Aww, that's too bad, hmm? I guess I'll just deal with you later." Estonia heaved a sigh as Denmark's footsteps led out of the room. The door closed behind him, and Estonia deemed it safe to sneak out.

Opening the door, he slipped out, pausing to look at England, who sat in the corner, has hand over his neck. "Thank god he didn't get too mad, huh?" he muttered, looking up at Estonia, who was slightly surprised at the mirth in the other nation's voice. "Or that he didn't ask me why I had my hand right here the whole time... To drunk, I suppose..." He coughed. "Hey, look, no blood!" Sighing, England turned towards the one window in the room. "If only Alfred could see me now... You'd better go before the beer starts kicking in, I'll go mad when that happens." Heeding his words, Estonia got up to leave.

"Hey, Estonia... Thanks again."


Smiling, Estonia left the room, turning back towards the door labelled Finland, Sealand, and Sweden.Finland looked up when he walked in. "You've been gone a while," he said, sounding slightly concerned. "You okay?" Estonia nodded quickly. "I'm fine, just a little tired, that's all," he said, trying his best to smile reassuringly. Finland grinned back. "Well, Poland called, and he said you should come back as soon as possible... I don't remember why, though." Getting up, Finland began walking out of the room. Estonia trailed him closely. "You should go, I think," Finland said suddenly. "Poland sounded worried, and I need to go pick up Sealand from school..." his voice trailed off. "Okay," Estonia said, relieved to have a legitimate reason to leave. "I'll go, then... Thank for having me over," he added hurriedly, waving goodbye to his friend and running down the stairs.

Norway sat on the couch downstairs, replacing Sweden. He blinked up at Estonia, frowning. "Were you in Denmark's room earlier?" he asked. Estonia's heart skipped a beat. "Wh-why do you ask?" he stuttered. Norway put his feet up on the coffee table. "England's muttering something about you," he murmured. "And I'm pretty sure he couldn't have made surgical tape, not in the state he's in." Smiling slightly, he went on. "It's okay if you were helping him," he added. "I don't like Denmark's idea of torture." Estonia, without meeting his gaze, muttered "Yes, I was helping him... Finland told me he was in there, and I couldn't help it, I had to do something..." Norway's smile grew. "He misses Alfred a lot, you know." The doorbell rang, and his smile turned into a grin. "That should be Iceland, took him long enough," he said, getting up to go answer it.

Iceland stood in the doorway, trailed closely by Poland. Poland seemed to be anxious to get to Estonia, as he was trying to push Iceland out of the way. "Stop it!" Iceland snapped. "I need to-" but he was cut off by Poland. "But I like, need to talk to Estonia! I need to get him out of- Oh, yeah..." Poland covered his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide. "I need to ask you a question, like, right now. So Iceland, you should totally move and let him out." His silence lasted barely a second before he started yammering again. Typical Poland, Estonia thought, looking hesitantly at Iceland, willing him to move. Iceland just glared back at him, but moved over nonetheless. Norway grinned even wider. "C'mon in, lillebror."Iceland blushed, but came inside. "You should get going," Norway added, not bothering to turn around. "Come again."

And the door slammed shut, leaving Estonia to go at last.