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Lukas never liked his name. No, that wasn't right. He didn't mind it, but it wasn't his name. Not his real name. His real name was much more important. It was much more significant. His real name was Norway.

Yes, that sentence probably made him sound like a nut job but it was true. His name really was Norway. It had been for a long time now.

It had started when he was pretty young. He had a dream. It showed him the past. His past. As he grew up, the dreams got more vivid, more graphic. Violence and blood littered nearly every one.

But some, some were peaceful. He had dreams of a young blonde haired boy. In the dream, the boy called him 'Big Brother'.

He remembered others. A tall man with blonde hair and glasses, standing next to a short, sweet blonde man. And a tall blonde with spiky hair. He was one of the most prominent people in the dreams.

When Lukas turned ten that was when everything changed. He was sleeping in bed when he woke up with a killer headache. He ran to the bathroom, careful not to wake his mother or brother. He splashed water on his face, feeling dizzy. His legs gave out under him and he fell to his knees, right there in front of the mirror. Closing his eyes, he curled up on the ground, attempting to muffle his whines and cries.

It was no use though. Just as he'd dreaded, Alexander's voice travelled down the hall. "Lukas?" That's when he knew. That wasn't his name. His name, his real name, now seemed so obvious. As did the conclusion to all the dreams, the blonde man and the young boy he called little brother.

"Norway." he whispered, but the word echoed anyway.

"Lukas?" Alexander's voice was louder, he was getting closer. "Lukas, are you in here?" He was outside the door now.

"Norway." he repeated, louder.

"Norway? What does Norway have to do with anything?" Alexander questioned, pushing the mostly closed door open. When he saw Lukas on the ground, he rushed forward and embraced him.

"It's my name." Lukas stated bluntly. Well, he did trust Alexander. The boy who claimed to be his older brother was familiar somehow.

"That's silly." Alexander tried to laugh. Lukas gave him a look. He was completely serious. "Your name is Norway?" His brother looked more concerned.

"Yes," Lukas responded, nodding.

"O-Okay," Alexander stuttered. "But isn't your name Lukas?"

"It is one of my names, my main name is Norway. My human name is Lukas Bondevik," Lukas told him, moving from the uncomfortable position on the ground to a wobbly standing. Alexander followed his lead and got to his feet as well.

"And when did you decide that?" Alexander seemed to be testing him now. Most likely seeing if the whole thing was a joke.

"I can't remember," Lukas led the way out of the bathroom, heading towards his room. "It was a long time ago,"

"But you've never mentioned it before," Alexander opened the door and the two tiptoed into Lukas' room. His elder brother closed the door and Lukas slipped under the covers. Alexander went and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I only remembered now."

"So, do I still call you Lukas? Or would you like me to call you 'Norway'?" Alexander still looked unsure, like the whole thing was an elaborate lie created to prank him.

"Norway is more preferable," Lukas looked away.

"Okay, Norway it is," Alexander smiled, getting up. "Well, good night 'Norway'."

"God Natt, Alexander," Lukas buried himself in the covers and Alexander gave him one more wobbly nod before letting himself out and closing the door.


After that, Alexander and Lukas grew extremely close. Lukas also started getting people to call him Norway. Well, trying to. The only one that called him that was Alexander.

But Lukas wouldn't give up. Alexander was perplexed by his stubbornness.

"It's nothing," Lukas shook his head when Alexander asked him about it. "It's nothing compared to what happened with Emil."

Alexander scrunched his brow in confusion. "Emil?"

"Iceland," Lukas elaborated. "I've tried for decades for him to call me, 'big brother'."

"Oh," Alexander sighed. "So, you have a younger brother?"

"Yes," Lukas nodded.


Whenever Alexander had gotten home from school early, whether, for study or school-based activities, Lukas was always there.

Lukas hadn't been going to school since that one night when he was ten. Lukas had been forging sick notes and faking the fact that he was in hospital. He had tests delivered to the house and then sending them off again, getting perfect scores. It confused Alexander greatly since he knew Lukas hadn't been studying but rather surfing the web for information about his supposed 'family', which was primarily composed of the Nordic five and a micronation called Sealand.

Lukas had pointed out all the countries on the world map plastered across his bedroom, adding interesting commentary.

"That's Denmark, he's an idiot." Lukas pointed to the country. "He's always smiling and happy, it's annoying." But the look on his face said otherwise.

"That's Sweden and Finland, they're married. Sweden calls Finland his wife even though they're both males."

"Why?" Alexander asked.

"They spent a lot of time together after the Swedish war of independence. Sweden developed a crush," Lukas walked away from the map. Alexander took the hint.


When Lukas woke up, his side ached. White light surrounded him and he held up his hand. As his sight returned, he felt each of his bones. Nothing was broken and it seemed none of his organs had been punctured.

People surrounded him. Nurses and Doctors stood over the bed. "So, you're awake, Mr Bondevik. I am Doctor Ryers."

"It's Norway." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Yes, yes." Dr Ryers nodded slowly.

"Where is my brother?" Lukas' eyes narrowed.

"You won't be seeing him for a while." Dr Ryers shook his head. Lukas glared. "After you are discharged from here, there will be two guards to escort you to your new home at Blackwood Mental Facility."

"What?" Lukas sat up quickly.

"It's to help you get better." One of the nurses piped up. Lukas sent her a glare.

"We'll be back when you can leave." Dr Ryers told him and then the hoard of doctors and nurses cleaned out.

Lukas flopped down onto the pillow, looking up at the white ceiling. He didn't understand anything. And he hated that. To not know how he got there and where his family was and what was happening.

When Dr Ryers got back, he came with two guards. They motioned for him to get up, something he refused. He was not going to leave. Not to go to some mental asylum. That was exactly what a 'mental facility' sounded like to him.

The guards pulled him out of bed and forced him to walk. He struggled against them for a bit before one of them injected him with something and his vision went dark.


Lukas woke again, his head pounding. He was lying in a white room of sorts, completely blank sans a small window. The ceiling was too low for him to stand and the room wasn't very wide. This, combined with the bumps and the way the room moved, led him to believe that he was in some sort of vehicle.

He banged against the wall a few times, getting no acknowledgement that they'd heard him. He sighed and sat up.

After a few more minutes of twisting, turning and bumping, the vehicle stopped and he heard the sound of car doors slamming. Then the wall with the window opened up to reveal Dr Ryers and the two guards. The two guards grabbed him and pulled him out, clamping cuffs over his thin wrists. He glared at the pair.

They walked him towards a building that looked more like a prison than a hospital. He gave the two guards dark looks and then directed his gaze towards Dr Ryers.

"We're here." he said happily and Lukas narrowed his eyes.

He was about to spit out a remark but they'd entered the facility. As the receptionist talked with the doctor, Lukas noticed another doctor, female this time, heading towards them.

She smiled at him. "Oh, hello, you must be Lukas."

"Norway." He corrected her with an even voice. She nodded and wrote something down on her clipboard.

"I'm Doctor Mayla." She grinned and held out her hand. He held up his shackled wrists and she nodded, moving her hand. She didn't look deterred. "Well, I am going to be looking after slash monitoring you while you are here. Okay?"

He sent her a glare. She was almost as bad as Denmark. And that was saying something. Speaking of which, He wouldn't admit it but he kinda missed that bright and cheerful country.

Dr Mayla led him away from the front desk, the guards following. She took him further into the building. Using a key card, she opened another door, letting him through but stopping up the guards. "Sorry, but you can't go past here. Key, please." She held out her hand. The guards looked reluctant but obliged.

Once out of sight of the guards, Dr Mayla unlocked the cuffs. "You won't do anything; I've read your file. You're only violent when you're pushed to the limit." She grasped his hand. "And that is very unlikely to happen here."

They'd started passing nurses and doctors by then. "Okay, so there are nine teens here, only one is too sick to leave his room. All males. So eight people for you to befriend," She smiled happily at him and he frowned.

"Oh! And here's one now," She pointed to another doctor and what looked to be a patient, though at his angle he couldn't see a face or hair.

"Doctor Mavis!" Dr Mayla greeted the male doctor.

"Doctor Mayla! And this must be your new assigned patient," He gestured to Lukas. She nodded. The other patient had moved so Lukas could see their face. Male, spikes of blond hair and light blue eyes greeted him. The other's face, so familiar.

"Denmark?"


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