Hello friends! Truly sorry for the late update TT u TT I just started college and was swamped by shit so I didn't really have time to write. This is a fairly short chapter though so I also apologize for that but I have another one coming up so it doesn't end here ahahaha!

Hope you guys enjoy this chapter :3

Chapter 2

Norway swallowed thickly as he watched the Dane impatiently knocking on his door. Of all the days that he decides to visit he comes over today. He peered outside again, observing him. He didn't look drunk so may be that was a good thing but he was moving around in a weird way.

"I know you're in there Norge, I can see you checking me out through the peep hole! C'mon seriously open up!" the Dane exclaimed, pouting at him and tapping on the small glass peep hole on his side of the door. One of his hands was cupping his nether regions.

"I am not checking you out, jævel!" he yelled then swore under his breath for responding.

Denmark grinned through his discomfort and laughed loudly. "Ha! I knew you were in there! Now open the door man or I'll ram it down!" he threatened while bouncing up and down and biting his lip.

Norway grudgingly opened the door slowly but the Dane barged in, shifting from one foot to the other and glaring at him. "Dude I needed to use your bathroom and you took that long to let me in?! Jeez!" he snapped. He immediately turned and went down the hall towards the living room without looking back saying, "You got a restroom this way right?!"

"Wait! Don't go in there!" yelled Norway, running after Denmark and yanking his coat back before he got to the doorway. The other yelped and clamped his legs close.

Denmark looked at him incredulously. "Do you want me to pee on your floor or what?! This is the closest room with a bathroom so let go, Norge!" He slapped his hand off and went past him but Norway blocked his path, arms spread apart across the door frame.

"I-I just finished varnishing my furniture! It stinks in there I prefer my guests to take the bathroom down the hall to the right." He said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice.

Denmark gave him a funny look and sniffed the air. "I don't smell anything. Knock it off, Norge it's not like you even care if I inhaled something bad or not; you'd actually enjoy it. Now move before I piss on your carpet; I can get it to streak from here to there if I wanted to." Norway paled then whipped his head behind him before he got any closer to warn Iceland before his eyes widened in shock.

The living room was empty.

What…

Denmark pried him off the door frame and practically ran to the living room's bathroom; slamming the door shut. Norway's eyes shifted from every corner of the area. The pillow was propped back up and he assumed the missing blanket was properly stored. The couch didn't even look like it was used a few minutes ago.

There was no sign of his brother and New Zealand being there at all.

Thank the gods for brothers who could read the atmosphere and their choice to save your skin if they wanted to.

He heard the sound of a toilet flushing and the faucet being used a moment later. Now that he somehow managed to keep the boy a secret for a little while longer, Norway was faced with another problem other than the boisterous Dane: finding out where they were hiding in the manor.

Iceland pulled New Zealand along, looking around for the best place to hide. The young nation was scratching his eyes, still sleepy from his nap while trying to keep up with him. They couldn't hear what was transpiring between the two but there is no doubt that Denmark would soon realize that they were not the only ones in Norway's house. Iceland didn't wait to find out and forced the colony to get up before Norway opened the front door.

Denmark came out of the bathroom, sighing in relief. "Oh man I thought I was going to wet myself!" he exclaimed, laughing loudly. Norway grimaced, crossing his arms. "Now that you're done I guess you should be on your way to wherever you were supposed to be." He told him.

The Dane snorted, making his way past him. "I was on my way to see Sve but it can wait. It's been a while since I came to visit ya." He went to the kitchen seeing the ingredients on the table. The other left it when he looked for New Zealand and didn't have the chance to set them aside.

"Are you going to have a get together or something? You don't usually bake for yourself..." he questioned while popping chocolate chips into his mouth.

"Y-yeah… Iceland is coming over… And don't eat those, I need them!" said Norway, glaring at him.

Denmark grinned cheekily at him before frowning, looking around as he felt the feeling of another presence. "Hey is anyone staying here right now?"

Norway swallowed, cursing internally. He did expect him to notice one way or another. He kept his face blank though, trying not to be obvious. "Must be the faeries… or trolls… they sneak in here when they feel like it… like someone I know…" he said, looking pointedly at him.

Denmark narrowed his eyes and left the kitchen, walking down the hallway. The feeling was there but it doesn't tell him if he was close or not just the fact that there were more than two people in the house. He could tell something was up but Odin knows Norway won't tell him. He opted to find out instead of asking for answers that the other will never give.

There were plenty of places to enter but few to hide in. Iceland checked every room but the only thing big enough to hide them both was the wardrobes. He heard footsteps approaching and with limited options he entered the room and climbed into the wardrobe. New Zealand squirmed, frowning how uncomfortable it was in there. It was stuffy too. Iceland covered the boy's mouth and signaled him to keep quiet for now. After all, he had no way of knowing when they could come out.

Norway followed him, looking for any sign of his brother or the young colony. There was no use hiding it from him and now he only hoped some divine assistance would save his sorry ass. He walked right into Denmark who stopped in his tracks, gazing over his shoulder with a cold stare.

"You know I don't like it when you keep stuff from me, right Lukas?" he told him.

Norway felt a shiver run down his spine but rolled his eyes. "I am well aware thank you. But I am telling you that this presence… it's magical. That is all there is to it. What are you even looking for?"

Denmark was about to respond when they heard a bumping noise from inside the room they were standing next to, both heads turning towards the sound. He raised an eyebrow at him then pushed him to the side, opening the door. It was a normal guest room consisting of a wardrobe, a bed, cabinets, a decent sized telly and its own bathroom. Another sound came from the wardrobe and he had no second thoughts of approaching it.

Norway stared after him, his insides churning. He doesn't know what was in there but if he reacted then he just gave himself away. He watched as the Dane yanked the doors open…

…and was greeted by fluffy coats.

Denmark blinked and looked inside while being oblivious to the tiny glowing ball and whizzed past him. The tiny faerie flew towards Norway and made small tinkling noises. Norway silently shushed the little creature, gesturing for it to leave the room. It was reluctant to go but flew out immediately after Denmark slammed the wardrobe doors in frustration.

"All right Norge what's going on?! Who's here with you?!" he growled, stalking towards him.

Norway steeled his nerves, glaring back at him. "I told you it was a faerie! She was trapped in there but obviously you didn't see her because you're too dense to see them in general!"

Iceland could hear their voices from the adjacent room, petting New Zealand's hair as he started whimpering. The other voice was scaring him and Lukas sounded angry too.

Denmark grabbed his shirt and lifted him from the ground, snarling at him. "I'm done playing, Norge. Faerie or not, there is another nation here that you aren't telling me about. I can feel them. You've been acting weird since I came here and that tells me whoever this is, we haven't met. It's best to tell me before I find out that you're lying."

Norway felt his blood go cold in the other's grip. There's a limit to how civil Denmark would be and he's pushing it. He gritted his teeth. There's no way he's selling the kid out. A knock on the door forced Denmark to drop him. Iceland opened the door and gave them a questioning look, hair messy as if he just woken up. "What the hell are you two yelling about?" he asked in annoyance, yawning.

They both stared at him in surprise, Denmark's mouth hung open.

"I-Iceland… when did you get here?" his brother asked but his eyes was screaming something else.

Iceland ignored his gaze, switching to an annoyed look. "I went through the back and decided to sleep in your room. Sorry if I came earlier than the time I told you…I was dead tired when I got here." he explained.

Norway stole a glance at Denmark, the other scrutinizing the nation in front of him. With one swoop, the Dane's fist collided with his cheek, the impact sending him sprawling onto the floor. Iceland's eye widened and he ran to stand in between them, glaring at the blond.

"Are you insane?! What the hell was that for?!" he yelled, Mr. Puffin crowing angrily.

The Dane cracked his fist and eyed him, a silent warning, before he left without saying another word, the front door slamming shut a few moments later. Iceland waited before turning and helping his brother onto his feet, his cheek bright red. "That looks nasty…" he commented.

Norway shook his head, cupping his cheek. "Where is he?" he muttered, not wanting to aggravate the sore spot by moving his cheek too much.

"You mean Kiwi? He's hiding. Go get some ice on that and I'll go get him." said Iceland, turning to get the young colony.

Norway nodded and went to the front door, bolting it before heading to the kitchen to make an ice pack. The moment it touched his cheek he winced. His heart was still racing from earlier when he thought he actually managed to find them. Then he got himself in a Danish death grip before Iceland came and gave a very convincing alibi. In exchange for being rescued, he took a punch to the face.

Stupid Dane.

Iceland came with New Zealand in tow, the young nation gasping and running towards him with a frown on his face. He looked shaken up but he could see the worry in his eyes. "A-Are you okay, big brother?" he asked.

Norway looked at him sadly. Hearing it now from his lips doesn't feel right anymore. "I'm fine… nothing I can't handle. How about you? Are you alright?"

The child nodded, the worried look changed into an angry one. "He's scary… but he hurt you. He's mean! I don't like him!"

It made the Norwegian chuckle, petting his head. "He's nice sometimes. Don't be too hard on him when you haven't met him. He was just angry. I'll let him blow off that hot air for now."

Iceland scoffed, putting some pastries in the oven to warm them up. "Just angry?" he questioned.

Norway glared at him. "Not the right time, Ice." he said, warning in his tone.

The oven beeped and Iceland wore mittens to bring out the hot plate and setting it down on the table. He brought out some juice and poured him some too. He helped New Zealand on the chair and gave him one of each while Norway massaged his cheek slowly as Iceland went to stand next to him.

"It's not safe for him to be here anymore…" he told him out of the young nation's earshot, watching as the child happily ate the pastry.

"Sad to say but you're right. Who knows when that idiot would come back." said Iceland. "Do we call England to pick him up?"

His brother shook his head. "I am wary of my telephone lines at the moment. I'll personally bring New Zealand back home."

They both looked up when things got quiet and noticed New Zealand stopped eating, his head lowered and his lip quivered. Norway frowned, walking to his side and crouching next to him so that they were on eye level. "Is everything okay?" he asked softly.

New Zealand gave him a side glance, pursing his lips. "D-Did he hurt you because of me?"

His frowned deepened. "No. He was angry at me. It's nothing you have to worry about Kiwi."

The southern nation looked at him skeptically, and Norway realized that although he was a child he is still a nation just like him. His green eyes held understanding and like Denmark, he isn't easily fooled. It's as if he aged a few decades after they met one another hours before when he was hopelessly childish, distracted by the faeries and magic. Perhaps he has to reassess how he views this nation.

"I could hear him and big brother yelling. H-He was looking for me, right?" he asked.

Norway sighed and gave in, slowly nodding. "His name is Denmark, self-proclaimed leader of the Nordics. He could be nice if he wanted to, but he could also be very dangerous that's why Iceland tried to hide you from him. This is a bad time for colonies to go around by themselves. You're lucky you found me instead."

New Zealand nodded though he doesn't really understand what he meant by 'dangerous.' He looked at his half eaten pastry before going back to Norway. "Big brother, I think I should go back to mummy…" he said, eyes downcast again. He felt he was causing his new friends trouble, especially Norway.

Norway nodded but felt the atmosphere turn gloomy. The child was clearly upset and he didn't want that. He smiled; ruffling his hair and making him face him. "Tell you what, I'll help you find England if you help me bake cookies." he said, gesturing to the ingredients on the table.

New Zealand smiled widely and nodded. "Can big brother Icey help too?"

Iceland blinked then chuckled, grabbing a tray. "Call me Emil. And I wouldn't mind. Not that Lukas could stop me."

Norway rolled his eyes, standing and handing out an apron to Iceland and found a smaller one for Kiwi, helping him wear his by tying it securely behind him. Setting up a low platform so that New Zealand can reach over the table, he placed the bowl in front of him to add in the ingredients while he made Iceland do the hard work by mixing them together.

Iceland grunted while stirring, shooting a glare at Norway. "Don't you have an egg beater for this?" he asked.

Norway grinned at him as he helped Kiwi crack eggs. "I don't know what you're talking about. Now keep mixing."

(translation)

Jævel – "bastard"