As always you people know that I don't own Hetalia… and like it seems to happen with all of my one-shots Plague of Winter will be continued… Sigh… the temptation was too great…

Scandia turned towards his three sons; keeping himself from looking concerned. It was bad to show emotion, he'd found that out the hard way enough times. It was better to not show that he cared about his children but the Ancient couldn't help the curiosity that controlled his thoughts. He wanted to know the condition of his youngest son. Norway's mentor had said that he was going to feel under the weather but to Scandia the young nation looked fine. The blond haired man almost forgot that he was supposed to be angry with his son and quickly shot a glare at Norway. It was returned with a bitter look from the younger male. Good, Norway was still angry, that's what he wanted. Scandia stormed to the opposite end of his house to be away from his sons for a little while. What he didn't expect was winter to plague him with thoughts questioning his method for raising his youngest.

Norway was well on his way to hating his father, but the nation's brothers had already been through enough trauma because of Scandia, and Norway was already too old and too perceptive to be fed lies and believe them. The only difference between the Norwegian and his brothers was the fact that many of Scandia's old enemies were already dead. There were a few still around, Britannia, to name one and a few others out west. But Britannia was the most immediate threat. Her husband may have been his brother but that still didn't excuse what he'd done and the normally prideful Ancient found himself deserving of her wrath. But she was currently so far away that Scandia found himself wondering what it was that made him treat his youngest so unfairly. Then he remembered; he'd nearly severed Norway's arm. It wasn't that big of a deal and he was probably over reacting but a nagging voice that sounded a little too much like his son's mentor for his liking convinced him otherwise. He was too much of a monster, and too weak to be able to raise Norway. Maybe he should give him away? Would that be easier? He thought back to autumn when he'd tried to give Lukas away to Saga.

Scandia couldn't last the night without worrying over the young nation even though he knew that Saga was far more capable to care for Norway than he was. The Ancient felt a pang of jealousy; he knew that his sons preferred Saga over him. But then Scandia recalled that Norway couldn't stay for a week before wanting to come visit his brothers and slowly starting the process of moving back in with his family. The best part was when the blond nation didn't know that his father saw his intentions and yet did nothing to deter the younger from returning to his family.

_Hetalia_

Norway had barely entered his home with Denmark leading him before he collapsed against his brother. Denmark had to drag the younger blond over to his bed and help him down. It didn't help that the Norwegian clung to his older brother tiredly, hindering much of the Dane's movements. Sweden, for once, took pity on his older brother and helped Denmark get Norway to lie down. The Norwegian was a dead weight to his brothers and he'd barely closed his eyes when he felt a sharp glare. No doubt from his father. Norway opened his eyes hazily and sent a bitter look at Scandia. So he still wasn't forgiven. Scandia probably thought he was too weak again or something. The Norwegian gradually started to fall asleep a feeling of worthlessness writhing in his stomach.

_Hetalia_

Norway awoke to Sweden and Denmark fighting. About what? Who the hell knows? The only thing that the Norwegian country cared about was that it was way too early to be woken up. His precious sleep was starting to slip away from him and the young nation wished that his father would just deal with his brothers. If there was one thing that Scandia and Norway shared it was their hatred for mornings. But Norway never heard his father's voice yelling at his two brothers for fighting this early. So Norway took it upon himself to stop the two from fighting. He opened his eyes blearily to see the two bickering nations were oblivious to him. Sweden's back was to him and Denmark was too engrossed in winning the argument to notice that his younger brother was awake. "Will you two just shut up?" Norway snapped, "It's too early for this." Needless to say that got the older nations' attention. They both looked guilty for a second before Denmark had the audacity to speak up.

"But Nor… it's the middle of the day…" The Dane tilted his head to the side. "Far just left to reset traps and he left me in charge." He continued, puffing out his chest.

"He didn't leave you in charge." Sweden mumbled irately.

So that's what they were fighting about. Norway thought, feeling quite irritated that he'd been woken up from something so stupid. Norway was about to say something about the fighting again when he stopped. His father would have taken both his older brothers if he was resetting traps. That being said, where was the older blond? Norway felt a sharp pang of abandonment. It was a ridiculous feeling. His father wouldn't abandon his brothers and him… right? Did Scandia even care? Norway was taken out of his thoughts when his stomach growled. That stopped both older nations from fighting and two pairs of eyes were suddenly trained on Norway. The two older brothers then shared a clueless look, not knowing what to do. Fight or get their younger brother something to eat? The answer was obvious. They went back to fighting and Norway was left to find something to eat for himself. Norway found himself some food and ate, grumbling about his unhelpful older brothers. The younger nation then proceeded to fall asleep feeling unusually drained.

_Hetalia_

Norway woke up a few hours later feeling like he'd just taken a heart attack. His body felt heavy and his chest throbbed. The world around him seemed to be burning and his joints felt like lead. The Norwegian let a whimper escape his throat and he turned towards the fire, heavily slinging one of his arms over his eyes to block the light but still get the warmth from the life giving flames.

The young nation hardly noticed much going on around him at that moment. His fever blazed and his throat was raw and bloody from coughing so much. Each throbbing breath made him tremble from pain. Norway didn't notice his older brothers look at him concern evident in their eyes. Why? Was something wrong? He'd forgotten. Why did the room feel so hot? Did Denmark over do it with the fire again?

Was he sick?

And that's the end for chapter two~! There'll probably be a chapter solely on Nor getting better and then that'll be it ^^ This is gonna be a cute little Fanfic. Ya here? *Stares down audience*

Questions for this chapter

Will Nor and Scandia ever get along again?

Did Denmark over do it with the fire?

Where was Scandia for the better part of a day? (Come on I know y'all were wondering about that)