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So this chapter is a NorwayxIceland for CanadianHero!

I'm super nervous about this chapter because I haven't had that much experience writing for the Nordics, so if you guys think anything's OOC, please PM me or review so I can work on it but do be kind :)

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"Are you excited to share a room with your big brother?" the Norwegian teased as he opened the door. Emil looked at the older man to see if he was joking but Lukas had the most unreadable poker face. Ever. Sometimes, Emil wondered if the guy had emotions.

"Stop saying that," he replied as he followed Lukas into the room.

"What?"

"Big brother," he said slowly, as if it pained him to say it out loud.

"We are brothers."

"That was one DNA test," he explained. "I've ordered a few more."

"And when they say the same thing, then will you call me 'big brother'?"

"We won't know until they come back, will we?"

"We're brothers," Lukas assured as he threw his suitcase on his bed and started searching through it.

"Whatever," Emil rolled his eyes as he searched through his own things. He pulled his stuffed puffin out of his bag and set it delicately on the bed before going back to look for his pajamas but he noticed Lukas looking at him.

"What?"

"You brought a doll with you?" he questioned.

"Mr. Puffin is not a doll!" Emil snapped. The Norwegian pointed at the stuffed animal.

"Aren't you too old for dolls?"

"He's not a doll!"

"Looks like a doll to me."

"That's big talk to someone who has imaginary friends!"

"What do you mean?"

"Troll?"

"What about him?"

"He's fake."

"He's real."

"He's as real as Mr. Puffin!"

"No, Mr. Puffin's a doll," Lukas explained. Emil glared at his roommate before throwing his hands up in defeat. The blond shrugged and returned to his bags. He found his pajamas and began to remove his clothes.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" demanded his brother.

"Changing."

"Right here?"

"Why not?"

"There's a bathroom," Emil explained.

"So?"

"So, go change in there!"

"Why?"

"Because that's what bathrooms are for!"

"But why would I walk so far if I can change here?"

"Because that's what normal people do!"

"What's normal?"

"Changing in the bathroom!"

"No thank you."

"Whatever," the silver haired guy snapped, returning back to look for his pajamas. I know I packed it, he thought, moving through his clothes. While pulling out a pair of jeans, a packet of licorice fell out onto the floor. He had been saving it for later but just the sight of it made his mouth water. One couldn't hurt, he reasoned opening the package. As he munched happily on his candy, he wondered if he should offer Lukas some.

"Hey Lukas, do you want?"

"No." Emil was a little deterred, the blond had shot him down before he even got the words out.

"Okay..."

"Aren't you going to ask Troll?"

"What?"

"Troll? He might want some candy?"

"I'm not going to offer some of my licorice to your imaginary friend."

"He's not imaginary," Lukas began but he paused for a moment and shrugged. "Troll doesn't want any."

"Good," Emil spat. "Because I wasn't offering."

"Yes, he is rude," the blond nodded. "We will have to work on that."

"What?"

"Oh, I wasn't talking to you." The Icelander eyed his roommate suspiciously before returning to his suitcase, grabbing another piece of licorice. Lukas continued to talk to his friend for a while and Emil tried to ignore it, but they were talking about him! So he just stayed there, crouched by his suitcase until the discussion ended. Once the room had fallen silent, he turned to look at Lukas and was surprised to find the blond standing mere inches away, causing him to jump.

"What are you doing?" he yelled.

"Did you find your pajamas?" the Norwegian asked.

"No! Why were you standing right there? You freaked me out!"

"Are you that easily frightened?"

"What? No! You just caught me off guard!"

"But you're always so jumpy."

"Am not!"

"Yes you are."

"Whatever, I just want to go to bed," Emil grumbled. "If only I could find my pajamas!"

"Here, let me help."

"I don't need your help!"

"Of course you do."

"No, I don't. Stop treating me like a little kid!"

"You're my brother. It's my job to look out for you."

"I don't need you to look out for me!"

"You don't mean that."

"Stop doing that!"

"What?"

"Telling me what I mean! Ever since we got that DNA test, you think you're the boss of me or something, well you're not!" Emil spat.

"I'm just looking out for my brother," he replied sternly and the Icelander rolled his eyes.

"Even if we are brothers, I'd rather be an orphan then be related to you. So stop trying," he said flatly.

Lukas stepped back a little and if he could display emotion, one would presume an expression portraying hurt would be on his face.

"Alright," the Norwegian sighed. "I'll stop." Before Emil could say anything else, Lukas got into his bed, faced the window and shut his eyes. The Icelander felt a little bit mad and figured that he should apologize but decided that they both should cool down first. He put the candy away and finally found his pajamas,so he headed into the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He took a long shower, letting the warm water soothe him. After getting dressed, he brushed his teeth and left the bathroom to find his roommate fast asleep. I can apologize tomorrow, he decided. Emil turned to his bed and smiled at Mr. Puffin when he noticed something moving on the bottom half of the sheets. He froze when he recognized the tarantula. Um, is that thing poisonous? I can't sleep with that thing there. What should I do?

"Lukas, wake up!" Emil demanded, shaking the resting man.

"What?" the blond mumbled into his pillow, clearly not a big fan of being woken up.

"There's a spider on my bed!" he claimed. Lukas rolled over in his bed and faced the frantic man.

"Okay?" he deadpanned.

"Well, I can't sleep there!"

"Right, while you figure it out," Luckas began, settling back into bed. "I'm going to sleep."

"Aren't you going to help me?"

"I thought you didn't need my help?"

"I don't!"

"Good," Lukas agreed, shutting his eyes. Emil watched nervously as the blond drifted off to sleep and glanced as the tarantula made itself comfortable on his bed. He grabbed his stuffed puffin off the bed before the arachnid could reach it and stood there, glaring at it. After a moment of internal debating, the Icelandic man walked over and shook his roommate, who sheepishly opened his eyes. "What?"

"Okay, so I don't need your help," Emil assured. "It would simply be beneficial if you were to aid me in this current situation."

"So you need me?" Lukas asked, giving his brother one of those rare half smiles.

"No, I require your assistance in this instance alone," he claimed, not entirely okay with being dependant on his brother for anything.

"Sounds a lot like you need me."

"You hear what you want to hear. Are you going to help me or not?"

"How?"

"I don't know, use your magic or something?" Emil asked but his roommate shook his head.

"That would be incredibly irresponsible," Luckas claimed. "I could end up making the whole bed disappear. "

"Fine!" Emil huffed. Lukas looked at his younger brother and sighed.

"If it bothers you that much, you can share with me."

"Really?" the younger man asked hopefully.

"Sure," Lukas nodded. Emil grinned and was about to get settled when the other man stopped him. "You just have to ask."

"Um, okay," he agreed, a little suspicious. "Can I share the bed with you?"

"Can I share the bed with you, what?" asked Lukas, expectantly.

"Please?"

"No."

"Vinsamlegast?" he attempted. (Icelandic: Please)

"Try again."

"Behage?" he asked. (Norwegian: Please)

"Fin prøve, you know what I want." (Norwegian: Nice try)

"I don't-" Emil began confused, but then realization hit him. "I'm not doing that."

"You know you want to."

"No, I don't."

"Call me 'big brother'," Lukas smiled.

"Never."

"Say it."

"No."

"That's my one request."

"Why is that the one thing you want?"

"You're procrastinating, now shut up and say my name."

"I said no."

"Come on; just say it and I'll let you sleep here."

"I'd rather sleep in the bathtub."

"Suit yourself," his brother shrugged, turning back into his bed. Emil frowned as Lukas casually returned to falling asleep. The Icelandic man stood near the bed, clutching his puffin, and tried to decide what to do next. If I call him big brother, he wins. Hmph, who needs him? He sighed softly and slowly trudged to the bathroom but before he entered something stopped him.

"Emil?" Lukas asked aloud.

"Yea?" he replied, still staring at the bathroom door.

"Come over here." Emil turned around to see his brother making room for him on the bed. "You don't have to sleep in the bathtub."

"Really?" the younger man asked, but he didn't move. "Because I'm not saying it."

"It's okay. Even if you don't believe it, I know we are brothers and it wouldn't be very brotherly for me not to help you," Lukas explained as Emil walked up and sat on the bed. "Now sleep, we have a big day tomorrow."

"Okay," he nodded. "Thanks."

"No problem," Lukas claimed, resting on his pillow and shutting his eyes. "Good night, Emil. Good night, Troll."

The Icelander settled himself in bed and watched the guy drift off to sleep next to him. This stone faced Norwegian that always seemed to be there for him, even when Emil didn't want him to be. Especially when Emil didn't want him to be. His brother, the Icelander sighed at the thought. Though he wouldn't shout it from the rooftops, he did believe they were related, they had to be. Sometimes it was weird how connected he felt with the Norwegian. He felt safe with Lukas and he deeply appreciated having someone to look out for him. Emil checked the clock as Lukas began to snore lightly. It was pretty late. The silver haired man clutched his puffin close and glanced at his bunkmate.

"Good night, big brother," he breathed silently.

Although, Lukas looked like he was asleep and his own eyes were heavy with fatigue, Emil was sure he noticed the Norwegian smile faintly before he finally drifted off to sleep.

A/N: So what did you think?

Oh, I almost forgot that I'm kind of in this battle with Anovia. So if you have any pairings you'd like to see please send me a PM or review! I really like trying to write for different characters so literally, anything is welcome. Make sure to go check out Anovia's version of Spider! I think she did a GreTurk and I love those guys!

Okay, bye for now :)