Well, I got... a good amount of reviews, so I decided to upload the next chapter. Yeah, I already wrote it out, but wasn't too sure if people would like the first part soooo yeah. :/
Okay, so here it is: the second chapter of Healing Pains~
Disclaimer: Don't own, or else Iceland and Hong Kong would have already made it into the anime, end of story.
Norway shut the door quietly so he wouldn't disturb Iceland. He had sent the boy to the guest room and given him a set of his old pajamas as well. Meanwhile, the said country was asleep now, exhausted from whatever ordeal he had suffered through.
Now Norway was really scared. What exactly in hell (and not the city) had happened to his little bror? The sound of the door opening and a loud, "Mor, we're home!" and an exceptionally obnoxious, "Norge, I'm hungry!" gave Norway something else to think about.
"Olav, don't think about walking in with your boots still on, and Radulf, let go of the rabbit, it'll die if you keep it"
"Mor~ I don't wanna," Radulf whined, his blue eyes sparkling with crocodile tears, "Far told me that I can keep it."
The fist around the poor rabbit's ears tightened, the victim emitting a shrill squeak of pain.
Norway gave the infamous "Ice Glare of Death" towards the accused male, his arms pretzeled together tightly.
"Danemark…" he started ominously.
"Okay, okay!" Denmark cried, raising his hands up in surrender, "Radulf, let go of tonight's dinner outside."
The tall Dane was immediately met with a smack on the head.
"Ow! The hell was that for?"
"Stop goofing around, or you don't get lunch. Now go help the twins release the rabbit."
Denmark grumbled for a moment but picked up Olav and Radulf onto his shoulders (with Radulf still gripping the poor rabbit) and went out the door, careful not to drop them or hit their heads on the doorway.
Norway sighed but quickly went over to the guest room where Iceland was still resting in. He opened the door tentatively, looking through the small crack he had created. The albino was still sleeping, and Norway did not feel the need to bother him. He shut the door as quietly as possible, and turned, only to be met with a loud, "BOO!" from his family.
The surprised Nordic jumped slightly, to which Olav, Radulf, and Denmark fell to the ground laughing. It was almost never when the calm country was scared, or even shocked just a little bit.
"Denmark!" Norway hissed angrily.
"Norge, calm down!" Denmark said loudly, too loudly, "Why are you whispering?"
Norway was about to respond, when he heard a loud whimpering from behind the door.
"Mor, what's behind the door?" Radulf asked curiously.
"Yeah, what's behind it?" Olav asked also, echoing his twin brother.
Denmark too was staring at Norway with a curious expression on his face, and the gray-eyed nation knew that his lover was just as interested as his kids were, but for a completely different reason.
Norway sighed and took in a deep breath before replying, "Uncle Iceland is over for awhile, but-"
"Uncle Iceland came over!" the rambunctious twins cried out happily, "Did he bring over Mr. Puffin?"
"You are not going to try to attempt any sort of experiment on your uncle's pet, do you understand? Your uncle is still getting over that, and no, Mr. Puffin is not here today. Besides, Uncle Iceland is tired, he's trying to sleep."
"Awww…"
"C'mon, guys, let's go have some lunch. How does smørrebrød sound?"
"Yeah!"
"Okay, c'mon then," Denmark said cheerfully, gently pushing them towards the kitchen. Then, the sunflower blonde turned towards Norway with a serious face, something Norway almost never saw. His eyes stared dead on at his lover's face with a look that clearly said he wanted Norway to explain himself later. As soon as it had happened, Denmark walked to the kitchen with the twins.
Norway turned to open the door to Iceland's room. There were no more whimpers, but he could see a shivering figure cowering in the far left corner of the room.
"Island, why aren't you sleeping?"
All Norway could hear were more whimpers. The older country walked over to his younger brother and sat close to him, but made no attempt to touch him like before.
"H-he laughed at me… before he left," Iceland whispered, his violet eyes wide and fearful. He clutched his head with his hands pressing his head to his knees, "He just laughed, and called me…" the boy cringed.
"Island-" Norway made the mistake of touching his shoulders.
Iceland snapped his head upwards and tried to squeeze himself even further into the corner.
"Don't-"
"No. Island, did he hit you?" Norway asked, he himself not knowing exactly who "he" was.
Iceland halted his attempts at making himself as small as possible, but nodded slowly.
"Okay, I'm going to ask you a very grown up question, okay? Did he rape you?"
The soft sobbing noises from his brother were all Norway needed for an answer.
"God…"
Norway turned around and to his added shock saw Denmark standing near the doorway holding a sandwich on a plate in his hand.
"Denmark, not now. Just go to the kitchen," Norway deadpanned, still looking at Iceland's crying face.
For once the Dane didn't argue and left without another word. Norway directed all his attention to his little brother again.
"Was it a human?"
Iceland shook his head.
The world stopped for Norway.
If it wasn't a human…
"Who one was he?" Norway asked, his voice cold and as hard as steel, his grip on Iceland's shaking shoulders threatening to tighten.
Iceland was outright sobbing, tears wetting his face completely. He shook his head fervently.
"He said he would kill me and anyone I told! I don't want to kill you, nii-chan!" Iceland screamed.
Norway hugged his younger brother's neck, letting Iceland's head rest in the crook of his neck.
"No, Island, he's not going to kill you or me. Just tell me who it was," Norway pleaded in a calming whisper.
The Nordic felt his brother still shake his head no, and decided to let it drop there.
There was a UN meeting scheduled for next week. There was a glimmer of hope that he might be able to catch whoever did this to Iceland, but meanwhile… Norway rubbed comforting circles around his younger brother's back.
"Are you hungry, Iceland?"
There was a pause before the gossamer haired boy nodded yes shyly.
Ooohhh, who's da nation who raeped Iceland? 0_o; Anyways, if you think you might know, just tell me in a review.
