Germany responds with a sad look.

"Try being more gentle."

I run back to Seychelles room. When I walk in Seychelles is on the bed, tying her bows.

"Oh hey Iceland what are you doing?"

"Nothing. Last night, Germany chained me to the bed. It's a side of him I've never seen before." I cried.

"Iceland, it's okay. Do you not love him anymore?" she asked in a gentle tone.

"I do love him it's just-"

"No. You love him and that's all that matter's."

"Okay thanks Seychelles." I say as I hug her.

Just as I leave, France comes back in with his hair tousled and his shirt unbuttoned.

"Mon ami! What are you doing here?" he said, smiling guiltily.

"Nothing, conversing with Seychelles."

I continue walking down the hall and walk into the bedroom where Germany was sleeping. I see him on the bed, sleeping peacefully, while the sunlight danced on his perfect pale skin. For a second, I just admire his beauty and brush the hair out of his face. I shake him slightly to wake him up. He immediately opens his bright blue eyes and sits up.

"Oh Iceland! I'm so happy you came back! I'm so sorry about last night, it will never happen again!" he blubbers. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss his lips, gently as to not hurt my own lips.

"It's okay Germany, I forgive you. I kinda liked it," I lied,"we should do it again."

I jumped up and shoved my lips onto his, grabbing a handful of hair in the process. I pull the hair and he screams in ectasy. He grabs my already swaying hips and starts tracing my jawline with soft kisses. He bites my neck softly, when England walks in. I jump to the other side of the bed.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything." he says with a devilish grin.

"You did get out." Germany mutters under his breath.

England sits in between me and Germany,"So two more days until the wedding, how are you two lovebirds feeling?"

"Hor-" Germany starts.

"In love," I say, cutting off his words and making both of them glare at me.

"Breakfast!" Seychelles yells from down the hall, breaking the awkward silence lingering in the room. I run down the hall and sit at the smooth white table. France puts a plate of eggs, sausage, and, of course, fish, in front of me. I eat slowly. I rinse the plate off when I finish and walk back to the room me and Germany share. I put on one of Germany's shirts and a pair of tight jeans. I go to see if Germany needs help with the decorations for the wedding. No one is there but Germany.

"Where's everyone else?" I ask.

"Shopping." he says as he takes a step closer to me. He's shirtless and sweating in the hot summer sun. I smile and walk over to him. He grabs my waist and starts to bite my neck softly. I just tilt my head up and start to ruffle his hair. He starts to kiss my chest and I moan slightly. His hand traces my inner thigh and travels up. He pushes me to the ground softly and tears my shirt off. We take off our pants and stand up picks me up like a bride and carries me to our room and locks the door.

When I wake up, it's dark. I stumble over tot he light switch and turn it on. The light is blinding for a second so I close my eyes. There are white spatters on the walls and on the tile floor. I also have it all over me. I sigh and wake Germany up.

"I'm taking a shower."

He immediately jumps up and grabs a towel. We walk down to the bathroom and disrobe. I cringe when I see bite marks on my torso and vital regions.

"Sorry," Germany says softly.

"Don't be." I say and look at his naked body. God he's sexy. I catch myself tracing his perfectly sculpted abs and jump back.

"Sorry," I say guiltily. He laughs slightly and walks into the shower with me.

"Can I do something Iceland?" he asks. I nod softly. He puts some space between us and gets on his knees. He slowly inches towards me, letting his hair brush against my stomach as he kisses my upper thigh. I shiver and he looks up at me, smiling a mischievious smile. He puts my vital regions in his mouth and starts to slowly move back and forth. I back up against the wall and clench my fists. He was driving me crazy with the way he was moving his tongue. I screamed and clenched my fists even harder. He goes faster and faster until I explode. I slide down the wall breathing heavily. He offers help up and I take it, bringing my body only a couple of inches away from him. I throw my arms around his neck and pull his lips to mine. I bring him to the floor and pull some of his beautiful hair. He screams in joy and grabs the ledge of the shower. I could see he enjoys this so I pull on it 2 more times. I then pull both of us up and push his stomach on the wall. I thrust myself into him and bite his neck gently. I try to be more sexy by licking the nape of his neck. He shivers and cums. I turn off the faucet and grab my towel. After drying, I walk to our room and get dressed in an oversize shirt. As soon as my head hits the pillow I fall asleep.

I wake up and see a note on Germany's pillow. I pick it up and read Germany's beautiful cursive. It says: Dear Iceland, I am helping Austria with the decorations for Friday. I want that day to be perfect. Ich Liebe Dich, Germany

I smile and put a pair of pants on. When I walk into the backyard, Germany is putting the last decorations up. There were beautiful white bows and ribbons all over the backyard.

"It's beautiful Germany!" I cry. He came to where I was to admire his work.

"Yes you are," he says in a sexy tone. I giggle and kiss his cheek.

"You're so silly love."

We spent the rest of the day making the preperations for tomorrow. Later we sat down for a dinner of wurst, fish, carrots, and boiled potatos.

"We should feed each other! That would be so cute!" I say to Germany.

"Okay then," he says, smiling a dazzling grin. He picks up some wurst with his fork and brought it to my mouth. I knew he wanted this to be sexual so I give him what he wants. I take the wurst off the fork and lick it from tip to tip. He moans and whines in my ear," Don't tease me."

I giggle and bite the tip off gently. I feed him one of my carrots. He wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"Meet you in the bedroom," he whispers in my ear. Then he stood up and walks to our shared room. My skin tingles as I get up and walk into the bedroom. Germany is naked on the bed. He gets up and walks over to me. I tear off my pants and boxers but don't have time for my shirt. He picks me up and straddles my legs around his waist. I hear a voice on the other side of the door. "Get it West, get it!"

I push Germany away and open the door. Prussia flinches away, rubbing his black eye.

"So getting busy are ya?" he chuckles.

"Screw you Prussia," Germany says from behind me.

"Looks like Iceland was already doing that." he jokes back.

Germany blushes and pushes Prussia out.

"Wait I need to tell you something West!"

"What is it then?"

"Norway is planning on stopping by tomorrow." Prussia says solemnly. Austria appears behind him.

"This is your fault! Germany wouldn't have to go through this if it weren't for you and your stupid brother!" he yells as he walks towards me, pushing Prussia back."You don't deserve him! He's a man, you're just a little boy!" Now he's in my face and pushing me back. He raises his open hand and slaps me. Germany comes and pushes Austria off of me.

"Why are you with him Germany? Why? You deserve so much better! You could have Italy or England but you choose this!" Austria screamed. Hungary came in and pulled her husband back.

"Why are you screaming Roderich?" she said in a soft yet squeaky voice.

He took her hands in his,"Because dear,Norway and Denmark are following Iceland. And they're coming here next. You know how destructive those fools are."

She led him out of the room and closes the door. I hear them walking down the hall. Tears begin to flow from my eyes and Germany comes over.

"Why are you crying my sweet serendipity?" he asked as he held my waist.

"Maybe, I'm not good enough for you. Maybe Austria was right." I say.

"No exactly the oppisite meine leibe. You're to good for me." He lets go and locks the door.

"Shall we continue what was interrupted?"

I nod softly and push my body against his. He pushes me onto the bed gently and kisses my head. I kiss his chest and he moans loudly. He starts to caress my vital regions and kissing my throat. I turn around and he starts to shallowly thrust into me. I hear him moan in pleasure as he slowly thrusts, again and again. Before he came, he thrusted into me all the way, making both of us scream in pleasure. I kiss the bridge of his nose.

"Do you ever think of Italy? Or England?"

"Yes," he says quietly.

"Do you ever want to, be with them again?" I ask, tears threatening to spill out.

"No! Hell no Ice! I'm yours now and that won't ever change! Ever." he says loudly while intertwining our idle fingers. He kisses my hand and runs his free hand through my sweat soaked silver hair. Kissing my forehead, he closes his pale eyelids and rests his head on my chest.

"I love you," I whisper, and then fall asleep.

When I wake up, Germany is holding me to his chest. I look up at him and ask," What's wrong my love?"

I blink and focus on his scared expression. There's a cut on his cheek that has blood still dripping from it. I reach up to touch the gash.

"Norway. He-he-he tried to hurt you. To take you. I couldn't let that happen."

I clung to his waist and started to cry. He strokes my hair and sings a soft lullaby.

"Darling, today is supposed to be our wedding."

I hadn't realized what day it was, I was to caught up in what happened.

"Oh yeah," I say, my mind somewhere else entirely.

France came in,"Bonjour vous deux!" (Hello you two)

"Hallo Francis!"

He strides over and hugs us both. He has a pained expression on his face.

"What's wrong dear Francis?" I say as I get on some pants.

"I don't think you should have the wedding today," he says.

I sigh and reply."Yes I know. I just love him so much, I wnat to be married as soon as possible."

"Iceland I think he's right. I love you too but I want you alive," Germany says as he twists my hair around his finger.

"Fine. No wedding." I say with my arms crossed. Germany hugs my waist and sways his hips.

"We can have it any other time," he says, "Besides," he continues as he grins mischieviously,"this leaves more time to play."

I giggle and kiss his cheek. We walk out to the kitchen.

"We should go to a club tonight!" I hear Seychelles say.

"That sounds fun." I say to Germany.

"You can join if you want," Seychelles says,"I mean you two are getting married."

She waves us over to a table, seating England, France, Lithuania, Poland, and many others.

"We originally came for the wedding but then Seychelles offered this idea," said a voice.

I nod nonchalantly and walk to the table. Germany sits next to me and waves at everyone shyly, especially Poland.

"So what club are we going to?" I ask.

"That new club downtown seems really awesome!"

Prussia stumbles in, obviously drunk and shouts,"Someone call me?" and falls face first on the floor. Everyone laughs at the passed out drunkard but eventually helps drag him to his room. For the remainder of daylight we talk about little topics. When night time hits we all gather in France's convertible which has his flag on one side and Seychelle's flag on the other. It took about 5 minutes to get to the club. The front was plastered with blinking lights and posters. Girls in short dresses and high heels are swarming around the entrance. We all shove through the mob of whores and enter the club. It's a large, crowded room with loud, pounding music and smells of booze, drugs, vomit, and sex. Germany grabs my hand and pulls me into the middle of the crowd. As the crowd pushes us closer, he dances in a more sexual manner. I mouth at him that I'm going to get a drink. When I sit on the hard bar stool, I immediately get a drink. I ask the bartender who is it from. He points to a man in a hoodie, with the hood covering his face. I sip it cautiously and conclude it's safe. I slowly drink it all and get another one. I downed this one the same as the first one. I stop because I feel drowsy and stumble onto the dance floor. I hug who I think is Germany and say I love you before being pushed back. I blink and see Seychelle's confused face, not Germany's. I mumble and apology and stagger away. A hand clasps at my wrist and drags me into the bathroom. I feel myself being pushed into the darkest stall. I blink again and see eyes. Cold, purple, sunken in eyes.

"Norway No!" I screeach into the must filled air. I start to try and struggle out of his dead lock grip. He shoves my stomach against the cold graphittied wall. I cry out in pain as he smashes my right cheek against the wall. He slides my pants off, along with my boxers. I let out a bloodcurdling scream as Norway roughly thrusts into me. Someone enters the restroom and throws the stall door open. I look and France is running towards us. France throws Norway away from me and clutches me to his smells like clean water and a warm summer night. I bury my face into his shirt, trying to hide my tears, as he rushes into the fist pumping crowd. Germany and Seychelles see France holding me. They both run towards us with a hurt look on their face.

"What the hell France?" they say in unison. France puts my feet on the floor softly. "Mon ami et mon amour, let me explain. Norway dragged poor Iceland into the restroom and started to sexually assault him but then moi being the superhero I am, run in, grab Iceland and save his precious behind," he finishes with a grin.

"Literally," Seychelles says and giggles hysterically. Germany gives her a frown and she siliences her laughing. He grabs me and holds me close. "Can we leave?" he asks France. France nods and gathers everyone. We drive back to Austria's house and almost everyone goes to sleep. Me and Germany watch T.V. as I lay my head in his lap. We eventually go to sleep in the bed we share.

Sunlight streams in through the open window when I wake.

"Oh you're awake finally. Did you sleep okay you started to scream my name during your slumber. Gave me quite a scare."

"I did? I don't remember."

"Well you're okay now, right?"

"Of course I am. I'm with you."

He kisses my lips and says," I love you Iceland."

"Forever and ever," I finish with another kiss.

"This must be a dream."

"What?"

"Someone like you loving me."

"I was thinking the same thing my little Ocean Eyes."

"I love you," he repeats before sliding off the bed. He gets dressed in a plain, army green shirt and some black cargo pants. I dress in a replica of his shirt in my size and some green skinny jeans. We walk out hand in hand and eat our breakfast.

"I think I should get my stomach and stuff checked out. I have no clue what Norway put in that drink," I say between mouthfuls of food.

"Okay we'll go today meine leibe."

We scarf down our food and drive to a small doctor's office. The doctor does and X-ray and, strangely, and ultrasound. After he's done we wait for 40 minutes in the tiny waiting room. He calls us in.

"Everything looks fine. I would like to do one last Ultrasound though."

"Okay then!" I say ectastically.

He does the Ultrasound and about 3 minutes in he says something."Did you know you were pregnant?"

I cover my mouth with my hand and start to sob. "What stage?" I manage to choke out.

"About 2 months in."

Germany squeezes my hand.

"We're done. You can leave."

I stand up, legs shaking, and nearly fall.

"Will you be okay walking?" Germany asks nervously.

"Could you hold me please? Just for a moment?"

He hugs my waist tightly as he whispers it will be okay and that we'll get through this. He walks me out to the car and speeds back to the house. We finally get there and pull into the driveway.

"When should we break the news?" he asks.

"Today. I want to get it over with."

"Whatever you'd like my love."

He gets out and opens the door for me,

"After you sir." he says with a grin.

I giggle and step on the pavement. He holds my hand and walks me to the door. When we open it the smell of burnt bread fills our noses.

"After dinner," I whisper to Germany.

"So anything wrong with you Iceland?" Prussia asks.

I roll my eyes and say,"Even if there was I wouldn't-" I stop. I was going to announce it. I sigh. "No there's nothing wrong with me Prussia."

"Iceland!Germany! I made dinner!" England exclaims. Explains why no one was eating.

"No thanks!" me and Germany say in unison. We exchange a grin. Even in this madness we can enjoy the simplest joke. England sighs,

"Okay then."

Germany clears his throat and yells,"May I have everyone's attention please!"

Everyone turns to him.

"Now I know th epast few days have been chaotic but me and Ice have some good news."

He pauses to kiss me softly.

"Iceland is..." he trails off again.

"Pregnant! I'm pregnant god damnit!" I blurt out.

Gasps and whispers echo in the large room. I hold on to Germany's hand even harder than before. He kisses me again.

"What are you going to do with the child?" says a voice from the back.

"What do you mean? I'm going to keep it!"

The person emerges and the sight of her hair tells me it's none other than Hungary.

"Why would you even ask that?"

Austria steps up. "My wife is infertile. Besides, you don't deserve the child. Or Germany for that matter."

"You're right! I don't deserve him but miraculously, he loves me and I feel the same about him!"

Furious tears flow from my eyes.

"I'm glad you've acknowledged that," he says.

"I should've known it earlier."

And then I run to our room. Germany runs in as I'm packing my bags.

"What are you doing Iceland?"

I ignore him and continue stuffing the bag. He grabs my wrist.

"You don't have to leave Iceland."

"Be with Italy. We don't make sense together." I say coldly.

"That's why I love you though!"

"You shouldn't. You're way to good for me."

"Please don't leave," he pleads.

I zip up the bag,"I don't want you to get hurt."

"It will hurt if you leave."

I turn to the door and start walking."I'm doing this to protect you."

I walk out the room and towards the front door. When I open the door, a strange summer rain is pelting my face. I walk to Norway's house and by the time I get there, everything I have is soaked. I ring the doorbell and the door opens a crack. I see Denmark's tearful eye.

"Go away. Now!"

I hear Norway scream from down the hall,"Who is it?"

Denmark turns and yells back,"It's the boy!"

Footsteps echo down the hall and Norway's face replaces Denmark's.

"So you came crawling back? Took longer than I thought."

I nod and he waves me in through the small doorway. He stops to bursh the wet hair out of my eyes. He kisses my forehead.

"So love, why did you finally leave?"

"Norway, I'm-I'm-I'm-"

"Spit it out Ice."

"I'm pregnant."

"How long?"

"Two months."

"That's my child."

"How do you know?"

"You haven't had contact with him for that long."

My frozen brain puts the pieces together.

"You're completely right."

"I know, now come over here."

I walk into his open arms and they close around my waist. He lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. As he kisses me, he lifts my shirt up and over my head. I push him away.

"What's wrong my pet?"

I walk away and say,"I just can't do this, not so soon."

I walk into my old room, which hasn't been touched. I curled up on top of the old, silk, Norwegian flag patterned, sheets. My tears appeared as dark splotches as I think about Germany. My tears carry me into a long, dreamless sleep.

I wake to a shift of weight in my bed. My eyes dart back and forth, searching for Germany.

"Oh yeah I left him." I remind myself. Then I whisper to myself,"I'm sorry, so sorry Germany."

I clench my fists, attempting not to cry. A hand rests on my bare shoulder.

"What's wrong?"

I turn, hand on my shoulder. I sigh,"Oh it's only you."

It's Norway, who must have covered me and climbed in bed with me. He's used the excuse of nightmares since I was very little.

**********Flashback************

"Hei lille, can papa sleep beside you?" (Hei Lille=Hello little one)

My tiny head nods.

"Takk, papa had a bad dream," Norway said as he kissed my hair. (Takk=Thank you)

"Velkomin," I mutter in my native tongue. (Velkomin=welcome)

He chuckles and caresses my hair.

"Min sønn, gi pappa et kyss." he says softly.(Give papa a kiss)

"What?"

"Gefðu Papa koss." he says, turning my face. I giggle.

"Noregur þú ert svo kjánalegt." (Norway you are so silly)

I close my eyes and fall asleep in his arms.

****************End Flashback***************

"Ert þú í lagi?" he asks.

"I'm fine."

He hugs me but I push him away.

"Jeg vil have dig en gang mere," he says with a giggle. (I will have you once more)

****Update********

I don't know the words but I know it's Danish.

"You know Denmark never taught me!" I whine into his ears.

"Ja jeg vet."

A smile spreads across his face and I stare at it with burning hatred. He was so happy about me not being with Germany.

"Jeg elsker deg," he says, gently rubbing my stomach. I push his hand off.(I love you)

"Eg er ekki," I mutter as I get up.(I don't)

He leaves as he chuckles at my withdrawls from him. I hear a deep voice behind me.

Ich bin jetzt besser. I turn around quickly and see Germany. I run over and try to put my arms around his waist but my arms meet only air, and his apparation dissappears.(I'm better now)

"Þegar geðveikur, frábær."(Already insane, great)

Just then I hear the front door open.

"Denmark!"

I crack the door open and see Germany holding Italy. I close the door. Of course he got over me, it was stupid to think otherwise. I press my ear to the door.

"What is this?" Germany says, followed by a sharp scream from Italy.

"No! No! Don't do that! It's painful."

Oh his curl.

"I'm sorry Italy and Romano!"

"Si mi amor! If I had known it caused you pain..." Spain trailed off.

"Va bene mia cara," Romano says.(It's okay my dear)

I walk out of my room to where they are standing. "Hallo allir!"

Germany's eyes shift from Italy to me.

"You came here?" he whispers,"Island, meine liebe. Warum?"

I run up and embrace him, joyful tears dropping on his green pants. He lifts my face and hesitates for a second. He kisses my chapped lips deeply and his large hands cradle the back of my head.

"Ich vermisse dich," He whispers to me.(I miss this) He pushes my hair behind my ear.

"Perche?" the Italian says, wiping away tears.

"Italy!" Germany shouts as Italy runs out.

"Dannato you German!" Romano says as he runs after Italy.

Norway stomps down the hall.

"Run!" I shriek to Germany. We start sprinting to the open door. I look back and see a knife flying out of Norway's hand. I duck but the knife propels itself forward, lodging itself in Germany's spine.

GERMANY'S P.O.V.

"Please don't leave me," I whisper, as Iceland walks through the door. I fall to my knees. No Iceland. Don't. I stand and walk to the bed. The bed that he once laid in. No. I can't get all weepy. I lay down and Italy walks in.

"Mr. Germany! I'm so happy to see you!" he said as he pranced to the bed. He hugs me and I pet his hair. I see a piece sticking out and I pull it. He yelps and hits my hand away. I pull it again and he cries out. I go and ask Spain what it is, since I see Romano has the same thing.

"Can't say I know myself mi amigo." he said, also pulling on Romano's.

"We should ask someone, I'm pretty sure Denmark has one," I suggest.

"We should go tomorrow."

"Okay fine by me," I agree.

"Let's go to sleep mi corazone," Spain says as he holds Romano.

"Mister Germany, amor! Let's go to sleep too!" Italy says.

"Italy, my freund. You are just that to me, a friend. I loved you."

He hangs his head,"Yeah, loved."

I ruffle his beautiful silky strands of hair."I'm sorry. Sleep beside me if you want."

He smiles a cute child-like smile and I can't help but smile back. I used to love him, with a passion. He's so fun and childlike, vulnerable and beautiful...

"Meine liebe!" I shout out without thinking. Luckily, Italy isn't listening. He is walking ahead of me so I grab his arm and pull him back. I kiss his pink cheeks and whisper,"Maybe, maybe just once more, sweetheart."

He giggles and we walk into the room and fall asleep.

When me and Italy wake up I feel the same as last night. Sad, lonely, and utterly vulnerable and helpless. I rush out with Italy and see Spain with Romano just gazing into each others eyes. Me and Iceland used to do that, I think to myself.

"Let's go you two," I say and they look to me.

"Okay," Spain says.

"Can I drive?" Romano asks. We all exchange a glance and nod.

Italy runs his fingers through mine as we get in my truck. As we drive Italy sees a homeless man. His nose presses against the window.

"I wish I could help him. He looks so hurt and lonely..."

He was always so kind and considerate. That's how we met Iceland in the third grade.

**************Flashback***********

"Ludwig..." the Italian says, pulling back from our intimate hug.

"Ja meine liebe," I say gazing into his eyes dreamily.

"We should go play with that solitario boy over there!" he says pointing to a silver haired 2nd grader.

"Warum?" I whine in his ear,"We could be over here liebevoll each other."

"Stamo andondo," he says firmly.

I sigh and follow him. The little boy lifts his head. His purple eyes are beautiful and striking. A warmth grows in my stomach. How can I feel this? I'm alread in love with Italy.

"You don't need to be here," he says harshly, to harsh for a pretty faced boy like that.

"Okay we'll leave. Schwein."

Italy elbows me. "Are you sure?"

"Ja," he says.

"Auf Wiedersehen bezaubernd," I let slip.

"What does that mean? Is it German?"

"Yes it is German. It means..." I pause and blush slightly,"Goodbye Adorable."

He smiles, exposing his beautiful white teeth,"Ég held að þú ert sætur líka."(I think you're cute too)

*********End Flashback****************

We finally arrive at the house where me and Iceland spent our first weeks together...

"Mr Germany! Come on!" Italy says as he drags me into the house.

"Denmark," I yell down the empty hall. Denmark swishes down the hall and nods, telling me to speak.

"What is this?" I ask him while pulling on the hair.

"No! Don't do that it hurts them!" Denmark screams.

"I'm so sorry Italy!" I shout holding Italy's pale face.

"Si mi amour! If I knew it had caused you pain..." Spain trailed off.

"Va bene mia cara," Romano says in a reassuring tone.

"Hallo allir!" I hear a voice from down the hall.

I look past Denmark and see Iceland.

"You came here? Island meine leibe, warum?"

He rushes towards me, crying, and clutches his tiny arms around my waist. I hesitate and lift his chin to tell him I'm with Italy. But I see his bright tearful eyes and lose what thoughts I had before. I kiss his lips and cradle his head. I pull back to say something.

"Ich vermisse dich." I whisper as I push a piece of his shiny silver hair behind his ear.

"Perche?" Italy says, as a stream of tears flow down his cheeks.

"Italy!" I half yell half plead. Romano's happy expression is replaced with an angry one.

"Dannato you German!" And he starts running after Italy, Spain in tow. I hear footsteps down the hall that can only belong to Iceland's horrid brother Norway.

"Run!" Iceland screeches.

My military instincts kick in and I break into a sprint. I feel a sharp pain in my lower back and I fall to the ground. Iceland's hands are on my chest, ripping my shirt off.

"Now's not the time for sex Ice," I say jokingly and immediately gasp in pain afterwards.

I look at his face, eyes threatening to break the dam holding back his tears. His hands are working furiously over the pain in my lower back. My lips open slightly."Italy..." the word draws itself out in a long moan. The pressure is released and I try to stand, but my legs are unresponsive.

"Iceland!" I say in a terrified voice. My eyes dart everywhere, searching for him. Finally I see him talking into the house phone, his hands covered in blood. He scurries back to me and kneels to hold my hand.

"Please, please don't die. For Italy. For Austria, England..." he pauses."Please. For me."

His warm breath lay itself on my cold cheek like a lovely