A/N: Have you guys noticed I was writing the name for someone from another country, e.g. Danish with small letters- danish? Well, I'm retarded. In romanian, my language, you don't do it like that. Sorry for my mistakes from the previous chapters ;;;
Past meets present II
The magic club arrive at England's house.
The Briton searchs his pockets for the keys and opens the door, followed in the spacious house by Romania and Norway.
"Is anyone else in the house?" the Norwegian asks, whispering. England shakes his head no. "Scottland and Wales are gone for some business."
Romania smiles widely. "And the Irish brothers? You know I like them!" he says in a low tone, receiving a glare from England. His sister and brother are very annoying, but Romania seems the only to actually get along with them. "No. They are probably pulling tricks on someone."
They hear a bang coming from upstairs and Norway covers the boy's mouths. "Someone is here..."
"No shit, Sherlock." Romania rolls his eyes, pulling Norway's hand away. They silently go to the first floor and hear another bang from the last door on the hallway. Norway goes over and gulps nervously before pushing the door's held. They all gasp.
A young Scottland is drawing moustaches with a marker on England's photos. His British brother's clothes are also messily thrown on the floor, some of them even ripped. England screams and the red-haired turns to them, smirking.
"Do you like my artwork, brother?" he teases and notices the other two. "And you also have company." He rolls his eyes from Romania to Norway and smiles lustfully. "I'm still waiting you to give Faroe back. And yourself." he adds and Norway shows him the middle finger.
"Go fuck yourself, Scottland." the Norwegian growls, Romania looking at him shocked. Since when is Norway this aggresive...?
England comes back to his mind and goes over to Scottland to pull his collar. "I'm going to kill you! Look at my room!" he yells and Scottland gives him a death glare. "Oh, do you want to go to swim in the river, Artie?" he says darkly, making the Briton back away in fear.
Norway grabs his arms. "Oh, no, you're not going anywhere unless you find the spell!" he warns and England nods, turning to the confused Romanian. "Ro, come help me find the bock. It's a huge library, you know." Romania nods, heading to the hallway. Norway gasps.
'You're not leaving me alone with this idiot, right?" England shrugs. "You are to only one to can handle him. Romania would probably cry in fear and hide in the closet." "Hey!" England lets out a light chuckle before heading downstairs.
Norway glares darkly at the Scottish boy and the ginger just gives him a amused grin.
Meanwhile, at the Nordic's place...
Iceland and Faroe stay silently at the kitchen table as the girl feeds Mr. Puffin some biscuites while Iceland drinks his Coke.
Sweden comes in the room, followed by Hong Kong. Iceland smiles widely at the sight of his boyfriend.
"Lay hou" Hong Kong waves to Faroe and the young girl sits up and smiles back before going in the living room with Sweden.
Hong Kong pulls a chair and sits near Iceland. "So, what's up?" he asks and Iceland glares at him. "The sky." he replies, making the Cantonese boy chuckle. "You're cute even when you kill a question." The Icelandic blushes, taking a sip of his Coke. "Did you got my e-mail about the events that happened in the house?" he asks and the brunette nods. "I am quite amazed one of England's spells actually worked."
Iceland nods. "Norway went to his house to find a way to repair the problem." he says and Hong Kong looks at him amused. "Worried?" he teases and Iceland blushes. "S-Shut up..." he puts his Coke on the table and turns to face the older boy. "I'm not scared, because you're here...With me."
The brunette smiles and leans forward to plant a kiss on the silver-haired's lips. Iceland wraps his arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. They soon start a heated make-out session until a hand rests on Iceland's shoulders, forcing him to break the kiss and look up at a Danish grinning like an idiot.
"You two sure know how to hit it off!" the blonde exclaims, making both of the boys blush. Iceland looks around the kitchen and sees Netherlands standing near viking Danmark, now dressed in sport clothes. "You told Netherlands." he noticed. "You told Hong Kong" Denmark replies. "Touche."
Iceland points at their clothes. "What are you planning to do?" The Danish smirks and puts an arm around the Dutch's shoulders, making him twitch a little. "We're going to play football then get dead-drunk!" he says, making the young Danmark grin widely at the thought of alchohol. "Care to join us for a match?"
"No, thank you." Iceland responds, looking at Hong Kong. The brunette shakes his head. "I'd rather put fireworks on your roof." he says, making the Icelandic glare at him. "Or stay with my cute little Iceland." he teases, making the silver-haired blush. "As you want then." Denmark shrugs and leave in the backyard with his players.
Back at the Magic Club, in England's room...
Norway almost loses himself.
The Scottish sits very, very close to him. The boy reaches out for Norway's hand, but he pulls his hand away. "Stop it." the Norwegian demands, making Scottland sigh. "Not cool." "I'm so sorry for you, would you want a tea?" Norway teases, expresionless.
Scottland gives him a dark glare, before grabbing his wrists. "You act like a child." he says and Norway growls. "I'm older than you right now." Scottland smirks, tightening his grasp on Norway's wrists and pushes him against the wall. "Yeah, but I'm taller." the ginger says, leaning in. "And more powerful.". He leans even more before Norway spits him in the face. "Fuck you!" the blonde yells, struggling.
He hates Scottland. He always did. He actually hates the whole Kirkland familiy, except for England, who helps him sometimes with the magic, but it isn't friendship. Scottland also hates Norway, especially for taking a lot of his islands and teritorry. Lord knows how many panic and terror Norway did in his region and Ireland's in the viking era! It wasn't few times Norway almost killed them back then. Hunger for pain and destruction, wanting of territories, lust, the temptations of the money...all of those brought Norway mad back then until he was known as the most violent of the three scandinavians.
Did he regret it today? Maybe.
Right now he is busy trying to excape from his enemy's grasp, but Scottland didn't let go. He pushes the blonde on the bed and straddles his waist only to smash their lips together in a forceful kiss. Norway gasps under the boy's lips and tries to scream; maybe England and Romania would hear him. Scottland pulles his hair roughly, making the Norwegian under him shriek in pain. "I'll make you regret for everything you did, love." he whispers in the boys ear, after covering his mouth with a scarf and moving a hand down the older's pants.
England enters in the room and takes just a second to process the view he has in front of him. He pulls Scottland away and punches him, sending him right into the closet door. Romania comes in soon, looking at the almost crying Norwegian. He runs to him and pulls him to his chest. "N-Nor?" the Romanian asks worried; he never saw Norway crying...or showing any other emotions.
Scottland rises up and smirks at England, brushing his face where the Briton hit him. "Huh? Did my little brother just hit me?" "YES!" England yells, preparing his fist for another punch, surprising Scottland. "Well, I guess I'll just have to take care of you then..." the ginger smirks, throwing his coat on the floor.
"I don't t'ink ya'll go too far with t'at."
All the men turn to the door frame to see an adult looking Scottland leaning on it, casually smoking a cigarette. His face is expresionless, but you could cleary see a mark of anger on it.
"I neve' been so as'amed with ma'salf." the big Scottland growls, moving behind England and patting his shoulder. "Ya did great...At l'ast for once, Artie." England smiles widely and tries to hides his blush. "But ya kno' ya hit me, do ya? I'll 'ave to take care of ya late'." he adds and the Briton gulps, being pushed to the bed with Norway and Romania. Norway is still shocked, his face hidden in Romania's chest.
"I'll take care of ya, littl' me." the taller Scottland says, pulling his gloves on to start the fight.
A/N: Aaaaah~ My mother deleted the original file while I went to drink something... But I'm happy because I got better ideas while rewriting it!
Yeah...I thought that Norway would only be scared around Scottland...There have been a lot of fights between those two in the past not to notice. Even their islands...! Sorry if Norway is way too OOC! I know he is but... Also, sorry for Scottland's talking way...I just thought this is how he speaks...no offense!
Anyway, thanks for reading :3 I'll keep coming up with chapters, my mind is full of ideas!