Meeep! Sorry for the late update. School has been tying me down and I couldn't think of what to write D: Oh well, chapter 3 is now up. Anyway, lets get to reading this. Talley-ho!

~Love NatNat~

Running quickly was difficult, especially on the rough Icelandic terrain. Iceland was used in training for the first men to land on the moon, so those not trained found it exceptionally difficult. Right now, those unlucky people just happened to be England and America, running as fast as they could to the Icelander's house once they saw the Russian military jeep driving on a straight course with the house.

Once they arrived, they found the vehicle parked out front of the house. It's khaki green camoflage stuck out like a sore thumb in the harsh Icelandic enviroment. They crashed through the door and ran around, searching for any sign of the Icelander. There was a loud scream from the bedroom, which meant only one thing. They felt their blood freeze at the tone and pitch of the young boys cries of pain and fear. There was a long moment of silence before they moved and kicked his door down. Inside, they found the tall Russian, zipping up his pants again.

On the bed lay the young Icelandic boy. His hair clung to his face, damp with sweat. His clothes lay on the floor, crumpled and torn. His bare, pale skin shone with sweat, a sheet draped just over his lower half. His entire body shook and his face was a deep scarlet. He had several yellowish-purple bruises along his jawline and across his chest and blood trailed out the side of his head.

England and America stood in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. Before Russia had a chance to notice them, America was on his back, arms wrapped around his neck in a deadlock. Russia thrashed about, pulling out his pipe trying to knock the American off him. England moved towards the Russian shortly after. Pulling out his gun, he aimed at Russia, his body shaking just the smallest fraction. On koling, the lights went out, making it impossible to see. There was a long silence, followed by a cold breeze before lighting returned.

"Let go of me ya bloody git!" Was the first thing that happened when they could see again. America, instead of putting Russia in a deadlock, he had England in one instead. America laughed before letting go. They looked around and found there was no sign of Russia, even the jeep out front had gone.

For a moment, they had forgotten about the shivering Iceland, shying away into the corner of his bed. It was obvious what had just happened. The Russian had just took advantage of Iceland's defenselessness and raped him. The room smelt stuffy with blood and sweat. England walked over to Iceland and sat on the edge of the bed. He knew what rape was like. Many times had he been raped by France, Scotland, Prussia and others. Although it had been along time ago, the memory was clear and vivid, making him to shiver.

"Iceland..it'll be okay.." He said, more like a whisper, trying to reassure his neighbouring country. Even though these two have had their battles over fish in the Cod Wars and numerous other feuds, they still were friends in intense times like this and the odd occassion where they would get along for no reason. Although both liked it when this happen, neither would admit it.

A soft whimper from Iceland sent America walking over and sitting on the side of the bed to. Making a wrong move, America placed a hand on Iceland's shoulder, who flinched from his touch and crawled further into the corner, making himself seem as small as possible. America frowned at the visible trauma that the young, white haired boy was suffering through. He stood up again and placed a blanket over his shoulders before grabbing some clothes for him out of his drawers.

"Iceland...I'm so sorry we weren't here earlier.." England said. He seemed to be blaming himself for some odd reason. Iceland just shook, the odd whimper escaping through the cracks in his lips. All down his neck, bright red hickeys and bite marks covered his pale skin. His lips were swollen and bruised from the roughness behind the forced kisses by the tall, Russian man.

After awhile, Iceland was up and in the clothes America had taken out for him. Downstairs, England and America were giving Iceland some time while they collected essentials like food and water, warmth, flashlights, anything they wound find handy. A few minutes earlier they had heard the water being run in the bath. England knew that Iceland was probably bathing, he had heard people liked to do that after being raped, perhaps to wash off that person's filthy sin off their body and to try and forget. England had never done this but Iceland was different, he just loved bathing non-stop, especially in the hot springs. Once Iceland came down, his expression looked a little better. The trauma wasn't so visible on his outside, but on his inside, both knew that he would be crying and screaming.

They decided that the best way to keep on the down-low, was to travel to Reykjavik by foot. All three of Iceland's cars were brightly coloured, and immediatly recognisable as his. Iceland knew that he was safe with England and America. They had stayed at his house many times before, all being NATO associated. During the Cold War, they visited frequently and in WWII England had stayed before America took over so England could fight elsewhere.

By now they were 5 km away from the house and it was turning to nightfall. The air became quickly icy, their breath showing.

After two more kilometers or so, it was dark and they decided to stop for the night. Iceland had showed them a cave right beside the Skula river. To get to the cave though, they had to climb down the cliff face, the rocks slick with water and moss. Luckily their boots had good grips. Once they got to the bottom, they walked into the cave and set out their sleeping bags. They climbed inside, welcoming the warmth overwhelming their bodies. Iceland fell asleep almost immediatly and America followed soon after. England kept awake to keep watch for any Russian patrols.

It was now past midnight. England looked over at Iceland to seem him violently trembling before letting out a scream. England knew he must be having a dream of what happened earlier. America sat up and hugged Iceland, not thinking at all.

"Shh..it'll be okay" He whispered. Iceland screamed again and struggled against America.

"N-no...please...d-don't do this! Let me go!" He pleaded. America stared at the scared nation and let go, confused at what he did wrong.

England walked over and sat beside Iceland. He wanted to put an arm around him and comfort him, but if anyone touched him, Iceland would freak out and panic.

"It'll be okay Iceland. Russia ain't gonna get ya now. America and I will protect you okay?" He said, flashing a kind, warm hearted smile to Iceland. It was very rare that anyone saw this side of England. Iceland hesitantly nodded and closed his eyes tightly before curling back up in his sleeping bag. England stood up and walked back towards where he was but was stopped when Iceland held onto the cuffs of his trousers.

"D-Don't go...p-please" Iceland pleaded staring up at the Briton, his violet eyes wide and desperate. England looked at him for a moment. It was a very rare occassion when Iceland begged for England to stay with him or even for help. He was so headstrong and independant on the way he went about doing things. England grabbed his sleeping bag and sat next to Iceland, allowing the boy to have the sense of security.

"Now get some sleep" He said quietly, glancing over at the sleeping American and cursing how lazy that git was. Iceland nodded before shutting his eyes again, quickly falling into the dark depths of slumber. England sighed and looked at Iceland. The way his hair was gently drapped across his face like a clean handkerchief and the way his eyes were gently closed, his long white eyelashes gently sitting over his cheek mad him look like something out of a fantasy or other world. It reminded him of one of his magical friends that nobody else seemed to see. Quickly he averted his eyes, his cheeks boiling a deep pink. If Iceland woke up and saw England's eyes on him, he would panic. He looked to the entrance of the cave before laying down, sure to keep a reasonable distance away from Iceland.

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