Chapter 4 - NorIce

Norway's POV

I have a bad feeling about this, I mean he is my younger brother, I shouldn't feel this way about him. He hates me, I know he does but I cannot help it he is just too adorable, so I decided on this... I have a bad feeling about it though as if something is going to go wrong and I will mess up the bond we have shared since we found out that we were related. I suppose I better start from the beginning then:

I had given so many hints, so many clues to try and get Iceland to recognise my feelings but to no avail so I decided that I was going to make it more interesting; a little more mysterious. I wrote him a secret admirer note and left it on his desk in the meeting room; How was I supposed to know what happened next. I placed the note on the table under his name plate so no one else would see it then quickly exited the room before anyone came and spotted me. The only thing written on the note was a place: Greenland Cabin; a time: 21:40 and the date: 20/06. As I exited the room I turned and walked straight into Britain and America. "Oh I am sorry" I say in my usual monotonous voice hoping that they would just let me past away from the conference room. "Yo Norway dude, how are you?" I look behind me surveying the corridor before looking up at the blonde haired nation "Okay." Britain and America exchange a glance as I start to shift from foot to foot, I see America about open his mouth to speak when his smaller partner cuts him off "Well it was a pleasure running into you Norway but we really must be on our way, we have a few things to do before the meeting starts." I start to wonder what things the Brit is referring to when I notice a small blush on the American's face and the thoughts click. "No problem, Goodbye Britain, America." I walk off down the hall heading for the canteen to get myself a nice warm cup of hot chocolate. What I did not realise is that I had placed the note under the wrong name plate.

Denmark's POV

I walked into the meeting room to check where I was sat, smiling to myself when I realised I was sat next to Norway, the country I had been in love with for the past few centuries but my good mood suddenly disappeared when I saw who was sat his other side, Iceland the country HE had been in love with for the past few centuries. I decided that I would sit down and wait for the other Nordics to arrive when I notice a piece of paper folded up under my name plate. I pulled it out and was upset when I read the name on the top Iceland. someone must have mixed up our seats, I go to place the paper under Iceland's name when a strong sense of curiosity hits me willing me to open the note in my hand. It wouldn't hurt right? I unfold the note and instantly recognise the handwriting as Norway's. What has he written? could he not have just asked him in person? I read the note and see a time, date and place; Norway is going to confess! The damn bastard! I angrily fold up the paper and slam it down on the table by Iceland's seat, hating Iceland for making Norway love him; hating Norway for loving him and hating myself that I was not the one he loved. As I seethe to myself a thought pops into my head; granted it is evil but I love the idea so much I decide to go along with it, grabbing the note of the desk and placing it in my pocket.

As I hide the note Iceland walks in head down as if his feet are going to disappear from under him, he sits down bringing a hand up to stroke Mr Puffin who is perched on his shoulder as per usual. "Hey Ice, you alright?" I ask him trying not to let on that I am hiding something, he looks up at me with slightly glazed over eyes as if he had been crying not long ago. "Yea I am fine, just a small argument with Norway this morning." I am generally shocked. Norge is a man of no emotion, he walks around with a monotone voice and expressionless face. "What happened?" I ask curiosity taking over, I wanted to know what made my love angry, he looks back at the floor "The usual, he was asking me why I never call him big brother like I promised and I told him that I couldn't, he got mad and shouted that I never tell him anything anymore, I got mad and started to shout back. I j..Just can't call him big brother." He starts to cry again slowly tears spilling down his cheeks as he tries to angrily wipe them away. "Why can't you call him big brother?" asking him this makes him look at me a cared look glittering in his eyes, he looks around the room as if making sure that no one is listening before he opens his mouth and utters words I hate, words that pierce my heart; shattering it "I love him, more than a brother." We sit in silence then, as it starts to feel awkward, Britain and America walk in (A little red in the face mind you), taking there seats and sharing a sweet short kiss before Britain leans over whispering something in his lovers ear, making him blush. I decide enough is enough, with my crappy mood and everything so I gleefully shout "Yo dudes get a room!" They spring apart almost falling of there chairs, which makes me laugh I guess they really didn't notice me and ... I look next to me just to find that Iceland has disappeared, Mr Puffin is perched on the table missing a certain white haired boy. I shrug and look to the door spotting more countries arriving.

Iceland's POV

As Britain and America walk in both lost in there own little world that consists of just the two of them, I leave the room to wash my face, I mean come on I am not going to let Norway see that I have been crying now am I. I stand in front of the mirror sighing as I look over myself; my bow is crooked, I could never tie it by myself Norway always helped but he left before I got dressed because of our argument. I tried to fix it but gave up after the sixth failed attempt taking it of and folding it into my pocket, undoing the top button to make me look half way to decent. I look at the watch on my wrist and realise I am late to the meeting by 10 minutes, with a sign I turn and walk out of the bathroom deliberately walking slowly as to put off seeing Norway for as long as possible. It takes me another 10 minutes to arrive at the conference room, pushing open the door I step in walking straight to my seat without a word. sitting down I notice that everyone is staring at me. "I look down at my hands felling agitated when I realise no one has stopped until I finally snap. "Stop looking at me and get on with the meeting I don't want to be here any longer then I have to!" I look up to see all countries turn around facing Germany who is carrying on with his speech, all countries except one that is, I turn my head to find Norway looking at me, a sad expression on his face. He grabs my hand under the table squeezing it before letting go and writing something in his notebook, I thought he was noting down the things being said but found out I was wrong when he slid his notebook towards me. Reading what he had written I smile to myself and start to write back:

Conversation:

Sorry Ice

It's okay Norge I am sorry too

But you didn't do anything wrong, it was my fault

No it isn't if I would have just told you the truth it would have been better

What do you mean?

Not here... later?

we can meet up somewhere after the meeting

...

Norway's POV

Did he not get my note? I was sure that I left it on his desk under his name plate. Or maybe he is just playing dumb acting like he doesn't know... I look back down at the notebook and leave the conversation at that turning my attention back to the speak but not before I give Iceland's hand one final squeeze and try to pull my hand away... but to no avail. Strange? I look down at our hands to find nothing and trying to pull it away again only to find Iceland tightening his grip, looking up at him I find him smiling at me, I smile back and turn back to my notebook holding his hand all through the meeting.

Denmark's POV

I feel sick to my stomach all through out the meeting as I notice Norway and Iceland writing to each other passing a notebook to and fro, then once that had finished I thought I could relax but oh no now they have decided to hold hands under the table smiling at each other before resuming taking notes, it make me sick. Now I was even more willing to carry out my plan. I secretly took out the note from my pocket and carefully as I could changed the time to five minutes later so that Iceland would arrive just in time to see the show. I smirked to myself and stood up, dismissing myself as a proclaimed bathroom break. walking past both Norway and Iceland dropping the note by Iceland's feet then walking out of the meeting room and heading home.

When I get home I change my cloths, spiking my hair up and tying my shoes before I sit on the sofa planning out the actions I will take for the next few hours.

-Time skip-

Britannia Angel's POV

(To Norway)

Norway headed straight over to the meeting place after the meeting ended, it had ran over again today as all of the countries started to argue over different things such as England's cooking, Frances perverted thoughts and Russia and China's 'relationship'. After he had packed up his things he said goodbye and left practically running, even though he was going to be early. As Norway arrived he found the cabin easily seen as Iceland and himself played here quite often when they were younger countries, he walked up to the wooden structure reminiscing all the memories the place held. Putting on the fire to warm the place up and pulling out a blanket for him and Iceland to share as they spoke, setting up the kettle on the stove so that he could make them both a hot chocolate when Iceland arrived. He then sat on the sofa waiting... until he heard a knock on the door.

(To Denmark)

Denmark walked out of his house locking the door and walking in the direction of the meeting place, he had a smirk plastered on his face and an evil glint in his eyes. As he got closer he imagined the look on Norway's face when he turned up instead of Iceland; and the look on Iceland's face when he saw him with Norway. The closer he came to the cabin, the more certain he became that this was what he wanted. After 10 minutes of walking he arrived at the cabin, checking his watch, he was five minutes early. Denmark decided to wait outside for a few minutes listening to Norway making his way around the cabin possibly making the house ready for the wrong visitor, as the noises ceased and Denmark was sure that Norway was seated on the sofa, he made his way up to the door and quietly knocked, his smirk growing as he heard footsteps walking towards him and a happy "Coming".

The door opened revealing a shocked looking Norway, "Denmark? What are you doing here?" Norway asks, looking behind the Dane making sure that Iceland was not there because strange as it sound the man stood in the snow has been known to hurt the smaller nation before. Denmark just smiles before pushing the Norwegian into the hall of the house , pushing the door too, this was his first mistake. He trapped the usually expressionless man against the wall hands on either side of his head, "W What are y you d doing Denmark?" Norway looked scared as he tried to get away from the smirking nation holding him tightly in place. "You are mine Norway!" Denmark all but growled that last sentence making Norway quake in fear, before he forcefully pressed their lips together...

(To Iceland)

When Iceland was packing his things away after the meeting he noticed a small folded note on the floor by his feet, he picked it up finding his name written on it in Norway's handwriting, unfolding the note he read what was inside. When he read the note his heart sank, part of it was crossed out, Why? He re-read the note, when realisation hit him, he knew the handwriting to be Denmark's. What was he planning on doing to Norway? Iceland ran out of the meeting room, looking up at the clock as he did, 2130, he had ten minutes to get the cabin to stop Denmark. He ran as fast as he could not paying attention to where he was going but his legs leading him none the less to the cabin he knew so well. His heart dropped when he finally reached it at 2145, five minutes late; the cabin door was left ajar. Slowly making his way up to the door and pushing it gently so there was just enough room for the small nation to fit through, he heard the sounds of a struggle then a low growled sentence spoken by Denmark "You are mine Norway!" Iceland rounded the corner to see his brother held against the wall, shaking with fear as Denmark forced himself on to Norway. Before his brain had chance to stop him, Iceland launched forward throwing Denmark off his brother and knocking him to the floor. Sometime people forget how strong the small island really is. He runs over to Norway, who had fallen to the fall; is knees giving way, embracing his brother in a quick hug before helping him to his feet. They both turn around as Denmark gets up off the floor, spinning around the face them, he runs past them and out of the cabin shout at them all the way, neither one of them quite catching what he said. After a few moments of silence Iceland decides to break it, "I got your note." He says weakly, looking down at the floor as if it would start talking to him, but looking up again when he heard his brother laughing, a sound not heard often. "I am very glad you did, who knows what might have happened if you weren't here." Iceland grabs hold of Norway's hand leading him to the sofa and wrapping the blanket around them both, as he sits on his older brothers lap. Norway wraps his arms around Iceland's waist pulling him as close as possible, breathing in the scent that he recognises as Iceland before speaking again "I am sorry Iceland, I know you hate calling me big brother but I wanted to know why and I upset you." Iceland leans back resting his head on Norway's shoulder, "I don't hate that you are my brother, I just wish you weren't. Norway tenses, thinking that his love really does hate him after all, Iceland realising what Norway is thinking quickly corrects himself. "I don't hate you Norge, the complete opposite really, I don't want you to be my brother because.. be because I... I lo..I love you Norge." Norway freezes thinking he must have heard wrong Until Iceland turns around in his lap bringing one hand up and placing it on Norway's cheek. "I love you Norge but I know you only like me as a little brother, he starts to move his hand away but is stopped by Norway bringing his hand up, holding Iceland's in place. "I love you too Ice, I thought you didn't like me so was scared of telling you" Iceland placed his other hand on the side of Norway's face closing the gap between them until their lips locked, it started out as a slow passionate kiss before Norway tilts his head and drags his tongue across Iceland's bottom lip, who immediately opened his mouth allowing Norway to explore his wet canvas, before pulling away glad to hear a quiet whimper from Iceland. They sit on the sofa, Iceland still sitting on Norway's lap but this time with his back resting against Norway's back, watching the TV both lost in there own thoughts, as the night slipped away.