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Iceland hadn't noticed how much he had walked until he barely kept himself from passing out in Norway's car. The ride seemed to take forever, and every so often Iceland's head would dip, and he'd black out for a few minutes. Each time this happened, Norway would look back and narrow his eyes, not happy with Iceland's exhaustion.
"You should have slept longer. When did you get to sleep last night?" Norway asked, when they were about halfway back to Iceland's.
"I don't know. Maybe two." Norway's blue eyes narrowed so much, he seemed to be cross-eyed.
"You should have gone to sleep earlier. I'm surprised you could even keep yourself awake at the park." Norway was always a little too protective. "You can sleep at my house tonight. I want to make sure you aren't up till two again."
"Hey, I thought you said we wo-" Denmark began loudly. Norway raised his fist and socked Denmark in the mouth, without even looking at him. "Ow! That hurt! But you can make up for it tonight when-" Norway punched Denmark again, and this time he shut up.
"Uhm… What is he talking about?"
"Nothing. Back to what I was saying, I want to make sure you actually get some rest. You've barely had any sleep this week." For a minute there, Norway almost looked embarrassed, or even scared. But, Iceland being the innocent nation that he is, he didn't notice, or even piece anything together.
"Why do you always want me to go to sleep early? Do you have something planned for tomorrow?" Iceland glared at Norway, then Denmark. Denmark looked like he felt awkward, and Norway just kept staring at the road.
"I might. And I only want you to go to sleep early so that you don't drool on my car. I don't exactly enjoy cleaning that off."
"I don't drool!" Iceland glared some more.
"You may not drool bro, but you talk like crazy! You're asleep for ten minutes and you basically tell us all your secrets!" Denmark laughed.
"What did I say? Tell me! You'd better not tell anyone anything!"
"Ha! Whacha got to hide?" Iceland threw the one toy he had won (A small shiny fish) directly at Denmark, who dodged it. "Nah, you really didn't say much. Mainly random words and sentences that made no sense. By the way, what did you mean by a rollerplane? Seriously what is that?"
"Nothing. What else?"
"Uh, you said some stuff about Hong Kong, but I really didn't pay attention, since I was still stuck on that rollerplane thing. Really, what is it?"
"Nothing. And that's all I mentioned?" Denmark nodded. "Okay." And with that, Iceland gave in to sleep.
-(\/)-
"Hey, bro, wake up!" Denmark said, poking Iceland's cheek.
"Where are we? What time is it? Would you stop doing that!" Iceland glared, and sat up. He looked around, seeing that he was in Norway's car, and that the car was parked in Norway's driveway.
"We're at Norge's house! It's like, ten."
"Okay." Iceland jumped out of the car, and looked around for Norway. "Where is he?"
"Oh, he went inside. He said something about, making sure the guest room was ready." Denmark began walking to the front door, and Iceland followed him.
They got inside, and Denmark flopped down on the couch, taking the television remote and flipping through channels. Iceland walked to the guest bedroom, ready to fall onto the bed and sleep. He found Norway making the bed.
"Hi. Thanks for letting me sleep here," Iceland said, motioning toward the bed, so that Norway didn't think he meant that he was glad to be sleeping over.
"Mhmm. I want to talk to you about something." Norway finished making the bed, and sat down, patting a spot next to him for Iceland. He sat down, wondering what Norway had to say.
"What about?"
"Well, while you were sleeping you said a bit about Hong Kong. I decided not to ponder the 'rollerplane' part, so I heard all the rest. I had first thought you just liked him as a friend. But . . . based on what you said, it seems like you have feelings for him."
"What are you talking about? I-th- I don't have any feelings for him!" Iceland felt a flash of heat in his cheeks, his expression panicked. Stop blushing! Stop blushing you idiot!
"Right. Then why were you talking about him so affectionately? Whenever you said his name you started giggling. And what you said . . . It was actually kind of funny, how you would say things like that, and then yell at yourself." Norway shook his head, a slight smile on his face.
"I- You're lying! I-I said nothing like that. I'm being serious and you're just joking around." Iceland stood up, his fists clenched.
"I'm serious. Do you really think I'd lie about this?" Norway asked, emotionless.
"I-no. You must be telling the truth. Bu-but I really don't feel that way! I-it must have been because of how nice he was." Even as he was trying to convince Norway, Iceland was also trying to convince himself. He kept on with an inner battle, then finally slumped his shoulders in defeat.
"Of course you don't feel that way. I'll just let you sleep now. I suppose you're still exhausted." And with that, Norway stood up, and walked to the door. Iceland gave a small wave as he left.
Iceland put his head in his hands, still trying to crush the feelings that were slowly growing inside him. He has such deep, honest brown eyes, Iceland thought dreamily. N-No! He doesn't! But . . . they're so beautiful. And his hair . . . it seems so soft and nice . . . No it doesn't! I have to stop thinking like this!
Iceland face-palmed himself, and lay down, sighing in exasperation. He closed his eyes, and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Sadly, he didn't stay asleep for long. He was jerked awake by a chain of grunts. He looked at the bed stand's alarm clock, seeing that it was two in the morning. Who was awake this late?
Iceland stood up, rubbing his eyes groggily. He yawned, and walked down the hall to the bathroom, washed his face and walked back toward his room. He had just lain back down and was almost asleep, when another chain of grunts, followed by a squeak, basically slapped him in the face.
"Wh-what's going on?" he asked himself, rubbing his eyes again and then yawning.
More grunts, followed by squeaks.
Iceland got out of bed again, irritated by whatever this was. He stumbled down the hall, about to yell at Norway for all this. Norway was the one who wanted Iceland to get more sleep, and here he was, making enough noise to wake up anyone in the house.
"Norway! Shut the f-" Iceland opened his brother's bedroom door angrily. But he froze when he saw what was going on inside.
At first he thought Norway was just sitting on Denmark's lap. But then he noticed that they were both bare-chested. And how Norway's head tipped back, with Denmark's mouth sucking on his exposed neck. With one hand Denmark was pulling on Norway's curl, and with the other . . . Iceland didn't even want to look that far down.
They didn't notice Iceland at first, and kept going on with their grunts and squeaks. Then Norway opened his eyes and saw Iceland, standing in the doorframe, frozen with shock and fear.
"Den, Den!" Norway whispered wildly, still looking at Iceland. "Hmm?" Denmark raised his head, then saw Iceland, and his eyes widened. "Ah, uh, h-hey bro, what uh, what're you doing in here?"
Iceland covered his mouth with one hand, about to barf. He ran out of the room, and back into his own. He jumped onto the bed and curled up into the fetal position, rocking frantically.
You didn't see anything, you didn't see anything. Nothing happened in there, Iceland thought, in denial. I have to get out of here. If I stay any longer that scene will just come back to me and I'll throw up. I need someone to come get me. Who? Eurgh, I don't want Finland or Sweden to know, they'd just decide to give me 'The Talk'. Maybe . . . Hong Kong, he could get me . . .
He got up and found his cell phone, right on the bedstand. He was glad Norway had put all the phone numbers of his 'friends' in there. No, don't think about Norway, don't think about him! You'll just remember! Then he remembered the earlier talk about Hong Kong. I-I don't like him. Not any more than a friend at least. I'll still call him.
Beep . . . . Beep . . . . Beep . . . .
"Hello?"
"Hi, this is Hong Kong right?" Iceland tried not to sound too frantic, tried to regain his normal emotionlessness.
"Yeah. Is this Iceland?"
"Uh, yeah. I-I need you to come get me."
"From where? Wouldn't you be at your house now?"
"W-well yes, but Norway"- Memories came flooding back, and Iceland tried to get rid of the image- "I, uh, it's a long story. C-can you just come to this address, and I'll tell you on the way to my house?" Iceland told Hong Kong his brother's address, and hung up.
Norway might want to check on me, he thought. Iceland packed his things and opened his window. He threw his things out of it, then he himself climbed out.
Iceland walked to the front yard, and sat on the curb, being careful to make sure that Norway couldn't see him from any windows. (He was right in front of a bush) There he waited for Hong Kong.
-(\/)-
"So, now that we're away from Norway's house, can you tell me why I had to pick you up?" Hong Kong asked as he drove.
"Urgh, first, can you- can you please not say that name. Or Denmark." Hong Kong shrugged. "We can just call them, uh, my 'brother's' okay?"
"Sure. So, uh, go on about what happened with your brother's. Did you guys fight or something?" Hong Kong looked at Iceland for a minute and then his gaze returned to the road.
"Well, this might take a while, but . . . Okay so I was sleeping, and I woke up because of a few noises. I didn't pay them much attention, and I went to the bathroom. When I got back to my room, I was about to fall asleep, when I heard the noises again. I assumed Norway was just trying to annoy me, so I got up to yell at him. But, in his room, he and, uh, my other 'brother' were . . . they were, uh, h-having, uh, some, err, physical interactions." Iceland blushed and hid his face.
Hong Kong widened his eyes, and his face lost its color. "Wh-what?"
Iceland swallowed. "They were . . . having sex . . ."
"And you just walked in? And they kept going? Or did they stop?" Hong Kong seemed scared, or disgusted. Maybe both.
"They didn't notice me at first. Then they stopped, and I ran out before they could say anything." Iceland leaned his head back, tempted to close his eyes, although he knew that the images from earlier would just come back to him.
"That's . . . horrible." Iceland seemed to think that Hong Kong was thinking of how he would feel if he walked in on China and . . . someone. Or Japan and Greece.
"Yeah . . . Look, can we not talk about it?" Iceland said, sounding very mean (Well, he thought so). "I mean, it-it's just that the image is still pretty fresh in my mind, and I really don't want to keep thinking of that."
"Oh, no, I get it. I would feel the same way if I walked in on one of my brothers." Hong Kong seemed relieved to be moving off the topic, which was exactly how Iceland felt.
"So, uh, how'd you like the park?"
"Oh, it was great. The rides were really fun." Hong Kong grinned.
"Yeah, they were. Oh and thanks for letting me hold your hand. I was a little afraid of the rollercoasters. But, not anymore."
"You don't have to thank me. You seemed pretty terrified and I didn't know what else to do. Korea still would've dragged us on there, even if you objected to it, and I didn't want you to be so scared." Hong Kong's somewhat-emotionless tone seemed a little strained, like that wasn't true.
Iceland nodded, and looked out the window. They were silent for the rest of the ride.
* So, you may be wondering what that little signy thing is, ya know, the one in the middle of the chapter. Well, Imma use that now, so that I dont have to seperate them into smaller chapters. Just so ya know.
Anyhoo, I really havent been getting many reviews, and I realize that I probably dont have many readers anyway. But, If you do read it, a little comment here and there would give me the inspiration to keep going, ya know? Im sorry for being all 'Review my work! Review it or die!' (I really dont say that though...) but i have no idea if you guys like this enough to waste one minute of you oh-so precious lives to review my story. Jeez I sounded b****y there. XD
I actually took more than one hour on this chapter. XD tell me if you like it! And if you guys want more improvement in fun, or improvement in chapter length, (again I say this) you need to ASK MEH. I'm ,sadly, not psychic. So, with that i ask you to:
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