Hey, I'm back.

I also had to come up with material for this chapter, since I only planned up to chapter five. (Yeah, that's how I am.)

So excuse the four-day delay, please :) And I don't own anything. I only wrote this story. (- Yeah, I forgot to put that in the beginning chapter, since my author's note was kinda long anyway.)

Okay, I'm done rambling. XD

Chapter 7

"I don't feel so good."

It took only those words to unravel Denmark's protective, brotherly side. "Then we gotta get home quickly and tell the others."

"No." Norway said, with mistrust in his voice. "I'm not telling."

"But it could be serious, Norge! What if you're infected with some dangerous virus or somethi-"

"I said no, and that's final!" He calmed a bit before saying, "It's just a headache. It'll pass."

"Oh, okay." Denmark took Norway's arm and walked off with him, still concerned.

"Norge, are you sure it's just some headache?"

"Yes. I'm. Sure. Now stop talking to me."

"What is it that you're not telling us?"

"Nothing. Leave me alone, please."

"You could at least tell me. I'm your best friend."

"You wouldn't understand." Norway mumbled, turning away from him.

"What?" Denmark asked, releasing his grip on Norway.

The latter turned his back on Denmark and whispered, "You wouldn't understand. None of you have ever understood me. I don't think you even knew what had been going on in the past few months. All I wanted was for you guys to comprehend my feelings. And when that wish came true, all of you act like possessive nutcases, so forgive me if I'm not thrilled."

"Huh? I still can't hear you."

"It's nothing. I'm just confused about stuff right now. You know, the entire situation with Italy and England."

Denmark just nodded, and the rest of the walk home was in complete silence.

"We're home!" Denmark shouted happily as he opened the door to the Scandinavian house.

"Don't talk so loud." Norway said under his breath.

"What's up with you, Brother?" Asked Iceland.

"Nothing. Just tired, that's all." He started to walk away.

"Norge said that he had-"

"Don't finish that sentence." Norway said, almost like a threat.

"Wh't did Norw'y s'y? T'll us." (What did Norway say? Tell us.)

"It's nothing serious. Denmark, no need to blab it."

"Ok'y, Norw'y, wh't's been going on th'se d'ys? You pl'y w'th y'ur food 't d'nner, you're l'v'ng c'nst'ntly, 'nd n'w you're r'f's'ng t' s'y 'nyth'ng. You h've t' t'll us, w' 're your f'm'ly!" (Okay, Norway, what's been going on these days? You play with your food at dinner, you're leaving constantly, and now you're refusing to say anything. You have to tell us, we're your family!)

"You wouldn't understand."

"What? For your information, Norge, we're the ones who grew up with you, and the ones you've been able to relate to from day one. The fact you're treating us like is just unbelievable! What happened to the quiet and calm Norway we knew? The one who made us laugh sometimes, the one who cared about us, the perfect brother? Come on, you seriously gotta stop acting like some old grouch."

"Don't you talk to me like that." Norway softly retorted, glaring.

"Now, brother, are you gonna spill the beans, or should I get Denmark to do it?"

"Neither one."

"Okay, you asked for it. Denmark, what exactly did Norway tell you?"

"Well, Ice, we were walking and he said he had a-"

"Don't say it!"

"Norway, shut up! Now, continue, please."

At that moment, nothing could've torn Norway apart more than his entire family turning against him, especially when they found out about his headache. Then they'd never let him go.

In frustration, he yelled, "Fine! Be that way!" And ran upstairs to his room. As soon as he was inside, he secured whatever locks he had on the door, collapsed on the bed and let out the flood of tears he had been holding in for a while, falling asleep soon after.

When he woke up, it was very late in the afternoon. For a while he just sat up in bed, bored.

After several minutes, he heard a voice that asked, "Pardon me, is something wrong?"

He dried his eyes and looked at the woman standing in front of him, Norway recognizing her airy figure.

"I'm kind of in a bad mood, so not right now."

"Are you sure you don't need my company, Norway?"

"Yes, I'm sure of it. For me, the best company right now would be a rock...hey, wait a second. Why am I even talking to her? She's just a figment of my imagination!"

"Oh, is that what you think of me? Just merely air, and nothing else?" She was starting to sound malicious.

"You're not real. I have to ignore you."

"I see how it is, Norway. I'd thought visiting other people would catch your attention, but it clearly hasn't."

"Wait, what others?"

Instead of answering, all the mysterious woman did was grab his arm and dug her sharp nails into it.

"Ow! Please, stop this!"

Norway's eyes snapped open as he awoke from his third nightmare.

"Oh, god. Not again." He said as he sat up and rubbed his forehead.

As if his other two nightmares hadn't been traumatizing enough, this one was the most painful one he had since it all began. It had been so bad, Norway thought he could actually feel physical pain from it.

"Nah, it's just my imagination getting the better of me. I should really stop thinking about these things before I go to sleep."

But no matter how he tried, he couldn't push it out of his mind.

"Norway, it's a simple nightmare, nothing's wron-"

He stopped abruptly as he eyed his right arm.

Right down the middle of it was a large, horrifying red mark.

Oh, dear...looks like our Norwegian protagonist is in trouble!

Man, that kid's been having some tough luck these days...

*Sigh* What do you think of this chapter?

The next one should be up soon, since I'll be on spring break.

Take care!

-Blue Cotinga Girl