Can I Trust You?

Chapter 7: Forgive Me, Won't You?

-C.I.T.Y.-

Iceland was sitting on the couch watching TV when the front door opened and Norway came in close to tears with a hurt looking Sweden following behind.

"What's going on?"

"What the hell are you doing here?" Norway snapped as he turned his back on them.

"N'thin's wr'ng, Ice…" Sweden sat down beside him, radiating heat and anger like he was an oven.

Iceland was about to ask if they were sure when he heard Norway sniffle. He turned to see Norway leave the room. Berwald didn't comment, so neither did he.

"Where's big brother Den?" Iceland leaned back slightly and watched as Sweden stiffened before shrugging. "Why aren't you home?" Another shrug. "Is Finland still away?" Another shrug. "Well, what do you know?"

"I know you should stop talking and watch TV…" Norway was back, looking as pokerfaced as ever. He sat in between Iceland and Sweden, reaching for the former's hand.

Iceland did not ask why Norway wanted to hold his hand, and he didn't comment on or ask about the fact that he was shaking like a leaf. But he wasn't sure if it was because Sweden didn't mention it, or if it was because he didn't feel comfortable enough it ask.

-At the Swedish-Finnish-Sealandian household-

Finland stared at the door for about five minutes before he opened it to find that they had indeed left. Left him in this house with someone that he felt he could not trust. He didn't lie, he just didn't tell the whole truth. That was all.

"F-Fin…"

Finland stiffened before turning to the staircase. Denmark was up there. He must have been hurt. Finland relaxed and walked slowly up the stairs to find Denmark lying in his bedroom door way holding his chest and nose. He was bleeding.

"Help, Fin…"

"Um, okay…M-move your hand, let's see it…" And even from for away Finland hissed at how painful the broken nose looked, he had dealt with some of those before, so he knew how to pop it back into place. He stepped closer and knelt down before grabbing his nose and snapping it into place. He cringed at the pained cry that Denmark gave, but set onto his other injuries…By the way he was holding his middle torso area, it seemed he had some sort of rib injury. "D-Don't move Denmark, we'll get that fixed up in no time…"

"I'm sorry…" Denmark's broken voice called out to him. "Please, forgive me…"

"There are too many reasons not to, Den…I let you ruin this without even knowing! Just, stop, I'm going to get help!"

"From who?"

"You'll see!" And with that, Finland ran downstairs and called the only person he could think of when it came to knowing about bodily injuries…

"H-h-hello?"

"Hello, Latvia! Is Lithuania home?" Finland asked, politely.

"Oh, yes, Finland! Hello…But, no, Lithuania is not home, I'm sorry to inform… I'm the only one here…" Latvia's small, scared voice explained on the other line.

"Oh, I'm sorry to bother you! Thank you, goodbye!"

"You're welcome…Good bye…"

Then he called the only other person that seemed to be able help when it came to these sorts of things. Someone that was part of Europe, but was not part of the Baltics or cold enough to be considered parts of Russia…

"Hello, Hero speaking!" Well…that wasn't him, obviously.

"Put down the phone, eh! Arthur will get mad!" That wasn't him either.

"Nonsense, Jerkland will be glad that he got it! He's so old he can't hear anyway!" That sounded like a smaller version of him…

"That's right Sourcils will be glad that he got the phone, he's quite…occupied…" That wasn't either…

"Um," Finland scratched his cheek. "Is England home?"

Cue annoying American laugh. "Yeah sure! Hey, Artie, phone!"

"H-hello! Who is this?" England asked.

"It's Finland, I need you help. Denmark is hurt. It'd be great if you could get here quickly to treat him, I-I can't bring him to a hospital and you're all that I can think of…"

"Is something else wrong, Finland? I can hear it on your voice." England asked.

"Momma, is something wrong?" Sealand asked.

"No, everything is fine…Just, please get here…"

"…I'm on my way. Be safe until then…"

Click. Finland hung up the phone and sat it on the end table before darting up the stairs. He found Denmark passed out where he had left him, his nose was still bleeding. He ran and unlocked the door before grabbing some tissues to clean off his face. Once upstairs he lifted up Denmark's hand and sat it on his lap, cleaning off the blood…

After about an hour or so, there was a knock on the front door before the person let themself in. "Where are you?" The voice called.

"Upstairs." He called back and settles his back against the door way. Seconds later, if that, England was at his side, checking him for injuries.

"What happened, did he hurt you?" England looked at Denmark's bruised nose before looking at Finland, perhaps wondering why he was uninjured.

"The other Nordics are kind of upset with me…I guess Denmark pissed off Sweden so he punched him…Broke his nose and banged him up pretty bad…" Finland shrugged. "A lot of stuff happened today that shouldn't have…Sometimes-sometimes being a nation sucks, because everyone knows your business…Pretty soon we'll be closing off our borders to each other…Well, when he kicks me out by force…"

"Kicks you out? What the bloody hell is going on? You guys are inseparable…Is that why Sealand is over? Did you two fight?" England checked Denmark's chest for broken ribs. "And what's that about not taking this bloke to a hospital?"

"Sve might kick me out because he's very upset with me…What's going on is Denmark's scheme gone too far or just far enough depending…and Sealand left on his own accord…As for Den, I didn't want to take him to the hospital because this idiot doesn't need proper treatment. And if this permanently incapacitates him, he deserved it!"

"What did he do?"

"He ruined my relationship with Berwald and Sweden! He ripped up our flags and ripped out our hearts! He can't trust me and I feel like I'm losing him to Norway, who Denmark just found out that he's in love with! All because this idiot slept with me!" Finland shouted, leaning back and sliding from under Denmark.

"I have no real experience in medicine, so I'm doing little, but we should just leave him there if he did all that…And when you say 'slept', do you mean you actually slept on the bed…or you had sex with him…"

"He had sex with me…While I was asleep. We were both drunk and everything was hazy! I thought it was a dream…I-I thought it was Berwald…I just…Did he lie about that, too…? Did he do it on purpose? I trusted him, this isn't fair!" Finland stormed down the stairs and pulled in his coat.

"Where are you going?"

"Out, I need to leave! I can't stay here. Berwald wants me out, Sve wants me out…I can't just linger. When a nation wants you gone, you leave. No other option. I have to go back to Finland before he gets someone to make me leave…" Finland spun in a circle as if not knowing what to do before settling on turning to England, who took a step back. "I don't know what to do…"

"First off, calm down…Obviously, this is something that you two need to talk about. If he really wanted you gone, you'd have been out by now, right? Anyway, if this is entirely that fellows fault, why is he mad at you?" England raised a thick eyebrow at Finland.

Finland had the urge to hug him, he missed Sealand, but he became somber at the answer to the question. "He thinks I allowed all of this to happen…But, of course, I didn't…"

"Well, there is a start. You know what happened. Go talk to him. I'll watch this git…Go…" England lightly pushed him toward the door. "If we're gone when you get back he walked away and I went home."

"O-okay…Thank you…"

"No problem. Now go!"

-At the Norwegian-Icelander-Danish-Swedish-household-

Iceland sat at the table with the two quiet nations feeling slightly uneasy… Denmark's loudness was obviously missing, making this silence relaxing, but somehow the air felt tense…

"So-?"

"Shut up, Ice…" Norway said stabbing a utensil into the meat on his plate. "Let's enjoy the peace and quiet, or I kill you!" Norway was back to stabbing his food in silence.

"I don't want this silence though…I feel weird, like something happened that you guys won't tell me about…Why? Aren't I a part of this family?" Iceland pushed back his plate and glared at his 'brothers'… After a pause…"Fine, I'm going to bed."

Norway went to follow him, but then the doorbell rang. He sighed and went to answer it. When he opened it, he tried to close it again, only to have the person put his foot in the door.

"Please, let me in…I just want to talk, no fighting or yelling…A quiet talk, please?" Finland pleaded as he looked into Norway's violet eyes. "Please?"

"Sverige won't be happy…"

"Fine, then let me talk to you out here first…" he smiled slightly when Norway pulled the door to and turned to him. "Denmark wa-…"Norway was walking away. "W-wait!"

"Shut up!"

"Okay, not him…When I was at home, England told me that I should talk to you guys because we shouldn't be fighting. He made me realize I was being a coward, and I don't want to be…Don't give me a reason to be! I just want to tell you my side of the story! And then we can all come to a conclusion, and then—and then…!?" He didn't know what happened after that.

"Shut it already, I get it…Get inside…" Norway turned his back to him and gestured at the front door. "Go talk to him, I don't care…"

"Norway, something you should know about Den…He…He's sorry…He just did it for you…I get his scheme now…He was jealous, and tried to break me and Sve up because we couldn't be happy if he couldn't have you…He was practicing his confession when you two walked in…It was really nice, and all for you…" Finland smiled, pushing the door open and stepping inside.

Norway was left in the doorway to think about what he said and why before he began to cry.

Finland walked into the kitchen to see Berwald's back to him. He wondered briefly when he started thinking of him as Berwald and not Sweden, but that didn't matter now. He snuck up behind him and wrapped his arms around his neck. He felt Berwald stiffen, and then relax. He planted a kiss on his neck before kissing his cheek and frowning when Berwald gripped the table.

He must have thought that Finland was Norway.

Finland smiled before pressing thin lipped kisses to Berwald's neck and cheek. He hoped that he didn't realize too soon. He forced Berwald's eyes closed before turning his face to him and kissing his lips. He forced Berwald to push his chair out so he could sit on his lap. He nipped at his jaw before kissing and leaving marks on his collarbone and unbuttoning his dress shirt from the day before…

His hands were suddenly held tight in Berwald's grasp and he looked up. Relieved, he kissed Berwald's lips again, softly loosening Berwald grip and kissing Berwald until he finally gave in and responded. He nipped at his earlobe suddenly, and that must have reminded Berwald of him, because Berwald jerked back pushing Tino back at arm length to stare at him.

"'m see'n' th'ings…" He said after a while. "'m sorry, Nor…"

And that's when Tino lost it and threw himself at Sverige…He was shoved back, however, when he attacked his earlobe again.

"St'p. 'm sorry…" Berwald stood up and kissed his forehead before walking away.

"Y-you idiot!" Finland yelled, suddenly angry. He kissed him thinking he was Norway! That was not okay. "What else do you two do behind my back! You do not kiss someone else no matter where the kiss is planted! Do you hear me?! I hate you Berwald, I feel sorry for Denmark! Leading me on and his love interest! I hope you and Norway are happy together…" Finland flew out the door, shoving passed Norway.

"Fin, w'it!"

"'Wait'?" Finland hissed under his breath, turning around just in time for him to see Berwald and Norway nearly run into each other. They both backed away, blushing, seeming to forget the Fin racing home.

With an enraged growl, Finland picked up the closest thing and flung in at them. The closest thing happened to be a pebble, but it got their attention. "I hate you!" With those final words he turned and ran away.

He tore into his front door and threw himself onto the couch, nearly crying his lungs out.

"Didn't go too well?"

Finland jumped, and found, through watery eyes, that England was still there. He was peering at him from the staircase. "N-no, not really…" He turned his head to face the back of the couch.

"Denmark is still here, but do you want me to leave?"

Finland wasn't sure if he was being polite or asking permission, but he was going to take advantage. "C-could you stay here a bit longer? I just want the company…"

"Sure…" England walked down the stairs and looked for a place to sit. Finland sat up for him and turned on the television. England sat down and watched the program with him. After a while he broke the silence. "Is there anything you do to make yourself feel better?"

"I never had to go through anything like this… I think Berwald was cheating on me with Norway to begin with…Or at least harbored affection for him…"

"Everyone has harbored affection for someone, but got together with someone else. Just certain situations make you uncomfortable with it… Francis used to harbor a small affection for Roderich, due to jealousy mainly… But that didn't turn out… Prussia harbored affection for Hungary, but instead ended up with…with…"

"Canada…" Finland supplied, frowning. "Those are different though, aren't they? He never seemed to like him until all this came up…"

England shrugged. "Some things have funny ways of presenting themselves. I have to go make dinner soon, so maybe I should bring the poor fellow somewhere to be seen for his injuries?"

Finland nodded. After helping carry Denmark to his rental and watching them drive away, Finland felt the emptiness of the house at its fullest. He cleaned all the blood off of the bedroom floor before going back and watching TV…

How can I trust you, after all that you did…? It isn't fair, and I don't-I can't-believe in you anymore… Finland leaned back against the couch and cried. "And then, Sve, how can you not believe me, how could you cheat on me? Did you ever love me at all…?"

-At the Norwegian-Icelander-Danish-Swedish-household-

Sweden was just thinking something along those same lines as he sat down with Norway at the kitchen table once more… Iceland had questioned them about the yelling before storming away when no one answered him. Sweden sighed. What was he supposed to do now?

Norway twitched when the phone rang. He got up and answered it. "Hello?"

There was a long pause as if he was contemplating hanging up or not.

"Shut up, just stop! I don't want to hear this from you! I don't care! No! Do not bring him here, England! He…" Norway paused. He started to shake again before slamming the phone down and running away.

Sweden did not want Norway anymore upset than he already was, so he did not follow or ask if he was alright or what the phone call was about. He realized he still heard someone talking over the phone and picked it up. "H'llo?"

"Oh! Sweden! Hello…The hospital is letting Denmark out, but I can't figure out where to bring him. He needs to be around people…"

"I d'nt care, wh're y' p't 'im…S'nd 'im 'ome."

"To Denmark? But no one is there…What's wrong with Norway…"

"Dunno."

"Who isn't mad at him?" It was a rhetorical question, but at the same time Sweden felt liable to answer.

"Greenl'nd…or th' B'ltics…R'ssia…"

England shuddered. "Um, okay…I'll try some of them… You take care now, Sweden. Good bye." England hung up after that.

Sweden sighed and hung up the phone. That explained why Norway was upset…but he still was not going to bother him, that wouldn't do him any good…

He just hoped England didn't have to take the Dane home…That would be messy…

-In the Swedish-Finnish-Sealandian household—

Finland had fallen asleep on the couch only to wake up minutes later to a sharp knock. He sat up and looked around, slightly nervous at who would be visiting him after all that happened. Surely no Nordic, unless they failed to tell Iceland…

He stood up, stretched, and opened the door.

"Hi, Tino…"

Finland blinked at Sealand and smiled sadly. "Hey, Kiddo…What has you back so soon?"

"Jerkland wasn't back for me to bother, and that creep France was trying to touch me! America just kept laughing and eating hamburgers. Then there was that other bloke that seemed to just up and vanish! I got bored and left…" Sealand smiled up at him. "And maybe I missed you…But that's not the point…Where's Berwald?"

Finland felt his eyes sting. "N-not home…We had a little fight, okay? I have to leave soon…D-do you want to come with me? Or do you want to stay here?"

"You're not together? W-why?" Sealand shoved passed Finland and looked around. "That isn't like you guys! You were fine before I left! This doesn't just happen overnight!"

"No-it doesn't…It took a while. But maybe we'll see each other soon? He can't stay mad at me forever for something I didn't do…" Finland shrugged. "I gave up trying to tell him, he won't listen…"

"Then I'll tell him! I don't want to be with only one of you…I'm so used to you both now!" Sealand turned away and went running into the darkness of the outside world…

"Peter…" Finland frowned, but was happy that Peter felt that way about him.

-To be Continued-

Norway, cry? Too OOC? Tell me and I'll fix it… -_- Seriously, tell me…

If anyone is wondering how people get to and fro so quickly, I'm just going by how they pop up in the series, I mean… It's weird, but maybe the nations don't travel like people do! I figured that since their countries are considered their houses, then it doesn't take an hour for you to walk to your neighbor/s house…but since England is on an island maybe it would for him? They are way too important…I dunno, it just makes this cleaner and faster doesn't it?