Warning: This chapter is rather violent, so if that causes a problem for you it's okay to skip this chapter, looking up the Stockholm blood bath on Wikipedia will probably tell you more anyways (:

The doors swing open and I walk onto the balcony with Island clomping along behind me. It's a wonderful, sunny day, children, like Island, shouldn't be inside on days like today, or so I thought. Unfortunately for my rambunctious little brother, when I see the balcony's other two residents it becomes very clear that today is not a good day to play outside.

Danmark and Sverige stand silently at the end of the balcony well Danmrak holds Sve's head down, forcing him to look at the ground below. I can hear the sound of screaming and a sharp blade, then I see Sverige flinch.

I don't know what's going on, but I know that whatever it is it's not good, so I do the first thing I think of; I spin around and cover Islands eyes.

He squirms about in my lightly placed grasp before asking a question that I can't answer. "Big brother? What's going on?"

So I lie,"Nothing sweet heart."

He reaches up and pushes my hand away from his face, looking up as I move to block his view. "Then why are you hiding my eyes?"

I put on a genuinely fake smile and rack my brain for another lie, "Well... umm, there was a really big spider and I know how scared you are of spiders, so I hid you from it."

He raises a silvery eyebrow at me, "But big brother, I'm not afraid of spiders."

My mouth coils into a nervous grin, "Oh that's right! Silly me I forgot. You know what, why don't you go inside and play with Finland? Theres an awful mess out here and I need to clean it up, it will be no fun for you, now off you go," and I hastily push him back inside.

As soon as the heavy wooden doors shut behind him I go racing up to the balustrade, only stopping when I reach Danmark and Sverige.

I lean over the balcony intent on seeing what's going on, only to be met with a horrifying spectacle. A pile of bodies, pale with their warm red blood pooling onto the brick patio beneath them and filling the hot summer's day with a wretched stench.

When I look just a bit farther I can see a disorderly mass of nobles standing with swords held to their throats as they waiting to be beheaded. One steps forwards and I close my eyes. When the axe comes down I hear a sound I haven't heard since the Viking age, it's the sound of murder and I don't think I like it anymore.

When I open my eyes there's another body on the ever growing pile and a fresh puddle of blood on the ground, but I don't mourn the human, humans come and go. Instead I turn away, facing the two men next to me and I yell, "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE?"

Sverige makes a failed attempt at pulling himself away from Danmark's unforgiving grasp and gives me an angry, mumbled response. "D'n's k'll'ng a'l tha Sw'd'sh n'bl's nd cl'rgy m'n th't er app's'd to tha D'n'sh k'ng nd h's m'king mi w'tch." (Dan's killing all the Swedish nobles and clergymen that are opposed to the Danish king and he's making me watch.)

Danmark makes a soft hissing noise. "Shut up Sve, were not done yet."

I let a look of shock and disapproval set into my features; this ridiculous, what the hell would Dan do that for? "Danmark! Stop this right now!"

He doesn't respond and after several minutes of disgusting silence I stomp back inside.

It's far too late when he walks in. Any time to talk me out of being angry has past and so has dinner.

Now, with everyone else tucked in bed is the time to ask him what he's done, so I lift my serious gaze to meeting his tired one,"What did you do it for?"

He plops down on the bed and lends me a grim smile, "I think you know Norge, I heard Sweden tell you."

"So Finland was right?"

"About what?"

"You. You hurt him and Sverige. You know I asked you how you treated them; you lied to me Dan."

"Come on Norge, you know I have my reasons."

I shift my head against the pillows. "But they're not good enough." I set my book down on the mattress and send him a hurt and angry glare. "Do you know that Island almost saw it? Can you imagine seeing something like that at age ten?"

"But he didn't see it!"

"But he could have!"

Shaking his head he lets out a long tired sigh, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do anything to Island and I shouldn't have lied to you. Will you please forgive me?"

"It's gonna take some time Dan, a couple of weeks at least, now until then you can sleep somewhere else."

Denmark didn't bother to argue, he knew it was pointless. Instead left the room with a blanket, a pillow, and an apologetic look painted over his face.

AN: Hello people who don't mind violence! It's nice to meet you! This chapter was really hard to wright, but I think I did okay with it. Please let me know if I should change the story to be rated M, thanks! Now I suggest that you go look at pictures of kittens and/or puppy's, it will make you feel better.

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