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Iceland slouched and steadied himself against the wall at the top of the stairs. His thoughts were overtaken by worry and guilt. Slowly, he made way to his bedroom, each step feeling heavy as if a weight rested upon his shoulders.
When he finally entered the room, he sat carefully on the edge of the bed and picked his phone off of the night stand. The world felt slow to him, and he found it hard to move his fingers as he scrolled through the list of contacts until he came across his boyfriend's name.
He took a breath and clicked the call button, swallowing the lump in his throat as he pulled the phone to his ear and listened to the ringing. After what felt like forever, a voicemail picked up, and he still held the phone to his ear as his stomach started doing flip-flops. He only calmed slightly when he thought that maybe his boyfriend couldn't answer because he was on the plane or something. That would make sense. He'd just have to try again in the morning...
Unwillingly, Iceland found himself falling asleep without meaning to, phone still held loosly in one hand. When the other Nordics had come up to see what was taking him so long to shower, they cooed a bit at the sight of their youngest member losing to his exhaustion.
Norway carefully pulled the phone out of his brother's hand and placed it on the night stand before pulling the covers over the Icelander, who subconsciously curled into the warmth and let out a very small wimper of comfort. The others smiled, Denmark chuckling a bit.
"Icey can be pretty cute, huh?" the Dane remarked, only to have the Norwegian answer that it'd been a long day for his brother and that the exhaustion was just too much for him. He ushered the others out of the room, and they each started to get ready for bed themselves.
As Norway fell asleep in one of the guest rooms that night, he mentally smiled as he thought back to the image of his resting brother holding onto his cell phone. He knew the hot-headed Icelandic nation had worried himself to sleep.
Iceland really does love Hong Kong.
"So that jerk Iceland probably did something to him, da-ze!" South Korea shouted in a whisper. "Either that or he just annoyed Hong to death, and he finally decided how stupid a friend that European is."
The Asian family had gotten together at China's house and were discussing what they should do about 'the plan' as well as Hong Kong's apparent change in mood.
"He could just be tired from the flight," Taiwan suggested, though she didn't like her brother's Icelandic friend much either.
"Or China could just be overreacting again," Thailand joked and earned laughs from many of his siblings; a smack on the head from the eldest.
As the group of nations began to poke fun at China, the bored Japanese man noticed a frustrated Hong Kong walk past the room and out the door, bags and phone in hand. After the youngest of the family had gone into the outside world, Japan interrupted the 'fight' in front of him and informed his family of what he'd just scene.
They immediately stopped fighting and ran toward the door, Korea swinging it open fiercely. They could still see their brother's retreating back as he headed down the road in direction of the nearest park. Curiousity peeking their interests, they all decided to follow him and agreed to keep quiet the whole time, else they'd be caught.
After taking the extra time to slip on their shoes, the group of Asian nations quietly made their way to the park. It took them another ten minutes to spot Hong Kong on a bench by a fountain. He had a phone pulled to his ear and seemed to be speaking to someone, so the rest of the family found someone nearby to hide and listen in on the conversation from behind. They were hiding behind a hedge that was about half as tall as themselves, so it made spying easy since they could easily crouch and not be seen, should Hong turn around.
They were slightly shocked to find that Hong Kong's voice had a complaining, stressed tone to it. He never voiced any emotion other than slight irritation or rebelliousness. This only made them all the more curious.
"I swear I won't, like, cause any problems. I'll just stay for a little while," Hong Kong complained.
"I know lad, but I really do have a lot of work at the moment," England voiced from the other end, upset with himself for having to turn his son away. Hong Kong, of course, was the only one that could hear this, since he did not use speaker phone.
"Then I can, like, help you with work. I'll even, like, make dinner every night," the young Chinese nation pleaded. "I know all sorts of English and Chinese foods; even some Nordic stuff, I suppose." At this point he was speaking more rapidly. He paused and waited for an answer, only to recieve silence. "Dad, please," he begged.
China's eyes widened at the name Hong Kong had used. I didn't know he saw England as his father... he thought as he assumed the Englishman could be the only person capable of that title. He felt his heart sink at the thought.
...
England was biting his lip. He hated hearing his son so desperate. He sighed again and asked the question that was eating him inside. "What happened, Leon?" His voice was soft and smooth, like a mother whispering to her child, but it was also serious and laced with worry.
Hong Kong went quiet and thought for a moment before answering in a quiet voice. "I don't, like...wanna talk about it over the phone...I just don't, like...wanna be alone right now," he admitted and waited for his father to accept his request to stay in his home for a little while.
"Very well," England sighed deeply after contemplating his son's words. "We will talk when you arrive...please, take the first flight out, Leon."
"Okay," Hong Kong agreed and stood, pulling his bags over his shoulder. "Thank you," he added sincerely as his hands began to shake a bit.
"I'll see you soon, lad. Love you," England said and smiled genuinely, though it couldn't be seen over the phone.
"Love you too," Hong Kong said slowly, since he'd never said such words to anyone but Iceland before. "...Bye," he added and hung up shortly after, pocketing his cell and staring sadly down at the sidewalk as he began walking in the direction of the airport.
...
A strange feeling came over the spying nations as they listened to the end of the conversation and watched the youngest member of their family walk off; the one that wasn't supposed to have feelings, wasn't supposed to love, wasn't supposed to need anyone.
The family went from stunned and confused to feeling guilty, worried, and hurt.
They felt guilty because they'd been joking around and hadn't bothered to consider that something might seriously be wrong with their brother.
They were worried because they'd seen their brother express things they'd never thought capable of him; because something might seriously be wrong with him to make him act like that.
And they were hurt because he didn't come to them for help.
I feel like it's too early in the pregnancy for the Asian family to find out, especially since the Nordics already have...so I'm not entirely sure what's gonna happen next. We'll seeeee...
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