A/N So, I had started this a while back, and just sort of forgot about it (whoops), but then I got a request to write Norway and the memories came flooding back. Sorry for the wait, but I'm actually pretty proud of the way this came out.

The sound of rushing water was soothing to him, flowing from the waterfall overhead. The blonde teenager stared at the crystalline water reflecting the light of the sun from a hole in the ceiling with a certain serenity. He knew he should not have left the group, but if he had stayed any longer, he was sure he would have cried, and he refused to give the other children the satisfaction of witnessing thus. Besides, how would he have ever attained such peaceful bliss if he had continued on in a group of rowdy, uninterested high schoolers?

Lukas wiped at his cheeks and eyes with the sleeve of his deep indigo shirt, sighing to himself. It was difficult to place a mask of indifference upon his face every day, despite the teasing, the threats, the abuse, the bullying. He knew his life didn't suck as badly as it could, but it was so difficult to follow such a proverb when these problems were his and had haunted him since he had begun school. Because, even though his life could be worse than it was, it could also have been better.

He leaned on the railing that separated him from a steep drop to the glistening stalagmites below, being sure not to rest too much weight on it, so as to not push his luck and end up seeing those formations quite closely. The soft sound of footsteps, and then the laughter of high school boys, echoed throughout this part of the cave. Lukas stood straight and stepped slightly away from the edge, despite the barrier that separated him from his death. The noises grew louder as the sources were nearing, and Lukas closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and composing his face into the expressionless mask he was now used to wearing.

The first boy appeared, chin length black hair and mischievous blue eyes, a Senior, like Lukas. His name was Jan, quite a common name for a not so common boy, and Lukas knew that name all too well. At a slightly shorter stature, but with built up muscles hiding under his baggy hoodie, was the Becken boy, Eirik. The third one was a Junior, someone Lukas didn't recognize, but Eirik referred to him as Marius.

"Hey, Lukas," Jan purred dangerously, approaching the thinner boy, "Mr. Felland wanted us to come get you."

"Why did you run off?" Eirik demanded in a giddy tone, "Now we're missing this wonderful tour."

Lukas knew that wasn't true. All the boys had done throughout the entire trip was complain about how boring it was. He wouldn't be surprised if the three volunteered to come find him, but if that wasn't the case, he was sure their teacher simply wanted to rid the group of the troublemakers, even for just a few blissful moments. At least one of the three probably had to sneak away from the group just to come, because there was no reason to send more than two children. But, the Bondevik boy held his tongue, as usual.

He gasped slightly when he felt rough hands pull at the collar of his shirt, choking him slightly and forcing him onto the tips of his toes. Lukas tried to swallow, with some difficulty, but stared stubbornly into the blue eyes of his assaulter.

"He asked you a question, pikk."

Lukas remained silent, but kicked out at the taller boy, his hands reaching up to stop his shirt from completely cutting off his airway. When Jan noticed this, he let Lukas go temporarily. Said teenager fell to the ground, which was cold and slightly damp with the waterfall's splashing. He did not get up.

"Fleskepanne," Lukas muttered bitterly to the ground.

A short laugh rang out, and Lukas knew he had been heard. Footsteps approaching him. Suddenly, he was pulled back to his feet by three pairs of hands, tugging at his arms and clothes. The three boys laughed whilst hitting him, biting him, pulling his head back by his hair, and overall just tormenting him.

"Hey, he likes these types of places, doesn't he?" Eirik laughed, "Why don't we throw him over the railing so he can stay here forever!"

Marius laughed and Jan caught Lukas' face with his strong hand, turning the smaller boy's head to face him, "You'd like that, wouldn't you, skinkerytter?"

Lukas grunted and tried to pull away, feeling the bar dig into his back and becoming fearful of their intent. The children at school were annoying, and made him feel awful every day, but did any of them truly intend to kill him?

The hands gripping his shirt and arms shoved him playfully, but much harder than intended. Lukas gasped, then shouted, as he tumbled forward, feeling the ground leave the presence of his feet and twisting whilst in midair, clawing at the air uselessly, desperately attempting to hold onto a ledge or branch or anything which could save his life.

His peers' laughter had ceased long ago and was replaced by frantic shouts of fear and confusion. What had they done? What should they do now? Would they be in trouble if they got an adult and truthfully explained what happened?

The last thing Lukas heard before a stalagmite pierced his heart was, "We'll just say we couldn't find him. They'll think he tripped or something."

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Norway growled and yanked the tie around his friend's neck up, successfully choking the Dane, but not enough to cause any permanent harm.

"Norge!" Denmark protested, clawing at the tie, "You're choking me!"

"Yes," was the younger's response.

"Stóri bróðir?"

Norway immediately released the taller blonde and both men turned to the doorway, where a small, silver haired child stood, rubbing at his tired eyes with his small hands.

"Island," Norway muttered softly, walking over to the little boy and lifting him into his arms, "Is something the matter, lille venn?"

Denmark flashed a grin and said, "You were probably making too much noise trying to kill me," which Norway pointedly ignored.