Three words….chores and homework. They suck. Plus they are the reason I didn't update on schedule this time around. Anyway I managed to get all of my homework and chores done so now I can write yippee! I just hope it was worth the wait!

Denmark's pov

"You're going to be late if you don't leave now" Norway insisted pushing me towards the door. "Frankly I don't care if I never make it to work" I informed him refusing to budge even an inch closer to the front door.

"Well I'm sure your boss would" he said giving up on pushing me. Instead he walked around me and started tugging on my arm.

"You're sure you'll be fine on your own?" I questioned hoping he would need me for just one more day. "Yes I'm sure, now go." He responded to my dismay.

"Ok ok just make sure you don't do too much housework. No vacuuming and absolutely no dusting". Norge sighed "can't I just vacuum? I won't even do the upstairs."

"no." I said firmly "I'll vacuum when I get home ok?" "You're tired when you get home" Norway protested crossing arms over his small chest.

I didn't want to have this conversation with him right now so I tried my best to change the subject. "Why are you wearing my shirt?" I asked him quickly surveying his outfit before adding "and nothing else?"

Norway blushed slightly before answering me. "I…didn't have anything else t-that still fits" he stuttered slightly. I smiled and circled my arms around his waist to pull him to me. His blank expression didn't falter even when I pressed my lips to his is a chaste kiss.

"Well, it looks good on you" I confessed kissing his cheek quickly before pulling away again. "As good as I can look being two hundred months pregnant?" he said with a slightly questioning hint in his voice.

"Norge how many times do I have to tell you? You look perfect. Plus you're thinner than most people at five months along" I assured him.

He sighed and interlocked his hands underneath his stomach as if to hold it up. "So I'll see you when you get home?" he asked beginning to walk towards the kitchen.

"Yup. So just read a book or do the dishes just nothing exerting to much energy or lifting heavy objects ok?" I clarified. "Yeah yeah yeah I'll be on my best behavior" Norge agreed waving me off.

"Call me if you need me" I called as I walked out the door. "Whatever" I heard Norway call back just before I closed the door and sauntered over to my car.

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Norway's pov

I flipped yet another page in my worn copy of fight club by Chuck Palahniuk. I had read the story so many times now I had practically memorized it.

I sighed and glanced over into the kitchen to see a pile of dishes in the sink. At least it gave me something constructive to do. I sighed and picked my lazy self off the couch and into the kitchen.

It was around lunchtime and I was craving peanut butter and barbeque chips. Don't ask me why but I really wanted some.

I decided to eat first because the doctors said I should try and eat whatever I'm craving as soon as I can because some how it's healthy for the baby. Though he also said I should try and stay away from the unhealthier foods like chips for example.

Great, now I'm conflicted. It took me a while to properly weigh the ups and downs but I finally decided peanut butter was the way to go. So I grabbed a spoon and the container of peanut buttery goodness and sauntered over the couch.

I flicked on the T.V and opened up the jar, scooping up a spoonful and popping it my mouth. I sighed and flicked through the channels until I settled on a random soap opera. That was especially weird seeing how I absolutely hate soap operas.

I ate another spoonful of peanut butter and laid down on the couch facing the T.V. I was comfortable for a while but then my back started to ache so I shifted around a little.

I couldn't seem to get comfortable anymore, no matter where I moved pain shot up my spine. I let out a frustrated sigh and sat up as tears welled up in my eyes for no apparent reason.

I don't know why, but I felt really pregnant today. The sad part is I didn't even know for sure male countries could get pregnant, well now I know, but I had no idea on Valentine's Day.

It's just my luck that I happened to get pregnant. Granted it wasn't our first time or anything, but seriously who has heard of a pregnant guy before?

The doctor says it's because we're countries. Then he got into a huge scientific speech on how exactly I ended up pregnant.

I sighed, coming out of my thoughts and turned off the T.V, it was nothing but bad news about natural disasters and missing children anyway. I got off the couch and walked back into the kitchen taking the three quarters full jar of peanut butter and sticky spoon with me.

I tossed the spoon into the sink and put the peanut butter back in it rightful spot in the cupboard. "Now onto the dishes" I thought out loud walking a short distance over to the sink.

I absent mindedly began washing the dishes and gazing out the window in front of the sink. My thoughts wandered to Iceland quicker than I had intended them too.

Maybe he texted me back since yesterday I thought to myself. Maybe he's avoiding me for some reason. Was whatever I did really that bad?

Questions flew through my head causing me to get a very unwanted headache. I must have spaced out into my own little world of worry because the dishes seemed to be getting done rather quickly.

Or maybe it was just my need for something constructive to do. Maybe I should call Iceland again I thought. He probably didn't have his phone yesterday! But then wouldn't he have seen that he had a missed call and text message?

In the end I decided to just call again. I picked up my cell phone off the counter top and pressed speed dial two before holding it to my ear in silence.

It rang, and rang, and rang. No answer. You've reached Iceland, please leave your name and number and I'll call you back as soon as possible.

I sighed but left a message anyway. "Hey ice, its Norway I'm just calling to see how you're doing I guess. I tried calling yesterday but you didn't pick up. Maybe you're sick and can't come to the phone or something. Or maybe you just don't have your phone. Either way, when you get this could you please call me back? I really need to talk to you." And with that I hung up somewhat reluctantly.

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Iceland hadn't called back. I 'm starting to get worried about him, maybe something happened. I sighed and leaned back letting the island support me.

My thoughts seemed to clear up a little as I relaxed though I was a little uncomfortable. More uncomfortable than usual.

I shifted slightly hoping to make the pain subside. No luck. I tried again only to fail once more. I sighed, why did pregnancy have to be this irritating?

Suddenly I felt and unusual pressure in my abdomen. I looked down to find nothing unusual. My eyebrows knitted together and I placed a hand over my stomach.

It happened again, only this time I knew what it was.

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"Denmark! You've got to come home right away!" I said frantically into my cell phone. "W-why? Are you ok? Is there something wrong the baby?" the bewildered Dane stuttered on the other end.

"No no nothing wrong it's just…." I began but was too excited to finish. "Just what?" Denmark asked.

I could already hear him gathering his stuff together through the phone. The faint shuffling of papers and his boss's voice saying something could be heard in the background.

"He kicked" I said finally.

Suddenly the sounds stopped. There was complete silence on the other end so I thought he might be angry at me for calling him about something so stupid.

"You don't have to come home if you don't want to I mean I get it if you…" Denmark cut me off "are you kidding me? Of course I'm coming home! I just have to tell my boss, I'll be there in like 20 minutes ok? Love you, bye!" he exclaimed before hastily hanging up.

I let a shy smile creep onto my face as I waited for him to arrive.

Denmark's pov

"Norge?" I called as I entered the house. Norway appeared, coming around the corner of the living room. He was smiling.

His smile always smile always smile me smile. "So he really kicked? For the first time?" I asked excitedly closing the distance between us.

"Yeah, here" Norway said taking my hands that were hanging loosely at my sides and placed them on his stomach.

I waited intently for a little while but sure enough I felt him kick. My smile grew wider and I hugged him to me.

"I love you" I whispered "and our baby too". "I know" Norway responded hugging me back.

Iceland's pov

I sat in a chair in my bedroom with my cell phone pressed against my ear, listening to missed calls. They were all from Norway. They were all about the same thing to. We need to talk. Call me back when you get this. I worried about you.

Worried, heh yeah right. I knew he couldn't care less about me. He had Denmark to make him happy why would he need an annoying little brother?

He'll never need you; an evil voice hissed in my head you're worthless to him. Face it, he'll never love you.

"Stop it!" I screamed at the voice. It silenced itself for a moment, just enough time for the phone to clank to the floor and for me to lifelessly leave my shadowy room and enter the slightly brighter kitchen.

I walked over to the tap and splashed the cold water on my face. I took a deep breath of air and held it in. almost too long. I had to admit it felt good, the pain of suffocation.

It made me feel alive yet at the same time it was like punishing me for not being good enough for him.

More. The voice hissed coming back into my thoughts. "What. What do you want more of?" I asked the empty room in a shaky voice.

Pain.

I swallowed the lump rising in my throat. "You want pain?" I asked the mysterious voice. No. it hissed back in a raspy voice you do. You want to feel the pain.

"No I don't" I protested holding back tears. Yes you do, you know you do. Isn't it about time you got what you wanted?

A single tear escaped and ran down my face. "Yes, it is" I agreed. Good. Then take the knife into your hand and do it.

"y-you mean k-kill myself?" I asked. My hands shook violently awaiting the voices' answer.

No, that comes later. You have to get revenge first. "R-revenge? On who" I asked sliding down to the floor due to the shakiness of my knees.

Isn't it obvious? Denmark. He stole your brother from you. Now he wants nothing to do with you and you know it.

More tears flowed down my face now. "I know" I cried "and it's all Denmark's fault.

Do it! The voice commanded do it! Now!

Slowly I inched my way up off the floor, leaning against the counter for support. I weakly opened one of the drawers with a quivering hand.

"Which one?" I asked the voice as silent tears rolled off my face and fell to the tile floor.

Whatever blade will make the deepest cut the voice answered. It seemed as though the voice had somehow left my mind and was now whispering in my ear.

My hands searched the drawer blindly poking around for the sharpest knife I had. My finger brushed by cold metal and instantly started to sting.

I yelped at the unexpected surge of pain and automatically pulled my hand away. My finger gushed scarlet red blood sending it trickling down my arm only to disappear down the sleeve of my jacket.

Take it! The voice hissed even louder in my ear. I jumped and trust my bleeding hand back into the drawer, finding the knife again and pulling it into view.

My hand gripped the base of it as tightly as I could with my newly wounded finger.

Do it! The voice screamed. "w-where?" I questioned it as tears clouded my vision once again. Where do you think? The voice responded blankly

It took me a little while to respond to its words but once I got the point I didn't stop. I slid the sleeve of my coat up revealing the blood trail from the finger.

Silently I took the knife back into my hand and pressed the cold metal to the flesh of my wrist being careful not to hit the vein.

I slid the knife across my skin closing my eyes in pain. Blood rose to the surface and slid down my arm.

I wailed out in pain as the tears I had been holding back for what seemed like centuries rained down from my eyes.

It has begun. The voice hissed its final words as I closed my eyes and drifted off into a painful sleep.

Dun dun dun! So tell me what you think of the newest plot line with Iceland! I hope you all enjoyed this casue it took me a while to write.

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