[I don't own hetalia]

[SORRY! I know it's been a bit but I'm back at school and have a lot of assessments to do, so updates will be random, but at least once a month. If I take too long just remind me to hurry up. Anyway, here is some IceNor, yes in my fantasies Iceland tops Norway. Enjoy!]

Norway shifted in the faint light of the candles he had just lit, he hated the dark as it reminded him of some bad memories, 'I'm starting to thing the ancients are enjoying scaring us randomly…' Oh Norway, if only you knew how correct you were with that statement.

Iceland shivered slightly and shuffled closer to Norway, feeling comfort in his older -yet slightly shroter - brother (he gave up trying not to call him that. After all, it's only being said in his head so Norway won't know, right?). Norway also gravitated towards Iceland, also wanting comfort. Iceland kind of felt like Norway needed it so didn't try to pretend he wasn't enjoying the body warmth they were sharing, plus it gives him a reason to hold his hand.

Once everyone had calmed down, France began to speak, "This is going to get a bit… upsetting in a minute. Please do not overwhelm the person that is mentioned in this." Nations looked at him confused, what is he talking about? France sent a glance (lol it rhymes) in Norway's direction, to which he got an exasperated look. "Ok, it is a fact. The downside of being immortal is the fact that you will live forever, or in a nation's case, until your land is no more. Therefore if you are extremely injured, you will die for a while. This could be a few minutes to a few years but you will revive. There are times in life - especially when you get older - when you want to end it all. You don't want to keep going. In a desperate attempt to get away from life, some personifications will end it. Multiple times. The most recent nation to kill themself was Norway and it was his 27th try."

Gasps of shock rang around the room and Iceland squeezed Norway's hand, his eyes wide. Some felt their eyes tear up and others looked away, knowing they couldn't judge. The nordics all looked at the dull eyed male in disbelief.

"Norge…?" Denmark asked, concern lacing his voice.

Finland sobbed, "Why didn't you tell us?!"

Sweden stroked his 'wifes' back, "That's a big number."

Iceland just sat frozen as he watched Norway. Norway stared at the ground feeling his body tense up, he couldn't do this, nope, not today. He rubbed his wrist catching the eye of Denmark, whose eyes widened. The Dane snatched his friends wrist and held it up holding the sleeve down as Norway struggled to get away from him. More cries sounded in the room as they caught sight of the jagged slits that ran down his arm. They were only a day or two old judging by the nation healing time.

'No. No no no. I can't take this. No! I need to get out of here. No no no. I'm not ready for this.' Norway's thoughts were all over the place. He pulled his arm out of his friends grip and slipped his other hand out of Iceland's and ran from the bathrooms. He locked the door and slid down the wall next to the row of sinks. He knew that it was going to come out during this, but he didn't think it would be so soon!

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Iceland slowly stood up from the couch and moved towards the door to the bathroom, jiggling the handle only to find it locked. He heard the other nordics get up to follow him but he stopped them, "I think I should talk to Norway, alone." he gave them a look that made them hesitantly sit back in their seats.

He turned towards the door and lowered his tone, "Norway. Open the door, it's just me."

Norway sat on the other side of the door, contemplating whether he should or not. He decided not to and see what Iceland would do.

Iceland sighed as he got no answer. He decided to try again, "Big brother, please open the door." he pleaded.

Norway felt himself tear up at the phrase - no. He had to stay strong. He couldn't let Iceland know anything. Not the reason for his lack of enthusiasm on life or just how much he really loved his 'little brother'.

He did, however, change his mind with the next faint whisper.

"Please, Lukas…" Iceland begged. He need to make sure Norway was alright, so he used his human name to persuade him to open the door. It seemed to work.

The unmistakable sound of the lock clicking reached his ears. He sighed in relief and opened the door, slipping in and locking once more before scanning the area for Norway. He found him sitting in the corner on the other side of the row of sinks.

Iceland started to slowly walk over to Norway, hoping that he would stay calm while feeling his own heart ache for his brother (read: lover, because we all know the reason he doesn't call Norway big brother is because he is secretly in love with him) seeing him about to cry only made him feel guilty for not noticing his pain.

"Lukas…" Iceland whispered as he crouched down in front of him, "...you can cry you know." Norway still tried to keep the tears from falling. "You shouldn't keep your feelings bottled up." With that statement, Norway flung himself at Iceland and started sobbing for the first time in hundreds of years.

Iceland wrapped his arms around him, trying to bring comfort. After a few minutes, Norway had calmed down a enough for Iceland to ask, "Why?"

Norway took in a deep breath and spilt his heart out, "When I was younger Sweden and Denmark would always fight over who would get control over me. They acted as if I were a possession rather than a person. I would go back and forth between the two as they fought. When Denmark had control of me, he'd always take his anger out on me. Beating, whipping and rape were his favourite to use." Iceland drew in a sharp breath as he mentally cursed Denmark, "I thought that if I wasn't around, then Sweden and Denmark would get along and I could finally be a peace. I tried a couple times and failed. Eventually I made it a game and started to see what could and couldn't hurt me. There were times where I wasn't trying to kill myself but ended up accidentally doing it anyway. I have a book at home with the failed attempts marked off." he finished his explanation.

Iceland searched Norway's face, "That's not all, is it?"

Norway looked away, "No…"

Iceland just watched him, waiting for the answer. He suddenly had in idea on what Norway was hiding. "Is it a reason you try to kill yourself."

"No…"

"Is it something you'd rather not tell me?"

"Yes…"

"Lukas."

"Hmm?"

"ég elska þig {I love you}."

Norway's tear fell again. He cried into the slightly (oh so slightly) tallers shoulder.

"I have for a while now and always will. That why I refused to call you big brother. Because I'm in love with you." Iceland watched Norway.

Finally, Norway built up the courage to reply, "jeg elsker deg også {I love you too} Emil." Iceland smiled and kissed Norway's forehead, waiting until he was ready to leave again.

~ICENOR! MY BABIES! MY SWEET CHILDREN!~

New Zealand and Sealand quietly squealed while peeking under the locked door. They were glad the two were finally together, took them long enough. They'll still need to have a talk and figure out the others that have tried to kill themselves, but that could wait a bit. They gasped as Iceland glanced at them. He smiled and winked. They ran back to their seats, giggling childishly.

The other nations looked at them weirdly, not knowing when they had left their seats in the first place.

Norway and Iceland walked out of the bathroom and sat back down while Norway was drying his tears with his sleeve. He leaned against Iceland and looked to France when he was done with his usual blank face, "Are you just going to keep going, or just sit there staring a me all day, creep?"

England let out a loud 'HA!' as France started to fake cry.

[END PART]