[I don't own hetalia]

[I saw a review from 'Elsa' on my other book and decided this would be fun! But I didn't want to explain the gory stuff but if someone else does, link it in a review! I get uncomfortable when writing gore. Anyways, make sure to review and enjoy the protectiveness!]

Norway held the crying England in his arms, rocking him back and forth to calm him down. Norway's face was murderous. He was going to kill France, painfully and slowly. That promise of cutting of his manhood was starting to sound very appealing. His normally blank expression was changed into pure fury. He told France that if he fucked up there would be hell to pay, and did he listen?! NO! Stupid, motherfucking, perverted, piece of shit, coward...

Iceland and Denmark walked in and slowly started to back away when they saw Norway's glare. They liked living and didn't want to feel the wrath of the norwegian.

Once England fell asleep, Norway began his revenge plan. Picking up his phone, he dialed a number he knew very well, "Hello Scotland. I believe you should gather your other brothers and meet me and Romania at France's house…"

~(O.O)~

France quivered under the glares of the six men holding weapons. This wasn't good.

"You think you can hurt my brother?" Scotland hissed.

"How dare-" Ireland started.

North picked up, "-even try!"

Wales venomous glare was one of the most powerful he had ever seen, "No one hurts my twin, France."

Norway and Romania just growled.

"I'll tear your arms off after Wales chops off your fingers!"

"We'll take his legs."

"I'm chopping off your dick." Norway simply said, making Romania cackle.

Oh, how fun was France's screamed and begged for forgiveness while blood was splattered everywhere. The evil laughs echoed around the walls of the posh nations mansion. All that the group promised to do was done so they walked away. France took six whole months to regenerate fully and he still felt the trauma every time he saw one of them and would run away crying.

But it was his fault anyway.

~(O.O)~

Norway and Romania cuddled with the sleeping England who kept whimpering in Norway's bed. They weren't going to let someone hurt their best friend ever again. Poor England was going to be babied for the rest of his life not only by his brothers, but his best friends too. But that wasn't too bad. At least he would know they cared. England snuggled closer in their embrace with a slight smile.

The sight of the magic trio cuddling in Norway's bed in the morning caused Iceland to take a picture while trying to hide his blush.

Now he can sell it to Japan and Hungary and make millions!

[END]