Room 220 was only a couple of doors down from your room, so it only took you a few steps to actually get to his room. He was a friend of yours who tried to help you out from time to time. His coolness would certainly help you calm down even just a little bit. Though there was a problem, he could be a little stiff when you tried to show friendly affection towards him or told him just to call you (nickname).

But there was no turning back now as you knocked on the door a couple of times. You waited hearing muffled footsteps on the ground before the door slowly creaked open. Emil stood in the doorway rubbing his eye. He was wearing a plain white shirt with a black knitted jumper thrown on top and green pants. He gave out a yawn before looking you in the eyes.

"Hey Emil," you gave a small wave, your voice slightly cracking.

"_," Emil yawned again. "What are you, what are you doing here? It's two in the morning or has jetlag gotten the better of you again?"

"No, I'm fine with the whole jetlag thing. In fact I would've probably been asleep by now if it weren't for," you trailed off not wanting to admit why you came here.

"I didn't quite catch that last part. You should speak a bit more clearly _," Emil advised. "Now why are you here?"

You looked away bashfully feeling stupid for even thinking of this little plan in the first place. "I had a nightmare," you quickly blurted out just loud enough so Emil could hear you.

"A nightmare?" Emil asked out loud.

You turned back to face him. His violet eyes were wide as he stared at you. "Yeah and I was kind of wondering if I could possibly stay with you for the night?"

Emil seem to stiffen and he directed his gave somewhere other than your face. "You want to stay for the night?" Emil asked again out loud, his voice slightly tightening as the words came out.

"Um yeah. I mean," you began to panic, maybe this was a bad idea, "my sister would always help me with this kind of stuff but she's not here. So I thought that maybe, 'hey Emil's sorta like a big brother to me so why not go to him? He'd surely help out'. But it was a pretty silly thought don't you think?" You gave out a small airy laugh.

Emily didn't say anything. It looked like he was trying to mull things over. "You really think of me as a big brother?" He asked quietly pointing slightly to himself.

"Well of course," you nodded. "I mean you're always there for me and you help me a lot, so you're kind of like my big brother." You realised what you just said and shook your head. "Oh God that sounds a little creepy."

"No it doesn't," Emil comforted awkwardly. You looked at him and saw that he was blushing a little bit he looked to the side and you heard him mumble something along the lines "It's actually nice to be called that." He turned back to you with a faint smile on his lips, his cheeks were still tinted pink. "Well, I guess you could stay the night."

"Really?" You asked, your eyes growing wide. Emil gave a small nod. "Thank you, thank you! You don't know how much this means to me."

Emil stepped out of the way so you could come inside. He murmured a small "it's no problem" before shutting the door. You walked over to the bed and waited for Emil who awkwardly reached over and grabbed something. The sound of hard plastic crinkled as he shoved it under the bed. You patted the bed making sure that there was nothing else there before getting in. Emil followed your actions and he too got into the bed.

You did have to admit it was a little bit awkward, although you knew it would've been like this. Sure you couldn't gone to any of the other nations and maybe got a 'are-you-okay?' hug but something about Emil made you feel safe. You could soon feel yourself drift off with your own thoughts being played in your mind. Little did you know that the Icelandic didn't get a wink of sleep as he laid the opposite way you faced.

"Hvernig dirfistu að vera tóm!" These were the very words you were woken up by. "Hver sagði þér að þú gætir fjandans gera það?"

You opened your eyes and saw a very disgruntled Emil sitting on the floor with an empty plastic bag of black liquorice in his hand. Emil gave a deep sigh before closing his eyes.

"Now calm down Emil," he told himself, "I'm sure you can just buy some more."

"Yes Emil calm down," you said in a teasing sort of way. "I'm sure that you could always buy more."

Emil looked at you slightly startled but he regained his composer. "_, good morning," Emil smiled lightly.

"Morgun!" You greeted cheerfully in the small amount of Icelandic that you knew as you sat up. "So what seems to be your predicament?" You hopped off the bed and sat down next to Emil.

"I ate the last of my liquorice without even knowing it," Emil answered and looked down at the bag as if in disappointment.

"Well you know, I may have seen a candy store down the road," you said. "And I do have to owe you for letting me stay the night."

Emil's eyes brightened a bit but he shook his head. "No I can't let you do that."

"No you must let me," you insisted, standing up. "Come on it'll be fun and you'll get your liquorice."

Emil debated with himself before sighing and getting up. "Okay."

"Yay!" You cheered and led the charge out of the room. "Hey Emil did you get any sleep last night?"

(Would face the other way and not sleep a wink)