"And I love you more than all the Legos in the world. Your turn, Norge!"

"Danmark, this is getting ridiculous."

"Aw, but babe," the taller man whined playfully, leaning in closer under the covers to plant a kiss on his husband's cute little nose.

Norway swatted him away. "Danmark, no." But despite his protests, he scooted closer to his love, nestling further into the spiky-haired man's protective arms.

"There's my Norge." Denmark sighed contently. "Ah, life is good." Then after a rare moment of quiet, and even rarer a moment of contemplative quiet, the self-proclaimed King of Scandinavia curiously studied his husband's face and ventured a question: "Hey Norge, if your magic could change the course of history, ya know, with no limits or repercussions or whatever... would you change anything about us?"

Before the Norwegian in question could even process Denmark's inquiry, he heard the bed creek and felt the mattress dip as a third someone entered the bed. That someone wriggled in between the two older men.

Norway rested a hand on the new occupant's back and pressed a kiss to his head. "Iśland, are you ok?" No reply. "My sweet Iśland. Is it another bad dream?"

Iceland shook his head no.

Norway tried again. "Do you feel sick?"

Again, the boy shook his head no.

"Ice." This time, Denmark. "Icey what's wrong?" The boy inched closer to Denmark. "Did - Ice, can you look at me? Did something scare ya? What happened?"

Iceland burrowed deeper into Denmark's chest, giving a muffled reply.

"What was that, Em?"

The ashen-haired boy lifted his head to meet Denmark's worried gaze, and the latter's eyes widened upon seeing the beginnings of tears lacing the boy's violet eyes. "I said 'Nothing, I just want to be with you.'"

"You just want to be with us?" Norway repeated softly.

Iceland nodded meekly. "I just need you. I want to be with you." He felt his cheeks turn rosy. "Don't get any funny ideas. I just don't want to be alone. I'm always alone. I want you. I need you."

Denmark smiled. "Hear that, Norge? He needs us." Denmark stroked the boy's messy hair. "What brought this on?" he cooed. "It's not storming, and I'm taking you at your word that you didn't have another nightmare."

Under normal circumstances, Iceland would have retaliated with a snarky comeback, but the older two were only met with a soft and sincere "I love you, Denmark. I love you, Norway."

Norway's hair curl brushed up against Iceland's cheek as if to give it a kiss. "We love you too, my sweet lilebror," Norway affirmed.

"A whole lot," added Denmark as he pulled the two brothers closer to him. "We told you we're always gonna be here. To protect you from storms, bad dreams, and anything else."

All was quiet, and then came the calming rise and fall of Iceland's chest as he sank into peaceful slumber, comforted as always by his two guardians, his family.

Norway's eyes shone lovingly at his sleeping younger brother. Without removing his gaze, he whispered, "No."

"Hm? What's that, babe?"

Norway turned to look at his love with the same loving blue eyes. "No, min kære, I wouldn't change a thing."