Chapter 5

Finland felt the world shake around him, causing him to wake up. "GEHH!"

He looked up and saw that England had gotten up, who was now pacing back and forth nervously, murmuring to himself. "Crap, crap, shit."

"What's wrong, England?" Finland asked, rubbing his eyes.

England looked to him. "Oh you're awake. Anyway, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WORLD MEETING AND YOU'RE ALL KIDS!"

Finland flinched. "England calm down. We'll find a way."

"NO WE WON'T! IT'S ONLY A FEW HOURS UNTIL THE MEETING GAHHHH!" England held his head and continued to pace.

"Good morning world!" A shout came from the couch. Denmark sat up and stretched.

He turned to see England pacing back and forth, and he rose an eyebrow. "What's wrong, England?"

England turned to him with a glare in his crisp green eyes. Denmark flinched and ducked down a little. England didn't even need to respond.

"The world meeting is today." Finland explained. "And we're still kids. We shouldn't be kids."

"Oh yeah, that's right." Denmark said. "Eh, what could go wrong?"

He immediately winced when England turned to him and gritted his teeth. England didn't want to say something he would regret.

"Hey England why are you yelling and waking us up we need sleep we're so little." Norway had come from his bedroom, Sweden following behind him.

"It's a world meeting today!" England shouted. "And you're still children! What the fuck do we do?!"

"Eh-wha-?" Iceland yawned, waking up. "What happened?"

"World meeting we're still children. That's still it." Norway shrugged. Iceland nodded.

England popped a vain and continued to pace.

"England calm down. Drink some water." Sweden said.

England didn't even reply.

Denmark sighed and stood up, running in front of England. "England, wait!"

"WHAT?"

"Don't worry! I'm sure you'll think of something. Besides, you're responsible, you got this!"

England just got angrier. He began to pant, and immediately Norway and the others raced to him to grab onto his legs and hold him back.

"Are you kidding me?! I'm responsible?! You did this! You're the reason why you're all children!"

"No, no! I meant you're the adult here, so you should think of a way!"

"You may be kids, but you still have the sense to tell the others what happened. Denmark, you should tell them! It's all your fault you fucking idiot, and because you messed up look at the mess we're in! WE'RE ALL DEAD!"

England began to pant. Suddenly he flinched when he noticed a tear form in Denmark's eye.

"Den…you're not an idiot, but…he's sort of right…" Finland shuffled his feet nervously.

Sweden and the others glanced away.

England instantly felt guilty. "Oh my god, Denmark, I…I'm so sorr-"

Denmark just raced to Norway's room and slammed the door shut. Everyone flinched to the loud bang.

England put a hand to his face. "I…I didn't mean it, I…I was just mad…"

"We know, England." Norway said. "It's not your fault."

"Yes, it is."

"Nej." Sweden said, "It happens."

"He'll get over it eventually." Iceland stated, putting a hand on England's leg.

England sighed. "I hope so. I feel terrible."

….

England didn't make breakfast for them. He didn't buy them food. All morning he was thinking of things to tell the countries and drinking a few beers here and there. After seeing the beer bottles the chibis knew to stay away from him.

He was a mean drunk.

The four chibis were now seated on the couch, watching a movie. Suddenly, Norway turned to Iceland, who was slightly groaning.

"What's wrong, bro?"

"I-I don't feel so good." He stammered, holding his stomach and coughing. Norway's eye widened. Was he gonna barf?

"Oh England~" Norway sing-songed. He heard a drunken mumble and slow footsteps coming from the kitchen. A tired, weary England looked down to him.

"Yes?"

"Ice is sick."

"What?"

"You heard me. Ice is sick."

England glanced to the Icelandic chibi, who was groaning and coughing a little. England went over and put a hand to the boy's forehead. It felt hot.

"He has a fever, most likely."

"Great. This makes our situation worse." Sweden grumbled.

"Poor Ice-kun." Finland shook his head sadly.

England perked up. "No, in a way this is a good thing. We have a reason not to be in the meeting today, and this is the reason."

The chibis thought for a moment. Finally they understood what England meant and nodded. England quickly dashed to the kitchen and texted a certain someone who would be hosting the meeting today:

America, me and the Nordics cannot join the meeting today. Run it at your place.

What? Why?

Iceland is sick. The Nordics are watching him while me and Norway are looking for spells to cure him. Take the meeting to your place today.

Ohhhh. Sure! Got it dude!

Thanks

England put down his phone. Thank god he got that done with. He walked back into the living room to see a coughing Iceland.

"Iceland, lay down over here." England picked up the child and put him on the other couch, wrapping a blanket around him. Iceland managed to mutter out, "Water."

Instantly England got the chibi a glass of water, and Iceland chugged it down swiftly. "…Is it hot in here, or what?" Iceland murmured, wiping his forehead.

England put a cold compress on the child's head, and soon Iceland fell into sleep.

"Will he be ok?" Norway asked worriedly.

"Of course he will. He just needs rest." England reassured him. Norway gave a sigh of relief.

England looked up to the TV to see what movie they were watching. They were watching Balto.

"I love this movie." England smiled. "America introduced it to me."

"It's one of my favorites." Finland smiled.

England smiled, then you looked around. "Hey, where's Denmark?"

"He's still in my room." Norway answered.

Still? After all this time? It had been like an hour! Surely he was over it wasn't he?

"I'm going to check on him." England said, moving down the hall. He opened the door to Norway's room and didn't see the little Dane on the bed. Maybe he was hiding under the bed?

Nope, he wasn't there. England looked everywhere. Now he was starting to get worried.

Suddenly a slight breeze hit shoulders, making him shiver. He looked up to see that the window was open. He looked outside to see small little footprints in the mud, running away from the house to the open road.

"aaaaAAAHHHHHHH!"

The chibi Nordics heard his scream and ran to Norway's room, terrified. "What happened?!" Norway shouted.

"He-he's gone! Denmark ran away!" England cried, pointing a shaking finger at the window.

The Nordics gasped.

"So like him to do this." Sweden growled.

"Why would he run off like this?!" Finland cried.

"Maybe because of what England said this morning." Norway said, putting silence in the room. England put a hand to his head.

"Good lord, this is all my fault! Everything always is!" England shouted angrily, trying not to cry from stress.

"Calm down, dammit." Sweden ordered, "He couldn't have gotten far."

"But we thought he was in here for an hour. He must've left an hour ago." Norway replied.

England just groaned. These last few days have been horrible. And to back up the horribleness a loud rumble of thunder echoed the sky, signaling a thunderstorm.

Fuck.

"Ok, here's the plan." England began, "Sweden, stay here with Iceland. Norway and Finland come with me."

They nodded, but Norway rose his hand in question.

"Yes, Norway?" England answered, getting irritated.

"Why don't I stay with little bro?"

"Because you're really smart at finding that damn Dane and I need your help for that. Now can we go?"

They nodded. England and the two others ran to the door, and England put on a jacket to protect his clothes from the incoming rain. He apologized to Norway and Finland, for they did not have coats their sizes at the moment.

"We'll try to be back quickly." England said to Sweden, who nodded.

"Good luck."

"Thanks."

"Watch little bro carefully." Norway said sternly. Sweden nodded.

With a nod the three nations left the house and into the street. England was about to get in his car.

"Wait!" Norway stopped him. "We should walk. Den can't drive as a child, and being a little kid running around on short feet, he couldn't have gotten far. We should just look for him by foot."

"In the rain?!" England argued.

"You should be used to it! It rains every day in your country!" Norway countered angrily. England jumped back to the Norwegian's hostile tone.

"Can we just go already?!" A worried Finland cried. The other two nodded and decided that they may as well just walk; no matter how wet they'd get.

It had already started drizzling. Crap.

They looked everywhere. They called out his name. They looked in bars (lol) and even the Lego store. Nothing. Not one pineapple out of place either.

"Dammit where the fuck can he be?!" England shouted angrily.

"I'm scared!" Finland whined, wiping a tear from his eye.

A small sniff made them both turn to Norway. They couldn't believe it. The usual quiet nation was crying. CRYING.

"N-Norway…" England began, but was stopped when Norway embraced England's leg. England flinched as Norway sobbed into his pants, thunder rumbling all around. The drizzle had now turned into a downpour.

"E-England," Norway hiccupped into England's pants, "We-we have to find him. I'm scared for him. He's my brother, and knowing him and his foolishness, he could be hurt, or worse!"

Suddenly Finland began to bawl too. England could only stare at the two, especially the one grasping his leg. England's eyes shook with pity and fear. Norway was right. The damned fool could be anywhere by now; lost or hurt. Or worse….

With a sigh, backed up by another loud rumble of thunder, England kneeled down to their height and placed a hand on Norway's head. "It'll be alright."

"No it won't."

England just felt terrible. This was his fault. He felt….guilty. How could he let this happen? Dammit he was supposed to watch them not lose them! And now…he lost a child.

This felt all too familiar.

England just embraced the small Norwegian into a hug. "I-I'm sorry! It's my fault!" He cried.

Norway hugged him back, and Finland grasped onto England's knee, sobbing. England picked up the Finn in the other arm and held them both together. "It's my fault!" He blamed himself again. Because he knew it was true. "I'm sorry!"

"Don't cry England, please!" Norway begged, pulling on his shirt. "STOP!"

England continued to bawl as the two children cried into his shirt. The three of them just sat there on the sidewalk, in the pouring rain, lightning and thunder crashing all around them.

England pulled his head up and regained his strength. "We are going to find him. NOW."

The two looked up to him. "Huh?"

"You heard me! Now!" England put the two down on the sidewalk and stood up straight. "We're never gonna find him if we sit here bawling like this!"

It took a minute for the chibis to regain their posture, but the stood tall and nodded. "Yes!"

"Good! Onward!" England announced, walking ahead. The chibis ran to his side, and they all walked like soldiers down the block, calling for their lost Dane.

Author's note!

I almost cried writing this :'(

This is honestly the closest I've gotten to feels in all my stories. No joke. Iceland will get better. Denmark however…we'll see how that turns out.

See you in the next chapter! ;3

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