"ICELAND!" they screamed together. England and Ukraine looked at each other, sharing one of those dramatic moments, when England decided enough was enough. He stopped suddenly, causing the others to run backwards to find out why.
"Right. Fuck it. I'm about to get slaughtered so please prepare my gravestone." England said, smiling grimly. Ukraine grimaced as he pulled out his mobile phone and rang up Norway.
"Ah. Hello, Norway, friend..." the Brit stammered. "I... er..."
"It's Iceland isn't it? What did he do?" called a voice in the background. Must be Denmark.
"Er, it's more that he ran off in the middle of the night and now we heard a scream in the woods. And fuck me if it wasn't Iceland." England breathed nervously.
"Gladly." Denmark called.
"SHUT UP DENMARK!" Norway screamed. England almost dropped the phone in surprise, then grinned. He must be jealous.
"Also, what the HELL do you mean, he ran off? You idiot!" Norway yelled. The normally stoic nation was acting incredibly out of character and England was rather surprised. He was now screaming in Norwegian at him and Denmark was laughing his ass off somewhere in the background. England, understanding his friend's language, grimaced at the names he was being called. He was swearing more than Romano did when Italy dropped the basket of ripe tomatoes down the stairs. Now that was a funny memory.
However now was not the time for remembering the ridiculous antics of the Italies. It was the time for Sweden to take the phone and ask for Finland. And he did.
"M' w'fe. I n'd t' t'lk t' m'w'fe." he said in his low voice. England took a moment to translate the growling, garbled attempt at English. It really wasn't Sweden's strong suit and he didn't like talking much, but most nations were too afraid of him to make fun of him. Except the stupid ones like America. England handed the phone to the little Finn beside him.
"Su-san?" he asked nervously.
"M' w'fe."
"Oh! It's you! Moi moi, Sve! ..yes ..no... Ok then! I'll just- What is it? Do you have something else to say?" Finland said. Sweden replied in his native language, and Finland's eyes widened and he broke into a grin. "Ok! Thank you, Su-san! I'll see you in a second!" he laughed, hanging up the phone and handing it back to it's owner.
"What was all that about dude?" America asked, cocking his head to the side and clutching a stitch. Finland burst into a fit of giggles and managed to get out a few sentences in Finnish. England sighed and facepalmed.
"Mrs. Väinämöinen, can we have that in the international language please?" England said, his face completely straight. America snickered at the nickname but Finland relayed the information.
"He's behind us." he said, still giggling.
"M' w'fe." Sweden grunted. Norway was stood next to him glaring daggers, and Denmark was waving.
"Hey bros! We've come to find Iceland with you!" he cried, his gravity-defying hair bouncing beneath the hoodie he was wearing.
"Thank the Queen," England sighed. "This has gone on long enough! Norway stop death-glaring me." he addressed the quiet man sternly.
Norway opened his mouth to retort, but suddenly the screech rang out again, this time in the international language.
"Oh help me! Somebody help me please! BROTHER!"
There was no mistaking the urgency and the panic in those cries. The chilling screams rang through the air and the Nordics moved without thinking. Denmark and Norway shot off into the forest where the screams were echoing from. Sweden quickly tossed Finland over his shoulder, leaving the other three, Ukraine, America and England running as fast as they could after them. The seven nations sped over the muddy fields of corn, pushing throught the tall stalks to get to the forest. Norway's face had changed from it's usual mask of indifference, and his face contorted with a mixture of fury, panic and fear. England could have sworn there was a tear glistening in his cold blue eyes.
As they drew nearer the forest, Norway somehow got his second wind and it was proving difficult to keep up with him. It was amazing, how fast he was going. No regular human could have done that, and Ukraine was hoping there were no humans nearby.
Suddenly they burst through a curtain of leaves hanging down from a willow tree, and Norway stopped so suddenly that the other six personifications crashed into each other behind him. He held a finger to his lips and they instantly fell silent.
A low, quiet sniffling could be heard just above them, and some branches cracked a little. Finland raised his head slightly.
"Iceland!" he whispered excitedly.
England looked up. He was so shocked that he actually spoke in French. His emerald green eyes widened.
"Mon Dieu... That's not good." he murmured in a hushed voice.
There, high up in the tree, was the tiny Icelandic boy. He was clinging to a thin branch by his fingertips and his face and arms were badly scratched. A long cut down his side dripped hot blood onto the leaves of the beech tree, and fell into a puddle in the dark soil. His shirt was torn and his hair tangled. All in all he looked awful.
Iceland let out a whimper of fear, looking around wildly. Norway stepped underneath him, holding out his arms, and the terrified boy allowed himself to drop with a small scream. Norway's arms sealed around his little brother and held him close. Hot tears fell down Iceland's cheeks, leaving shining trails through the dirt on his face. His puffin fluttered down from the branch he had been on, and rather uncharacteristically shivered and snuggled against Iceland's neck. Something was very wrong.
"Vhat happened to you?" Ukraine gasped, speaking up for the first time in a while. "You look as zough you have been attacked by ze volf!" she cried, running up to him and checking him for any other cuts or bruises. The volcanic nation just sobbed.
"Well, y're s'fe n'w." Sweden grunted. Finland shifted on the tall man's shoulders and Sweden bent down. Finland climbed off and began to stroke Iceland's hair.
"Have you got Meester Puffin?" he asked, gently holding his hand. He gave a nod and Norway stood up.
"We're taking you home now brother." he whispered.
The party of nations began to slowly make it back to Ukraine's house. Thank god they had her with them because the Ukrainian countryside is the same for miles around. Luckily she could tell easily where she was going.
By the time they got home the sun was starting to rise. Finland had fallen asleep on Sweden's shoulders. Iceland was sniffling into Norway's chest. England was holding America, who was yawning and insisting that heroes didn't need to sleep.
Ukraine unlocked the door and let the other nations in first, where they all collapsed into chairs in the living room. England dragged himself up the stairs and tiptoed into the room where Canada and Liechtenstein were sleeping peacefully.
He could hear Romano snoring in the next room. Italy was vee'ing in the same room and one of England's rare smiles touched his lips as he heard similar snores begin to come from America as he tucked him into the big double bed he was supposed to be sharing with Canada.
As England removed Texas gently from the little boy's face, he noticed that America looked scared. He was having a nightmare? Well, there was only one way to stop America having a nightmare.
Downstairs, Iceland was asleep on Norway's chest, who was dozing in an armchair, and Finland was snuggled into a blanket on the floor, reading a book of Finnish fairytales quietly.
Sweden and Denmark had left a few moments prior, after Iceland had woken up crying. Neither of them being good with crying children they had hugged him and left. They had to get back anyway.
Finland had sung Iceland back to sleep with a lullaby from his country. It had also worked on Norway and Ukraine had to admit she was feeling sleepy too.
As Finland's eyes drifted shut, Ukraine pulled a blanket over him and trudged upstairs, stifling a yawn. She went into her room, and pushed her freshly muddied nightclothes into a wash basket and changing into some clean ones.
For some reason she decided to check on all the nations, and see that they were all still asleep. Thankfully none of them had been woken by Iceland's loud crying earlier. But in the last room she checked, she let out a strange sound halfway between a laugh and a moan of jealousy.
Nestled in between Canada and America, in the big double bed, was England. Ukraine shook her head, smiling as the two younger brothers curled into the Brit's chest. He looks so much younger when he's sleeping, she thought. And so much better without that constant scowl on his face.
Ukraine was surprised at her own thoughts, and closed the door.
She admitted she was envious of the sibling relationship between the three. It was something she missed greatly, as she was no longer allowed to see Little Brother Russia. And Belarus was too obsessed with Russia to care about her.
However, that night Ukraine's dreams were full of happy memories of her two little siblings.
(Author's Rambles)
YES. I FINALLY GOT OFF MY ASS AND WROTE THIS CHAPTER.
Because I wanted Icey back :3 he's adorable and I cannot fulfil my PLAAAANS without things temporarily back to normal. Yes I say temporarily :D because of PLAAAANS!
What do you think spooked Iceland? :) what hurt him? I want to know what you think :D
Also. I like UsUk but brotherly!UsUk is just adorable. Because of that, I'd rather have IggyPan or FrUk.
Also, shout out to the awesome HATSU YUKIYA! :D she went through all the chapters and reviewed xD your reviews are hilarious, Hatsu. Also her stories are AMAZING. Like, "freaking fabulous give me those skills omfg dead" sort of amazing.
Shoutout complete.
This chapter wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be. Once I stopped drawing fem!England, that is. I procrastinate too much. Also shit. I haven't done my homework...
Oh, and sorry if the spacing is weird. Half was typed on my computer and half on my ipod. It was also uploaded from my ipod which is ridiculously difficult to do so it may be weird. As in, a quarter of the chapter missing weird. I've done that by accident before xD
Apologies over the swearing. Now byebye! It's 23:04 and I need sleep.
I'll post soon, I hope! XD