Read: I still don't own Hetalia. Hidekaz Himeruya does.
Sorry for skipping around in time so much, but I have a plot, and once we get where we need to be, I don't think I'll skip time quite so much!
"Please- just give us back our Iggy!" America persisted.
The Norwegian man stayed silent, choosing to ignore him instead of waste his time trying to convince him that what they did was for the best. The other countries still didn't know exactly what Norway and Romania did, but they knew that they did something, and they wanted to know what; they couldn't have killed him without killing Oliver, and that was just about impossible! They would go to someone with magic, but everyone with it was either missing or the people who caused the others to go missing. They had tried torture, but the two members of the Magic Trio were trained to be soldiers, and they had magic, so forcing them to speak didn't help. At all.
America was near tears,"Why? Why won't you tell us what you did? I want Iggy back..."
Norway felt the familliar pang of guilt course through him- not like he could give in to it, of course. Soon after the torture, Norway and Romania decided to add a magic seal to their pinky promise. Now, if they wanted to tell someone, they both had to agree and break they spell in order for the truth to be told. Norway was incapable of telling him.
Then America asked a question that no one had asked before, despite it being painfully simple: "If you won't tell me, then at least tell me this- is he safe?"
Norway turned to the American, giving him the first answer anyone had gotten from them since England dissapeared, "Yes."
America's face brightened instantly, showing more joy than he had felt for the past few years combined. "Thanks," then, he left Norway's doorstep, racing off into his car to drive off and tell everyone the good news.
Norway turned around, wanting to sleep, but having to figure out how to solve England's current crisis; the country of England had gotten progressivly worse after they had sent Arthur to the orphanage, and, though Norway was trying his absolute hardest to run it the way Arthur would have, running two countries was enough to drain someone even if they had magic.
Norway went into his room, where he gathered his country's finished paperwork and set it in a drawer, just in case a breeze blew past the open window and scattered said papers. Then, he grabbed England's work and started to fill that out.
He worked on that until he passed out, still sitting at his desk, England's almost-finished paperwork in his hand.
Romania slid through the open window, into Norway's room. He would have went through the front door, but no doubt the other Nordics would turn him away- they did it everytime he came by and Norway wasn't the one to answer the door.
' It was a good thing I decided to do that, too', he noted when he saw Norway's sleeping figure laying over England's paperwork. 'No way they would let me in if Norway was asleep- but this is important.'
Romania stood next to Norway, gently shaking him awake. "Hmmm..?" Norway asked when his eyes slid open. He saw Romania and jolted up, then relaxed and said, "Why didn't the others wake me up and tell me that I had a guest?"
Romania grinned sheepishly, then replied, "'Cause they may or may not know of my being here."
Norway quirked an eyebrow. "So you snuck in?"
"Yup."
"That's... So like you." Norway admitted.
"Was that a compliment or an insult?"
"I don't know, what was it?"
"...Let's go with compliment." he said, then quickly continued talking before Norway could get a word in edge-wise. "Anyway, I came here because I want to help you with the paperwork. You're over-exhausting yourself, Norway! If you continue working like this, you're going to get sick, and then both of the countries you're running will fall even worse than they are, now."
Norway silently nodded, secretly happy that Romania wanted to help- now he could get some sleep!
The Romanian took the papers from Norway and ushered him into his bed; he needed sleep, and Romania could tell! He sat down at the desk, once he deemed Norway to be sleeping, and continued working on the papers left neglected. 'Wow... Norway did a lot of this stuff... I only have to fill out the last section!'
He was on the last question when Denmark suddenly burst through the door, holding a piece of cake, somehow not waking Norway. "No~orge! I brought you some-" he stopped when he saw Romania. He dropped the cake, the plate shattering on the wood floor. How was Norway still asleep?
"What... Are you doing?" He asked, voice low and threatening.
Romania froze, unsure of what to do. Denmark stalked over and grabbed the back of his shirt, begining to pull him out of Norway's room so they could talk without waking him.
"Denmark." Norway said, warning him. He was then out of bed and behind Denmark, blocking the door. "Let. Romania. Go."
"But he was in the house without our permission-"
"He had mine."
"And he was writing while you slept-"
"He was doing me a favor. Now, let. Him. Go."
Denmark let Romania go, sad that Norway cared more about him then he did his family. "Why do you care so much about him, Norge? We're just as good- your family misses you! Why do you lock yourself in your room for days at a time? We don't approve of what you did to England, but we don't hate you!"
Norway sighed. "Denmark, I don't hate you guys. I'm just too busy with paperwork to hang out." Norway's gaze hardened, "And I care about Romania because he's my friend! Now good-bye!" He pushed Denmark out the door, then shut said door.
While Romania stared at him, astonished that he could control Denmark, Norway rubbed the brink of his nose and said, "Maybe I could spend the night at your house? I don't want to deal with this bull-crap right now. I need a break."
Romania snapped out of his shock, "Sure, stay as long as you want. Should we go now?"
"Yes." He replied, and then they dissapeared, teleporting to Romania's house..
Arthur Kirkland sat down, tired beyond belief. His 13th birthday was tomorrow, and his party was yesterday. They (read: he and his best pals) had went to the ice-skating rink, and Arthur had found out the hard way that he was no good at ice-skating. After that, since it was Friday and they hadn't had school because of a student holiday, they slept over at his house and stayed up until almost 3 am. His friends had just left, and it was 4pm.
He closed his eyes tiredly. When he opened them, Oliver was nose- to- nose with him. He jumped and let out a yelp, but it was a manly yelp. For manly-men.
Oliver smiled, like the creepy big-brother/guardian-figure he was. But Arthur loved him like family, even if he was adopted. "So sorry, did I scare you?" he asked with his thick british accent. Neither of their accents seemed to want to go away; it was like they were cursed to forever be asked if they just moved to America. They had been here most of their lives! ( Well, Arthur had.)
"Scared?" Arthur asked unbelievingly, "Who? Me? No, I wasn't scared. You simply startled me, that's all, with your creepy ways of appearing right before my eyes. I swear, it's like you have magic!"
"Maybe I do." Oliver replied.
"That would be interesting, wouldn't it?"
"Certainly."
"So, did you need me? I mean, you were in front of me."
"Actually, yes I do. Answer this question: what would you like to do on your birthday, just the two of us, hmm?"
Arthur pondered that question, thinking of possibilities. 'We could go get tea and spend the day roaming the outside shopping mall. Or, we could stay at home and read. Maybe we could go to a resuraunt?'
"How about we go get some tea and walk around the outside shopping mall down by Bluebell Drive?" Arthur suggested.
"Splendid idea, Arthur! The mall it is!"
Arthur smiled, bushy eyebrows rising in happiness. Oliver smiled back.
Three years later, the country of England was so bad that Norway and Romania had to give in. England had to come back.
Yay! Another chapter is completed~! Comment!