Chapter Three- In Which The Tears Belong to Iceland

The next scene shocked no one but Finland.

The stage set before the present-day Nordics was in front of Denmark's house. Iceland was young, and the tension between Denmark, Sweden, and Norway was obvious. Norway knelt down and kissed Iceland's forehead.

"Be good, lillebror. Don't let the idiot spoil you, okay? Storebror loves you. Elsker deg."

Iceland quivered. "Don't go, storebror..."

Norway quietly screwed his eyes shut, planting another kiss on Iceland's forehead. "I'll come back. I'll see you again, I promise, lillebror. Okay?"

"O-Okay," Iceland stuttered.

To any layperson watching the scene, it was sad. To the other three (or would it be six?) Nordics watching, it was heart-shattering.

Norway hugged Iceland tightly, hot tears leaking into his little brother's hair. Memory-Sweden grunted.

"T'me t' g', Norge."

Norway did not move, pretending for all the world that he did not hear, that this was a horrible dream and he would wake up soon to Iceland cuddling into his side once more.

But it wasn't, and he did not.

"Norge."

Neither brother chose to respond, hoping that their elders would just allow this forever. Sweden, already annoyed from losing Finland not too long ago, pulled Norway away.

"Island!"

"NOREGUR!"

"Island! Danmark!" Norway called out, with no patience or thought to cover his tears. Iceland cried and tried to run to Norway. But they were already gone.

Denmark- now, noticeably crying also- picked Iceland up.

"Come on, Ice. I'll get you some food. I'll take care of you."

"I don't wanna," Iceland pouted, "I want storebror."

Denmark sighed, holding Iceland tightly in his arms.

"Norge isn't coming home, Ice." Denmark said quietly.

"Storebror..." Iceland sniffled quietly.

"Sh," Denmark said soothingly. "Sh."

The observing Iceland roughly dragged his sleeve across his eyes at the memory. Denmark looked down, the sod below becoming mysteriously muddy. Sweden glanced at both of the, feeling guilty.

"L-Let's just go," Iceland muttered thickly, walking off towards the next memory.

He jolts awake in the darkness. The only thing he hears is his breath, all he feels is the clamp of cold metal around his left ankle and wrists. He tugs at the chain on his leg, only to discover a heavy, metal ball. Sighing,he strains at the bonds uselessly.

A door slams open, casting a rectangle of pale light that blinds him. He winces.

A massive creature, at least four times his size, storms in. It effortlessly lifts him up in one arm, clenching its paw around his hand and breaking it. He screams, yowls of unbounded pain unheard. The creature then takes this other hand, and breaks it in the same fashion. He screams again, no one hears him. The thing drops him to the floor, his head snapping backwards, then forwards. He is knocked out instantly, half-concious murmurs for his brothers are lost in the lonely dark that terrifies him so.

He is so, so far from home.

And so, so afraid.

A/N: Shorrrt. Short time in memories. SHORT SHORT SHORT. *headdesks and rolls into a corner*

Well, I was going to wait another day, but...youpeopleandyoursweetreviews howdoyoufindme aelihfkih :')

And I thought I was going to be ripped to shreds for not liking DenNor. Pssshhh.

Anyway.

Something I wanted to mention: FanFiction edited the title a bit. Without the spaces, it looks like it should be Nonsenseverse, right? WRONG. It was actually supposed to be called Nonsense Verse. Nonsense Verse is a sort of poetry where nothing makes any sense, like that Lewis Carroll poem in Through the Looking Glass. ("'twas brillig, and the slithy toves/ did gyre and gimble in the wabe...") Why is this the title?

Find out later. xD

I'll give you a hint, though- if your computer allows it, go look up Neutral Milk Hotel on youtube. I recommend the album "In the Aeroplane Over the Sea." I WILL be using their songs later as their songs are BRILLIANT examples of Nonsense verse.

Yep, authoress knows so much random stuff.

Anyway.

Check the previous chapter for an edit I made in the A/N regarding the battle of Svolder.

And lastly, if I owned Hetalia I would be rich. If I owned Norway I would be happy. If I owned the other Nordics I would be happy, but not AS happy.

Review away!

~Toni