There's silence for a few moments. Germany's crying. Denmark's just standing there, looking as if a bomb went off.
Big brother, Iceland thinks, I'm going to save you.
Suddenly, Denmark whirls around. "We have to go find him, oh god, we have to go find him right now," he says, spitting his words out furiously.
His face is anguished, and Iceland sees the tears streaming from his eyes. His voice has a pleading note to it, and Iceland realizes how destroyed he is that he let someone take Norway away from him.
"Italy…" Germany says, kneeling next to Italy. There's a crack in his voice.
He looks broken. He runs his hands through Italy's hair, brushing through it softly. Another tear drips down his face, and he bites his lip to refrain from crying anymore.
"They… they took Norway and Romano…" Iceland says, not completely believing the words. "They took my big brother."
"They messed with our family. Now they're going to die," Finland says. He looks furious.
"We'll follow them on the rooftops." Sweden points to the ladder at the side of the alley.
They climb it, and start to sprint after the gang. When they reach a street, they have to descend from the roofs, but when they reach the next block they're able to get back up there again.
The gang keeps on walking for a long while at a fast clip, and Iceland can barely see them when they finally stop and walk into an old parking garage.
The Nordics and Germany wait for a little while before going in, needing to make sure that the gang is properly distracted. Whatever that might mean, Iceland doesn't want to think about.
After about half an hour, Denmark can't stand it anymore, and nothing anyone can do keeps him back. So they creep carefully toward the parking garage, padding softly inside of it.
There are still many parked cars, which offer decent cover. Cover from which they can watch the things unfold from.
The gang is standing in the middle of the garage, circling around Norway and Romano, who are tied up back to back, their hands restrained.
Romano is furious.
"LET ME THE FUCK GO, BASTARDS," he yells, twisting his face around. "YOU LET ME THE FUCK GO RIGHT THIS SECOND."
The gang leader throws his head back and laughs.
"Do you really think that we're going to do that? No, we're going to have our fun." He's holding a knife, which he runs the tips of his fingers over and smiles. "How about we start with you?"
That shuts Romano up, and he leans back, closer to Norway.
Norway's not moving, and for a second Iceland is terrified that something already happened. But no, it appears that Norway was just unconscious. He starts to come to, lifting his head up and glancing around.
The gang leader kneels beside Romano, and without any hesitation slides the knife across Romano's chest, then back intersecting that slash, creating a bloody X.
It's not enough to kill Romano, who lets out a sob.
It's enough to make Norway stiffen and start to tremble, and though it's obvious that he tries to stop himself, Iceland can see him shaking from where he's hidden behind the car.
Romano's cries of pain echo throughout the parking garage as wound after wound is inflicted on him. Norway's shaking harder.
The leader tilts his head, admiring the gore in front of him. "You know, I think I like you better this way," he says. "Go to sleep."
With that, he plunges the knife into Romano's chest. Romano inhales in shock one last time, then slouches down against, dead.
Norway immediately goes completely still when he feels Romano's hands start to grow cold with death. He twists his head around to look at the leader as he kneels beside him.
"Now it's your turn, blondie," the leader says. "How about a nice––"
Iceland never gets to know what the leader is going to offer Norway, or rather force upon him, because Denmark leaps out from behind the car with an enraged sound of fury.
"TOUCH ONE MORE HAIR ON HIS FUCKING HEAD AND YOU GO TO HELL," Denmark says, even though it's obvious that he's going to keep shooting at them even if they don't touch a hair on Norway's head.
He gang leader smiles, waves, and slashes Norway's leg open from the calf to the thigh. Norway gasps in pain, and grits his teeth to keep from sobbing.
Denmark screams in anger, and his shooting is getting wilder and wilder. He starts to drive the gang back from Norway. Iceland jumps out from behind the car, and starts sprinting toward Norway, assault rifle in his hands and firing.
Iceland unties Norway while Denmark shoots. The rope is tied well and the knots hold firm, and Iceland has to use his knife to cut it off of him. He does, and slides the knife back into his boot.
"Help me carry him, Denmark!" Iceland says, and they immediately switch roles, Iceland firing and Denmark lifting Norway up in his arms, not caring that the blood from Norway's leg wound is spilling all over his jacket.
Finland and Sweden are firing their guns as well, and they both look like they're going to murder someone, which is exactly what they're doing. Finland's an expert shot, and he takes down gang member after gang member.
It's looking like things might turn out with them in the upper hand when all of a sudden a shit ton more people start to pour out of a door on the other side of the garage. They're obviously affiliated with the gang, and they begin to exchange crossfire the the Nordics and Germany.
Iceland sprints back to the cover of the car where Denmark is frantically trying to stop Norway's wound from bleeding with pieces of torn up cloth.
"We have to go right now!" Finland says, yelling to be heard over the gunfire.
They run for it, and wonder why no one gets shot. They're completely out in the open, unprotected, and sprinting for the exit.
When Iceland turns his head as he runs, he realizes why.
Germany's stayed behind to try to fend them off and give the Nordics a chance to escape. Iceland can see his shoulders shaking, and he realizes that he's sobbing.
"For Italy!" Germany yells. "This is for Italy, you sons-of-bitches!"
Iceland turns his head back around. He focuses on getting the hell out of there.