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What the hell?
Iceland stared at the wall with blank eyes, remembering a day when Hong Kong had come to visit him in the winter. They had stayed up late talking, so late that the Aurora Borealis had begun, illuminating the sky. Hong Kong had freaked out, thinking it to be an attack of some sort, until Iceland had calmed him down and explained about the Northern Lights. Iceland sighed contentedly to himself, reliving that night in his head, watching the colors of the light storm dance.
Iceland's daydreams were interrupted by the door of his room opening quietly. Thinking it was Denmark or Norway, Iceland ignored the newcomer.
"Iceland, aru?" a voice asked. Slightly surprised, Iceland turned to look at China. The Asian nation stood nervously in the doorway with an IV stand beside him and a small bag in one hand. Iceland looked at the stand, confused. Why had China brought that with him?
"I-It's time for you to eat, aru," China explained softly. Norway had told him America and Canada didn't need his help anymore and to feed Iceland. He had threated China with lifelong imprisonment if he tried anything.
Iceland's eyes widened with realization. Tears formed in his eyes as he shook his head violently. It was bad enough having a feeding tube down his throat, but having to be fed from a bag. At least Romano had been allowed to eat solid food.
"I am very sorry, Iceland, aru." China dragged the stand to Iceland's side and hung the bag of liquid food from it. Hesitantly, he reached for the feeding tube.
Iceland jerked his head away from China. He did not want to be fed from a bag. That was for people in the hospital, not prisoners. Trying to convey this message, Iceland wheezed. The plastic feeding tube mad speech impossible and breathing difficult.
"You need to calm down! You could hurt yourself, aru!" China clamped a hand down on Iceland's head, holding it still, and took the feeding tube. The Asian nation straightened, hooking the feeding tube up to the bag of food. "Just relax, this will only take a few minutes, aru." He flipped the clamp stopping the flow of food.
Iceland relaxed on the bed crying. The feeling was strange in his stomach without feeling himself actually swallowing the food. He fisted his shirt, wincing occasionally.
"I am very sorry, Iceland." China stroked his hair comfortingly. "Hong Kong has been locked away too, aru."
Iceland looked up at China, ignoring the odd feeling of the food. 'What happened to Hong Kong?' He tried to convey the message as best as he could through his eyes. China seemed to understand his question.
"Denmark was angry with Hong Kong," China explained. "He locked him away. Hong Kong is not on a feeding tube like you but . . . he is not well. Denmark beat him but I do not know why." Tears welled in the ancient nation's eyes.
Remorse flooded through Iceland. It must have been terrible to see your younger brother beaten for no reason and be unable to help him. Iceland reached out to comfort China but his hands were jerked back by the shackles.
China smiled at him weakly. "Thank you, Iceland, it is the thought that counts, aru. Denmark is very happy right now . . . I do not know why." China had seen Norway and Sweden talking to Denmark in the kitchen. The Viking had looked extremely pleased with something, grinning widely.
Iceland nodded tiredly, closing his eyes. Sleep had evaded him for the past few days. He had been tortured with repetitive dreams of one of his older brothers attacking him.
"Sleep well, Iceland, aru." There was the rustling of clothes and the feeding tube was set beside Iceland on the bed. The Nordic nation heard China leave the room, taking the IV stand with him.
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Finished with his work, Sweden stretched back in his chair, hearing bones pop in arms. A sight caught his attention. Spain remained kneeling on the floor but he looked exhausted. Taking pity on the nation, the Viking leaned down to untie his pet's hands from the belt around his waist. Spain jerked out of his daze, looking down at his freed hands. His wrists were red from the coarse leather.
"Kom." Sweden rose from his seat and left the study with Spain following behind him, head down in broken obedience. The Viking led his pet to the large bed, stopping beside it and pointing down at the mass of blankets.
"Fastställa," Sweden commanded. Spain blinked once at him then cocked his head like a confused puppy. Pleased with the obedience but annoyed with the lack of understanding, Sweden sighed. "Fastställa," he repeated. "Lay down."
Sweden watched as his pet obeyed, laying down on the thick comforters slowly and with caution. It was almost like he expected his master to beat him at any given moment. Ignoring the behavior, Sweden took a leash from the nightstand and tied it around the bed. He clipped the leash to Spain's collar. The metal lock melded together to stop Spain from taking it off. The leash had been a gift from Norway to ensure his pet wouldn't run away.
"Ha en trevlig tupplur, (Have a nice nap,)" Sweden told Spain, petting the nation's head before leaving.
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New Sweden glanced up in curiosity as Finland pushed the door open on silent hinges, carrying a tray of pancakes and milk.
"Isä! (Father!)" New Sweden sat up in his bed, excited to see his second father. Vinland watched Finland curiously.
"Hei, Amerikassa. (Hello, America.)" Finland smiled at the younger nation.
"Ei, olen uusi Ruotsi. (I am New Sweden.)" New Sweden shook his head at his father's ignorance. How could he think he was this 'America'? The nation who'd helped to find him.
"Uusi Ruotsi? (New Sweden?)" Finland froze in the act of setting the tray of food down.
"Joo!" New Sweden nodded, bouncing excitedly on the bed. He'd been hoping to see his second father ever since he'd woken up in the morning.
"Amerikassa." Finland said softly, sitting on the bed beside New Sweden. "Et ollut koskaan Uusi Ruotsi. (You were never New Sweden.)"
"Mitä tarkoitat? Tietenkin olen. (What are you saying? Of course I am.)"
"Nro." Finland shook his head. "Mitä Ruotsi kertoa? (What did Sweden tell you?)"
"Hän sanoi Vartuin yössä ja vain luottaa minun todellinen isänsä. (He said I grew up overnight and only to trust my true fathers.)"
"Amerikassa. Olen pahoillani, mutta et voi luottaa muutkin isät. (I'm sorry but you cannot trust your other fathers.)" Finland gently laid a hand on New Sweden's.
"Isä suojelee minua. (Father protects me.)" New Sweden pulled his hand away.
"He ovat sairaita. (They are sick.)"Finland pressed, trying to make New Sweden understand.
Annoyed with the lack of attention toward him, Vinland babbles to New Sweden in Lakota. New Sweden answered, looking scared, and Vinland cocked his head curiously. Finland thought he saw a flash of realization flash though the young nation's eyes.
"Isä ei ole sairas. Hän ei voi olla. (Father isn't sick. He can't be.)"New Sweden wrung his hands nervously.
"Kyllä hän on. Hän ei oikein päähä meni pieleen, (Yes, he is. He's not right in the head. A spell went wrong,)"
"Noita? (Witch?)"New Sweden felt his stomach plummet. Visions of angry people and a rope hanging from a tree danced across his mind.
"Ei, ei noita. (No, not a witch.)" Finland shook his head, not understanding the young nation.
"Noita? *New Sweden trembled. The feeling of a constricting rope surrounded his throat.* En ollut noita! En ollut! (I wasn't a witch! I wasn't!)" Vinland's brow furrowed in worry at his brother's tone.
Finland quickly pulled New Sweden into a comforting hug. "Tiedän ettet ole noita, Amerikassa. Ei se mitään, minä suojelen sinua. En kukistaa Venäjän jälkeen kaikki. Kaikki itsekseni liikaa. (I know you're not a witch, America. It's alright, I will protect you. I did defeat Russia after all. All on my own too.)"
"I'm not a witch! I didn't mean to do it!" *New Sweden cried out in English, curling in on himself. "I-I don't want to die!"
"Amerikassa. Olet kaksisataakolmekymmentäseitsemän vuosi vanha. Sinun on toimittava kypsempiä. Kukaan ei satuta sinua. (America. You are two hundred and thirty seven years old. You need to act more mature. No one is going to hurt you.)" Finland scolded. He did not notice the younger nation speaking English.
"They're going to hang me! Just like they did everyone else! I want dad!" America shoved Finland away from himself.
"Calm down, America. I promise no one will hurt you." Finland tried to hug America.
"DAD! I want my dad!" America punched the wall, a long crack ran up the plaster. Vinland cowered back from his brother's violent attitude.
"America! You're scaring your brother."
America covered his head, sobbing "Why didn't he come? He promised he'd come." Cautiously, Vinland moved to America's bed.
"Why didn't who come?" Finland asked curiously.
"Dad said he'd come if I needed him. He lied! I am going to kill him!" Finland's eyes widened in surprise as America was suddenly furious.
"Who is 'dad'?" Finland pressed.
Vinland tugged on America's sleeve, babbling in Lakota. America answered sharply, slightly frightening his younger brother.
"I should have gone with France" America snarled. "Or Netherlands, they would have been better dads than him."
"Are you talking about England?"
"Who did you think I was talking about?" America snapped. "Stupid England and his stupid tea. Who does she think she is, trying to form her own country? She won't last a day!"
"What?" Finland was thoroughly confused now.
"For the love of God, Canada, quit pulling on my sleeve!" *America punched Vinland in the chin. The younger nation was sent flying into the opposite bed.
Finland stared in shock at America before he grabbed the younger nation and smacked him across the face.
"Knock it off, America!"
America stiffened in surprise. "Fin?" He blinked slowly, as though he was just waking up. His gaze flicked between Finland and Vinland. "It wasn't his fault, was it?" America asked his brother.
"No, it was a mistake." Canada stood, rubbing his chin. "Thanks for that, by the way, I needed to wake up."
Finland took a deep breath. "No, it wasn't his fault. Now that you two are back. We have a problem."
"What do you mean?" America looked at him.
"The Vikings," Finland explained. "They are trying to expand their territories. They lost Luxembourg and Netherlands as well as Romano. But they managed to catch Spain. Hong Kong and Iceland are locked in the basement."
America frowned thoughtfully. "I don't want to hurt them . . ."
"Maybe we should go for help." Canada shrugged.
"We won't have to help them. We just need to figure out what to do." Finland looks curious as a series of loud bangs fill the house.* "Mitä helvettiä?" He shouted in surprise as the floor rumbled. "What was that?"
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Several nations crouched in the concealing bushes yards away from the large mansion. They whispered to each other nervously. A few jumped when Egypt returned and nodded to Turkey who turned to Scotland.
"All ya ta do is light fuse," Turkey told the Celtic nation.
"That's it?" Scotland asked. "Ye don't want me ta light the south side on fire?" He rubbed his hands together, forming friction for the fire he was about to create. He, Wales, Ireland, and Northern Ireland had thrown black cloaks over their shoulders before leaving, ignoring the other nations' glances.
"Uh, no. We don't need ta try and kill everyone in there," Turkey told him.
"Trust the Dragon to dramatize everything," Ireland grumbled under his breath.
"Ah, shut it, Ireland." Scotland exhaled a stream of black smoke. Snapping his fingers, a small fire lit on his fingertips. The Celtic nation sent it to light the fuse.
A few moments of silence passed before several loud bangs of fireworks erupted around the door and several ground level windows. The house visibly shook as the fireworks exploded around it.
"What the hell?" A shout echoed across the yard.
Turkey grinned at the angry yell. "They know we're here," he said gleefully. "Let's go. This is a rescue mission, try and get the nations ya can." Turkey stood and led his union forward, across the snow. Greece grumbled but followed his leader with a silent Egypt. Cyprus changed his grip on his sword nervously.
Scotland and his brothers stood and moved forward in a single ling, their hoods drawn up over their faces. Ireland kept his feet on the ground as Wales' eyes darted around the yard. Japan led his brothers and sisters after Turkey and Scotland.
"Come on, Bulgy!" Romano said excitedly.
"I told you not to call me that!" Bulgaria exclaimed, but followed Romania as they ran after the three Unions. The Italy brothers, Australia, and New Zealand had been told to find another way into the mansion.
Turkey kicked the damaged front door and bellowed at the top of his lungs. "We're back!"
"Don't be so loud, you idiot." Greece's nose wrinkled in distaste at Turkey's volume.
"Again?" Denmark stood in the hallway looking annoyed. "Sve! Norge! We've got company!" The two Vikings appeared beside their brother. Denmark grinned as he drew his axe, swinging it gently. "Let none go."
Denmark charged forward, swinging at Turkey who dodged the axe and parried with his scimitar.
Japan and the Korean brothers surged forward at Sweden. The Viking tightened his grip on his sword, swinging it high above his head and bringing it down between the three nations. North Korea and Japan were forced off to one side and Korea to the other. Japan drew his katana and danced forward, slicing at Sweden's right thigh, while Korea forward and jabbed Sweden in the left side with his staff. Sweden grunted and slammed the hilt of his sword on Korea's head. The Asian nation dropped like a pile of rocks, unconscious. Pleased with his work, Sweden swung his weapon at Japan who parried the blow.
"Korea!" North Korea rushed to his older brother's side but Sweden intercepted him, kicking out at the Asian nation and blocking Korea.
Scotland threw his hood back, revealing flames dancing along his hair.
"Korea!" Taiwan leapt forward, reaching for her brother. Sweden swung at Taiwan but the Asian nation ducked, grabbing Korea and dragging him toward her.
An icy wind grew around Norway as he watched Scotland. "Impressive, Dragon, you've grown stronger."
"Did ye think A would lose ma touch?" Fire spread out to form dragon wings on either side of Scotland. "It seem ye have, though."
"I've only learned to act a little more civilized," Norway snapped.
"Norge!" Denmark shouted from his duel with Turkey and Greece.
Norway glanced at Taiwan and nodded curtly. The blast of icy wind abandoned the Viking and surrounded the two Asian nations. Wales threw out a hand, trying to stop the swirling wind as Taiwan screamed. An icicle shot past the Celtic nation's head, barely missing him.
"Wales!" Ireland flicked his hand and the icicle redirected its course to Norway.
Norway raised a hand and the icicle stopped in midair. "This is not as amusing as it once was," he said in a bored tone. He clenched his fist and the icicle broke into a bits. The shards were sent flying to pelt the Celtic nations. Ireland and Northern Ireland winced as the ice hit them. Wales ignored them in favor of fighting the wind surrounding Taiwan and Korea.
"It's not meant ta be amusing!" The ice shards melted when they neared Scotland. A white flame was shot at Norway's face. The Nordic nation batted the flame away with a single wave of his hand.
Finland appeared in the doorway to investigate what happened. He gasped at the sight of nations scattered across the ruined living room.
"Finland?" Norway spun around to see his younger brother. Waving a hand, he sent an ice sphere at the younger nation.
"Ohya!" Finland ducked as the ice shattered over his head.
"Far!" Canada ran up behind Finland, looking at Norway. "Far, you have to remember!"
"Canada?" Scotland straightened up, the fire on his head extinguishing. What was his nephew doing? A sphere of ice collided with Scotland's chest hard enough to knock the wind out of him. The Celtic nation collapsed to the floor gasping.
"Keep your mouth shut, Canada," Norway commanded. With a click of his teeth, Canada's jaw locked itself, rendering him unable to speak.
"Come on, Turkey, ya fight like a girl!" Denmark laughed as he danced away from the Mediterranean nation's sword.
"Get over here so I can kill ya!" Turkey swung his sword at the Viking and attempted to kick him.
Meanwhile, Canada was shaking his head like an animal, clawing at his mouth. The young nation finally gave up and closed his eyes, focusing. Norway watched in slight surprise as Canada's body molded into the form of a rather large polar bear.
"Scotland!" Ireland had spotted his brother gasping on the floor, falling to his knees.
Finland rushed forward to aid the brothers but was stopped when an ice sheet encircled him. The Nordic nation gaped at his spherical prison. What was Norway thinking?
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Italy, Romano, Vietnam, and Macau hurried down the hallway. The Asian nations had managed to slip away during the fight unnoticed and had met up with the twin nations in the hallway.
"Germany," Italy called softly. "Where are you?" He opened door after door along one wall, peeking into each room.
"Spain, are you in here?" Romano opened another door, copying his brother on the opposite side of the hall. The reunion between the brothers had been heart-touching for many nations. They had hugged and Romano had even started crying. The elder twin's ankle had been patched up and had healed in matter of days.
"I am going to check down here," Macau told the other nations. Vietnam nodded and watched her younger brother leave through a steel door, descending the stairs. The female nation turned to another hallway. She needed to find someone, and fast.
Macau froze at the sight of the room. A large furnace burned against one wall. Another wall was decorated by chains. And was that blood on the floor? Shaking his head in disgust, the Asian nation felt along the wall until he found a conceal door handle. The hidden door revealed another set of stairs that Macau descended cautiously.
"China?" Macau called nervously. "Hong Kong?"
"Macau?" China appeared around the corner.
"Teacher!" Macau rushed to his mentor, grasping him in a hug. "Where is Hong Kong?"
"He is somewhere down here, I do not know which room, though," China said sadly. "And the doors are all locked."
Macau frowned sadly. "We need to go," he said. "We can save Hong Kong next time."
The Asian nations hurried up the stairs to the hallway. Italy was crying, unable to find Germany, and Romano was punching the wall angrily. Vietnam was nowhere to be found.
"Dammit!" Romano swore loudly. "He should have been here!"
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Australia appeared in a doorway. "Where are the others?"
Romano stopped in the action of punching the wall. "We can't find them. That damn stupid tomato bastard isn't here!" Tears welled in eyes.
"Australia!" China said in a relieved tone. "You can help us, aru."
"How?" The Oceanic nation rolled up his sleeves. His koala had been forced to stay at Russia's house with Kumajirou and Smokey.
"I need to you open a door for me, it's locked, aru." China led the nation back down to the basement and to a heavy door. "Iceland is in there."
Australia nodded and grabbed the door handle. With a grunt he jerked the handle down and off, the door swinging open on silent hinges.
China hurried into the room. "Iceland, aru?" he called softly.
The young Nordic nation looked up at China fearfully, trembling. He didn't want to be fed again.
"Relax you throat," China commanded, taking a hold of the feeding tube.
Iceland did his best to relax his throat, gagging as the tube was drawn from his throat.
"Australia, break the chains, aru."
Australia reached over and easily crushed the metal in his fists. Iceland stood from the bed on shaky legs, rubbing his wrist. He felt weak from lack of sleep and little food.
"Where's Hong Kong?" Iceland asked worriedly.
"We do not know," China said sadly. "We have to get out of here. Romano, Italy, and Macau are waiting for us on the first floor."
Iceland nodded sadly, following China and Australia out of the room. He cast the hallway a longing glance. Could Hong Kong survive this hellhole for much longer?
"Australia!" a shouted echoed through the house.
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New Zealand collapsed, groaning in pain, as Denmark brought his axe handled down on the Oceanic nation's shoulder.
"Kiwi!" Australia, Macau, China, Italy, Romano, and Iceland raced down the hall. "You bastard!" Australia charged Denmark, tackling him to the floor.
Norway glanced back at the newly arrived group and froze and at the sight of his younger brother.
"You!" The Viking turned to face Iceland. "You are doing nothing but causing us trouble! Let's see you do it now!" Norway jerked a hand forward and a sphere of pale blue ice hit Iceland. The younger nation was enveloped in a smog of smoke, coughing, as China shouted in surprise.
Canada roared in anger and dropped down to all four, charging Norway. The Viking sidestepped the polar bear and sent a sheet of ice to cover his fur. Whining like a dog, the polar bear shook his fur to try and dispel the ice.
Norway turned back to look at the remaining nations. Turkey lay unconscious at Denmark's feet as Green leaned against Egypt for support, trying to stem the flow of blood from a deep cut. Wales was panting on the ground, unable to fight the wind anymore. Ireland and Northern Ireland tried to support their older brother between them. The ice had affected Scotland more than they'd thought it would. North Korea stared at his older brother and Taiwan forlornly. Japan and Sweden were still locked in a duel of flashing swords.
The smoke surrounding Iceland slowly faded away, revealing a quivering ball of white fur.
"What the hell?" Australia looked down in shock.
Scotland's eyes widened at the sight. "Shite!"
A small white arctic fox sat in the spot where Iceland had been standing, staring in shock. Canada looked down at his older brother in faint surprise. Breaking out of his shock, the polar bear snarled at Norway. The Viking ignored Canada and lobbed an ice sphere at Iceland who yelped and leapt out of the way. The arctic fox made a break for it as the ice sphere followed him at an astounding speed.
"China, get Iceland!" Australia shouted, taking control of the situation. "We're getting out of here!"
China scooped Iceland into his arms as the small fox raced past him. Canada reared to his full height, blocking Norway's view of the escaping nations, and snapped his jaws threateningly.
"Down, Canada," Norway commanded, glaring at the younger nation. A fine mist surrounded the polar bear as Canada's eyes rolled back in his head and he collapsed in a heap on the floor.
Vietnam raced through the doorway, grabbing Japan and North Korea and dragging them with her on her way out of the house. China backed out of the door, clutching Iceland to his chest. Australia scooped an unconscious Cyprus into his arms, looking back guilty at New Zealand.
"Teacher!" Taiwan looked up from Korea, tears filling her eyes. She didn't want to be captured by the Vikings.
"Get Wales! Leave me!" Scotland shoved his brothers away from him. Ireland and Northern Ireland hesitated for a brief moment before they lowered their older brother to the ground and helped a staggering Wales out the door.
"Chigi!" Romano grabbed Italy's hand and dragged his younger brother from the house. There was no way in hell he was getting captured again.
Romania raced past Norway who glared after him. Bulgaria shot by Sweden. The Viking stuck his sword in the Balkan nation's path, tripping him.
"Ah!" Bulgaria hit the ground hard. "Romania!"
"Bulgaria!" Romania turned to help his friend but froze when Sweden pulled his friend's wrists behind his back. Bulgaria's eyes filled with tears as he stared at Romania.
"Don't leave me!" Bulgaria begged.
Egypt grabbed Romania and dragged him out the door as he supported Greece. Romania glanced back his friend balefully.
The group of escaped nations ran until they were hidden under a canopy of trees. Leaning against a tree, Australia counted who remained. China, an Iceland fox, North Korea, Vietnam, Macau, Greece, Cyprus, Egypt, Wales, Ireland, Northern Ireland, Romania, Italy, and Romano.
China stroked Iceland's head soothingly. "It's going to be alright," he reassured the fox. "I'm sure Ahen's brothers can break the spell, aru." Iceland trembled as he looked up China, whining lightly.
Howls pierced the silent air and Australia spun around.
"Shit!" The Oceanic nation swore loudly. Iceland yelped and attempted to leap out of China's arms.
China tightened his grasp on the fox. "No, aru!"
They know we're here!
A/N: Seriously, if there is anything you want to see, send us a request. I'm planning the epilogue as we speak.
Alright, polar bears are kinda sorta big and pretty dangerous. If you don't want to die then don't piss them off.
Arctic foxes are native to Iceland!
We've decided to give grammar lessons. Because we've read stories where the grammar was all wrong. Here we go!
When someone is being spoken to you use a comma. Example: (Let's eat grandma!) Cannibalism is not really accepted in many cultures. So . . . (Let's eat, grandma!) When reading, the comma causes you to pause for breath. That means you're having chicken for dinner, not human.
When someone new is talking, you start a new paragraph.
It's "Susie and I" not "me and Susie". Future bosses will not take you seriously if you say "me and Susie went to the river". I'm not joking. It doesn't sound professional.
Try and stay in one tense. Either choose past or present. Don't switch between them so often.
Make sure your readers know who's talking.
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