Disclaimer: Vi ejer ikke Hetalia. Thanks, Denmark.
A/N: I really shouldn't try typing at 12:17 at night. It's hard when you're tired. Imagine if I didn't bother correcting my mistakes. O.O
Anyway, we're reaching the end. LAST CHANCE FOR REQUESTS! SPECIFICALLY THE ENDING!
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We dedicate this chapter to Dalasport and MedusLegend.
Will you forgive them, Iceland?
"So, yer sure ya found them?" Denmark asked. The three Viking nations stood in the entrance of the mansion.
"I'm positive, Dan," Norway sighed. "I've found where they are."
"Well, then." Denmark hefted his axe, grinning ferally. "Let's go get what belongs ta us."
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Iceland crouched under a shelf in the house's pantry with his arms wrapped around his legs and his chin propped on his knees. After the mishap with the spell his life had become a living hell. A strange girl had pulled his tail in fascination during breakfast and Kumajirou and another bear saw his tail as yet another toy. Mr. Puffin had even plucked a few hairs. Iceland had to share a bed with Latvia, there weren't enough rooms. The Baltic nation had grabbed his tail in his sleep and yanked it when he rolled over. What made it worse was that Russia had rubbed Iceland's head, telling him he was adorable. If being called adorable wasn't bad enough, his ears were extremely sensitive. It hurt whenever someone rubbed or pulled an ear too hard.
The door to the pantry slid open, surprising Iceland, and China slipped into the small space.
"Needed some alone time, aru?" China asked, crouching beside Iceland.
Iceland glanced up before relaxing again. "It seems like the whole world is against me," he told the ancient nation.
"I am not," China pointed out with a cock of his head. "And neither are Vietnam or Macau. We want to help you, aru."
"Yeah, well, everyone keeps picking on me. Some girl called me 'Cutie Pie' today. Who is she, anyway?" Iceland asked.
"I heard that she is the Confederate States of America, but everyone calls her South. Apparently she is America's younger twin sister.
"Everyone keeps pulling my tail," Iceland pouted. "South and Latvia . . . and Russia rubbed my head!"
"They are just curious," China assured him. "They have never seen someone like you before. I do not think they will bother you anymore, aru."
"Why not? Kumajirou and some other bear chewed on my tail. And that other bear keeps calling me 'Salmon Head'!"
"Australia can be very convincing when he wants to be. And I believe that bear is Smokey. He called me 'Girly', I suppose he calls everyone a strange name."
"What do you mean Australia can be convincing? Did he put them up to this?" Iceland demanded.
"No, Australia shouted at them for pulling your tail and playing with your ears. Japan intends to ensure no one bothers you again."
"Hmph, I'm still not coming out." Iceland reached up and fiddled with one of his twitching ears. It was so weird to have the extra appendages, he could feel their every twitch.
"Iceland, you must be hungry." China pulled Iceland's hand away from his ear.
"I already had a jar of jam." China spotted an empty jar of Lingonberry jam next to Iceland. "I'm not hungry."
"Iceland! It's bad enough that Japan eats all that jam, I don't need you going down the same road, aru." China sighed. "At least come out and help me with the dishes."
"Fine." Iceland took China's hand and stood, allowing the Asian nation to lead him to the kitchen. His tail twitched as he checked the room for any other countries.
"Will you please dry these for me?" China motioned to the small pile of dishes in the dish rack.
"Já." Iceland grabbed a dish towel and began drying a wet plate as China turned to the sink. "Is there any news yet?" he asked warily.
"General Winter arrived this morning," China said. "Antarctica and the micro-nations have been captured." The Asian nation scrubbed vigorously at a casserole dish.
"Antarctica? You mean it's a nation?" Iceland stared at China in shock. He'd had no idea the continent had been added as a nation.
"Yes and no. Antarctica is still a continent but he is inhabited by scientists. Ireland and Northern Ireland hope never to meet him."
"Why don't they want to meet him?" Iceland asked curiously.
"I am not entirely sure, aru," China said. "They said something about a lost city." China placed the casserole dish in the dish rack and grabbed a cup. Iceland took the dish, pausing as he dried it and staring at the dish rack. "What is it, aru?" China asked worriedly.
"Do you think they'll ever be back to normal?" Iceland asked quietly.
"I do, Ireland told me Scotland has discovered which spell was used and how to break it. There is still enough hope for everyone."
"Really? So Norge will be back to normal?" Iceland looked hopeful for a moment before his ears dropped low. "No one's going to forgive them."
"Will you forgive them, Iceland?" China asked seriously.
"I don't know. I don't even know what I'm going to do after this is over. I don't think I'll ever be able to trust them again."
China sighed and set a dish in the sink, drying his hands on a towel. "In the nineteenth century America attempted to expand his land to all of North America. He called it 'Manifest Destiny'. Canada fought him down, won, and later forgave his brother. I have never seen them act distrustful toward each other ever since."
"So, you think after they finish torturing all of us we'll be able to trust them again?" Iceland asked bitterly. "Look at me, I'm a fox!"
"Iceland, you are talking about trying to trust a dead Viking, not your brother. Once the war is over you won't be trying to trust the Viking anymore." China was desperately trying to stay hopeful.
"Vikings, I wish they'd never been born. This would have never happened."
"You might be right," China agreed. "But then you would have never been found."
"Well, maybe someone else would have found me instead of a couple of marauders."
"Who else would have gone looking for a little island so far north?"
"Little island," Iceland repeated with a snort. "Did you know my name in Danish is 'Island'? I'm nothing more than a lonely little island."
"What's with all this un-awesome pessimism?" Prussia asked as he walked into the kitchen with Kumajirou hot on his heels. The small polar bear looked up at Iceland sadly.
"I want Canada."
"Hey, Muffins, where did ya go?" South popped up behind Prussia, squealing when she say Iceland. "Puppy!"
"Now I'm a puppy?" Iceland asked, looking terrified at the bipolar ex-nation.
"Teufelhund!" Prussia grabbed his girlfriend by the arm. "Do you remember what your cousin said?"
"My cousin?" South repeated, surprised at the thought. "I have a cousin?"
"Australia," Prussia told her. "The Great Outback."
"Oh, cool! I have a cousin named 'Outback'!"
Smokey wandered into the kitchen grumbling. "Stupid 'roo." Australia had been ecstatic to meet the small black bear but had quickly decided that Smokey was unhealthy with his diet and lack of exercise. For once, Smokey was not happy South kept forgetting him.
"I have an idea! Guys, guys, guys!" South jumped with every 'guys', shouting loud enough for the whole house to hear.
"Gott verdammt! How many times have I told you not to scream in my ear?" Prussia demanded as he massaged his ringing ear.
"But I have an awesome idea!" South whined.
Iceland looked to China, exasperated. "Now she's saying awesome?"
"She imitates people." China shrugged.
"We need ta get everyone down here!"
"What's going on here?" Australia appeared in the doorway. Slowly, the nations began to trickle into the kitchen, surrounding China and Iceland.
"Like, come one, Liet!" Poland dragged Lithuania to the front of the group. "What's going on? Is it going to be totes fun?"
South grinned madly as she stared at Iceland. "First one ta catch the puppy gets ta brush him!"
"I'd make him look totally cute!" Poland squealed excitedly.
China's eyes widened and Japan tensed. "Now wait just a minute, aru!"
"What? It'll be fun!" South looked ready to start chasing Iceland as she said that.
"What if Iceland does not want to be brushed, aru?" China demanded.
"But puppies love being brushed!" South argued.
"Iceland is not a puppy!"
"What is going on here?" Belarus, Ukraine, and Northern Russia slipped into the kitchen.
"Da, I would like to know." Russia stood directly behind Iceland, looking down at him curiously.
Iceland squeaked in fear and ducked. "Nothing's going on!"
"We're going to play catch the puppy and brush him!" South explained happily.
"Sounds like fun, da?"
"We're playing 'catch the puppy and brush him'?" Netherlands repeated as he and Cuba appeared in the doorway.
"Are you loco?" Cuba asked. "Why are we teasing Iceland?"
"It'll be fun!" South argued.
"I think I would like to try," Belarus said. "Big brother and I will catch him in no time." The female nation had accepted Northern Russia into the family without a fight, giving up her fight for her older brother.
"Nō!" Japan stepped in front of Iceland. "You will have to go through me first."
"That won't be a problem." Belarus smiled at Japan. "You're outnumbered."
"Let's just leave Iceland alone," Ukraine pleaded.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Iceland yowled as Smokey sank his into the furry tail.
"Smokey!" Prussia grabbed the black bear by the scruff. "Let him go, now! We told you not to do that!"
Smokey dropped the tail, albeit reluctantly. "Then he shouldn't have put it on in the first place."
"He didn't 'put it on', it's a part of him now." Prussia dropped the bear to the floor."
"What, you mean Salmon Head's got a tail?" Smokey asked, slightly confused.
"I told you to stop calling me 'Salmon Head'!" Iceland reached for Smokey who raced to hide behind his owner. The small Nordic nation darted out from behind Japan to chase the bear.
"Get lost, Salmon Head!" Smokey growled.
Romano grabbed the unsuspecting Iceland by the shoulders. "I caught the puppy," he said. "Who's brushing him?"
"Wait, what?" Iceland looked up at the Mediterranean nation, terrified.
"I will!" Poland jumped up and down excitedly.
"Knock yourself out." Romano shoved Iceland toward the excitable nation.
"No!" Iceland struggled out of Poland's grip, breaking free and running smack into Russia.
"Come on!" Poland said happily. "You'll look adorable!"
"Da!" Russia swung Iceland over his shoulder.
"Ah! Put me down!" Iceland kicked wildly, his tail swishing in agitation.
"Net." Russia carried the struggling nation out of the room with Poland dancing behind him.
"Skit! Help me, teacher! Poland's going to put bows in my fur!"
China sighed. "If I can't stop them from brushing him, at least I can save his dignity." The ancient nation followed the small group to the bathroom.
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Northern Ireland shifted restlessly in his sleep. Lately nightmares about torture chambers and never seeing his brothers again had kept him awake at night. Laying on his back whit his eyes close, the Celtic nation was vaguely aware of soft footsteps on the carpet. He paid no attention to it until a hand suddenly clamped over his mouth.
Eyes flying open, Northern Ireland screamed against the hand and struggled.
A dark figure leaned over the struggling nation. "I think ya better keep quiet, Lille Møgunge." There was a painful prick in Northern Ireland's neck and the figure straightened up.
Northern Ireland whimpered at the sight of a Viking towering over him, tears forming in his eyes.
"It's just a little something ta keep ya quiet," Denmark told him, grinning. The Viking took out a length of rope and bound Northern Ireland's wrists and ankles. Hoisting the small nation onto his shoulder, he leapt out the window and carried him across the grass to a waiting van. He placed Northern Ireland in the back of the van, smirking down at the bound nation.
"Ya just sit tight, I've got more ta get."
Northern Ireland quivered with fear as he watched the Viking abandon him in the van. The ground trembled lightly with every one of the Celtic nation's shivers.
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Ireland was jerked awake as rough hands grabbed him, dragging his wrists behind his back.
"Mmph?" Ireland couldn't speak past the scrap of cloth that had been tied in his mouth while he'd been asleep. Jerking violently, Ireland sent a spout of water to hit his attacker in the face. He heard a grunt as rope was looped tightly around his wrists. The Celtic nation struggled violently, screaming through the gag. Finished with his wrists, the intruder moved on to bind his ankles.
As Ireland was lifted off the bed he caught sight of the intruder, Sweden. The Viking dragged his prisoner to one of two vans parked in the driveway. Dropping Ireland in the second van, Sweden shut the door quietly.
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Iceland rolled over, hugging his tail as it swished to cover his waist. Russia had finally been able to give him a bed of his own after Italy had convinced Romano to share a bed with him. His fox ears twitched at the sounds of muffled screams. Slightly curious, Iceland opened his eyes slowly to see two figures towering over him.
"Norge? Sve?" Iceland stared up at his brothers, terrified.
"Ja." Norway reached out to brush Iceland's tail but the smaller nation jerked it back, scooting away from the Vikings.
"What are you doing here?" Iceland demanded, his voice quivering.
"We've come to fetch you, Ice," Norway said softly. "It's time for you to come home."
"Nei!" Iceland moved to run for the door but Sweden grabbed him around the middle. "Help!" the small nation screeched, hoping someone would hear him.
Ireland was jerked awake as rough hands grabbed him, dragging his wrists behind his back.
"Mmph?" Ireland couldn't speak past the scrap of cloth that had been tied in his mouth while he'd been asleep. Jerking violently, Ireland sent a spout of water to hit his attacker in the face. He heard a grunt as rope was looped tightly around his wrists. The Celtic nation struggled violently, screaming through the gag. Finished with his wrists, the intruder moved on to bind his ankles.
As Ireland was lifted off the bed he caught sight of the intruder, Sweden. The Viking dragged his prisoner to one of two vans parked in the driveway. Dropping Ireland in the second van, Sweden shut the door quietly.
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South stood alone in the kitchen staring out the window. Something wasn't right, she could feel it in the air. It was the same feeling she'd get before she went into battle against Yankee. The ex-nation's eyes followed a bat through the dark yard.
"Ya must be South," a voice said behind her. South whirled around to see Denmark leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed.
"And what's it to you?" South demanded. Her mind was, for once, clear of confusing jumble of words, allowing her to think like a soldier once more.
"I'm just curious," Denmark said. "We have yer brother. I just wanted ta know if ya want ta see him again."
"I'll see him when I want to. You can go rot in hell, you piddlin' varmint! There's no way I'm comin' with you."
"That's a shame, I was hoping ya would come quietly." Denmark shoved off the doorframe, heading for South. The female ex-nation glared at him and backed away quickly.
"You wouldn't," she said stiffly.
Denmark leaned forward and bared his teeth. "I would."
South darted to the left but Denmark was too quick, wrapping his arms around her midsection.
"Let me go!" South struggled in the Viking's grip. "I'll scream!" she threatened.
"Actually, I don't think ya will." Denmark withdrew a needle from his pocket, grasping the protective covering with his teeth and ripping it off. South gasped as she was pricked in the neck and the cool liquid was injected. Tossing the syringe aside and spitting out the covering, Denmark helped to lower the ex-nation to the floor. The drug slowly took affect and South was left staring blankly at the wall.
"I knew ya wouldn't be that much trouble," Denmark chuckled as he bound South's arms behind her back, her knees, and her ankles.
"Teufelhund!" The Viking glanced up to see Prussia standing in the doorway. "Gott verdammt! How did you get in?"
Denmark stood, grinning. "It was easy, no one was guarding the door."
"Dammit, Poland!" Trust that nation to choose this night to gossip with Lithuania. Prussia charged forward. Denmark caught the fist swung at him, twisting Prussia's arm behind his back.
"Going ta have ta do better than that!" Prussia threw his head back in agitation. The Viking swore quietly as Prussia collided with his nose. Annoyed, he slammed Prussia's head into a cupboard. The ex-nation groaned as he slid to floor clutching his head.
Denmark grabbed Prussia's hands, dragging them back and handcuffing them. "I think rope would be a bit too easy for ya ta get out of." Prussia struggled weakly, his head spinning from the blow. Denmark snickered as he tied a rag in Prussia's mouth and hoisted him onto his shoulder, hefting South under his other arm.
"This is too easy." The Viking strode outside and dumped Prussia and South in the first van with Northern Ireland.
Gathering the dregs of his strength, Northern Ireland stomped on the van's floor. Denmark staggered as the ground shook violently.
"What the hell?" Denmark glared at the small nation. "Lille Møgunge!" Taking out a syringe, he stabbed Northern Ireland in the neck and pressed the pump down. "It seems ya need a bit more."
Northern Ireland winced as the ground trembled in a full blown earthquake. He could feel the earth cracking in some areas and even falling apart in others. Why hadn't he paid attention when Scotland taught them about control?
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"Help!" A screech rang through the house, waking Russia from his sleep. The Slavic nation leapt from the bed and raced out of the room, down the hall.
"Faen!" Norway slammed the door shut, locking it, but not before Russia saw Iceland struggling against Sweden.
"Net!" Russia pounded on the door, wishing he hadn't left his keys in the room. Suddenly, the ground shook violently and the tall nation staggered sideways. "Chto? An earthquake?"
"Help me!" In the room, Iceland broke away from Sweden but collided with the dresser, sinking to the floor groaning.
"What's going on?" Australia raced down the hall toward Russia.
"They are here!" Russia resumed his attack on the door. "They have Iceland! Where is Northern Ireland? Why he shaking the ground?"
"Northern Ireland?" Australia paused, thinking. "Shit! They've probably got him already."
"Australia? Russia?" Belgium poked her head out of her bedroom, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
"EVERYONE UP!" Russia bellowed. "THEY ARE HERE AND KIDNAPPING NATIONS!" Doors slammed open as nations rushed out of their rooms at the shout.
"Where is Iceland?" China hurried to the front of the group.
"They have him," Russia said.
"Where is Prussia?" Kumajirou reared on his back paws and looked around for his long-term babysitter, Gilbird cheeping on his head.
"Those bastards probably captured him too," Romano growled.
Giving up on pounding on the door, Russia kicked the wood in. Sweden was waiting for him and slammed a fist into Russia' face, catching him by surprise. Russia saw Norway seated on the windowsill with Iceland.
"Keep them busy," Norway told Sweden.
"Net! Iceland!" Russia grabbed Sweden's arms, trying to shove him aside so he could reach the small Nordic nation.
"Nei!" Iceland struggled against Norway.
Sweden grunted and slammed Russia into the wall easily. The Slavic nation slumped to the floor unconscious. Norway hoisted a struggling Iceland onto the windowsill.
"Iceland!" China rushed forward. Australia grabbed Sweden's wrist as the Viking made to grab China.
"Better not, mate." Australia punched Sweden in the stomach, causing the Viking to lean over groaning slightly. The Oceanic nation's victory was short lived as his arm was grabbed and another arms snaked around his waist. "What the hell?" Sweden flipped Australia to the floor. The fallen nation groaned in pain, staying on the floor as he winced.
China grabbed Iceland's free arm. "Leave him, Norway!"
"He's mine!" Norway snarled, and yanked back on Iceland's arm. Iceland yelped in pain, his ears flattened against his head.
"Norway, he is you little brother!" China snapped. "Don't you remember?" Japan raced through the doorway, spotting China and Iceland.
"Japan," Iceland called. "Help me!"
Sweden snarled and made a move to snatch Japan but the Asian nation was too quick. He skipped out of the way, drawing his katana.
"Go, I'll take care of him!" Austria slammed his shoulder into Sweden's stomach. The Viking grunted and grabbed the German nation's wrists.
"Norway, please, listen to me!" China begged, keeping a firm grip on Iceland.
Norway ignored China as he drew his sword one-handed. Japan darted forward and swung at him.
"Release Iceland!" Japan demanded sternly.
Norway released Iceland's arm in surprise to block Japan's katana with his sword. Iceland stumbled into China's arms who pulled him toward the door as Norway and Japan dueled.
"Aiyee!" Belgium jerked away as Denmark grabbed her wrist. The Viking snarled at the sight of Iceland and China.
"Dammit!" He hoisted Belgium onto his shoulder.
"Belgium!" Switzerland rushed forward.
Denmark whirled around to face the German nation. "Skid!" He lashed out, kicking Switzerland in the stomach and sending him to the floor gasping. Netherlands wrapped his arms around Denmark's throat.
"Put my sister down, Denmark," the Dutch nation snarled. Denmark struggled to breathe as he glared around at the surrounding nation.
"Fine, held og lykke. (good luck.)" Denmark dropped Belgium to the ground where the female nation slid away from him. Netherlands relaxed his grip, only to get elbowed in the stomach. He collapsed to the floor clutching his abdomen.
"Hey!" Poland drew his sword and charged Denmark who easily knocked him into a wall.
"Po!" Lithuania drew his own sword. Denmark scowled and flipped Lithuania over his shoulder, glancing at the Baltic nation's brothers and Romania.
"Skid, skid, skid! Sve! Norge! Denmark called.
Sweden grunted as he struggled to fight Belarus and Ukraine at the same time. Luxemburg lay unconscious beside Russia. Norway had his hands full with Japan, North Korea, and Vietnam.
"I'm a little busy, Dan!" Norway slammed the hilt of his sword into Vietnam's head, only to have the female nation replaced by Cyprus. "Faen!"
Egypt and Cuba approached Sweden as Belarus and Ukraine were knocked to the floor groaning.
"Tilbagetog! (Retreat!)" Denmark bellowed to Sweden and Norway.
"Danmark, are you mad?" Norway glanced over his shoulder furiously. They still hadn't captured his brother yet.
"Don't argue, Norge," Denmark retorted. "We're outnumbered."
Norway scowled but kicked Cyprus out of the way and vaulted over the windowsill. Sweden knocked Egypt and Cuba to the floor, following Norway's example. Denmark cursed as he raced out the front door. The sound of squealing tires filled the air as the nations glanced at each other.
"Are you okay?" Belgium kneeled beside Switzerland.
"Ja," Switzerland said, massaging his abdomen. "I will be fine."
Australia winced as he sat up. "Get everyone up," he ordered.
"Wat?" Belgium stared at Australia in disbelief.
"I have an announcement." Russia and Luxemburg were roused with gentle slaps and Kumajirou's sobs were silenced.
"Instead of waiting for them to come to us," Australia said, "I think it's time for us to finish this."
I don't know.
A/N: Sorry, there's not much to say for this chapter! Let me think . . .
Queens, New York is one of the most diverse places in the world.
Typing is very hard when you're. (Typign is very harid when your're tired.) See!