Author's Note: Here is chapter three! As usual, no characters but Wegener belong to that this one is so short (I rushed to get this one up for everyone to read) Thanks for reading! I hope you like it. :)

For such a small kid, Wegener sure had a set of lungs on him. He woke up screaming only three hours after falling asleep. Iceland winced, having had his ear not five inches from the little nation. It took all of his effort to pull himself up in bed, and pull Wegener up against his chest as well. He hummed and rocked the little kid (not that it was helping) all while trying desperately just to stay awake. He liked his sleep. It was easy for him to fall asleep and very very hard to wake him up. He kept nodding off only to slump over and pull himself back awake again, even with the screaming child. Ugh. Why wasn't this working? Wegener couldn't be hungry yet, he just ate.

It only took another few seconds to find out why. A prick of pain pierced Iceland's side and an ache spread through his muscles. Volcanic activity: something Iceland had become far too familiar with over the past few weeks.

Norway's words echoed in Iceland's head:

"It'll keep growing though," Of course the only way for Wegener's island to grow was through volcanic activity.

"There are still some aftershocks to come, but they're not too bad." Not too bad for Iceland, who was both hundreds of miles away from the initial volcanic activity around the island: only feeling the far-reaching aftereffects, and older with a much higher pain tolerance. Wegener was a kid getting the full impact of whatever volcanic dish the world had cooked up this time. For him, he must have felt like his heart was exploding. The name 'Wegener' suddenly seemed like a cruel joke

Iceland was wide awake now, rocking Wegener back and forth a bit too forcefully to comfort, doing all he possibly could to help. He knew the truth though: he was completely useless in this situation. He could do nothing but watch. He remembered waking up in the same condition years ago, when he was still under Norway's care. Norway had once said he felt horrible when Iceland was 'sick' like this. He hadn't understood why at the time. After all, it was Iceland who had been in pain, not Norway, and that wasn't anyone's fault. Did he ever understand it now though.

At least then, Norway had been able to talk Iceland through it all, and Iceland could talk back. Wegener couldn't tell Iceland exactly what was wrong, and couldn't understand a word Iceland said if he tried to comfort him. Iceland was stuck with just rocking him back and forth and rubbing circles on his back.

Somehow, Iceland managed to hear a light knock on his bedroom door over Wegener's screams.

"Come in," he muttered, preoccupied. Norway opened the door and entered the room, looking a bit tired but otherwise unphased by the screaming. "Sorry to wake you up."

Norway shrugged and sat on the floor by Iceland's bed. "Thought you could use some help."

"I've got it."

Norway raised an eyebrow. "Then why is he still crying?"

"Volcanoes," Iceland put simply.

"Ah." Norway looked down at the ground, only then realizing that Iceland himself was breathing heavily, also affected by the volcanoes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Iceland couldn't deny that he was a little insulted that Norway had asked about him and not Wegener. Iceland felt the little guy's head. What in the-! The kid was burning up!

"Take him for a minute?" Iceland asked Norway.

Norway nodded, not questioning what Iceland was doing, and took the crying nation from Iceland's arms.

Iceland padded down to the bathroom, searching through the medicine cabinet for the familiar thermometer. He didn't have to search too long for it. After all, he'd needed it a lot about two weeks ago.

Wegener's temperature ended up reading 106 degrees F and 41.1 C. Iceland's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw the number.

"Nor!" He said, panicking now.

Norway shook his head at Iceland. "Relax. This is a nation who is also a volcano, not a human child."

"Yeah but-" Iceland struggled to breathe normally at a new thought. "His island was created in a day. Who's to say it won't destroy itself in a day as well?"

"Relax. He'll be fine," a new voice said. Iceland turned to see the source of the voice: Denmark, as well as Finland and Sweden, were standing in the doorway to the room.

Great. Three more people to judge how badly he was doing on his first night as a brother. In actuality though, they were studying Iceland's worry. Iceland was normally so calm and placid. To see him the exact opposite on him was… well it was honestly creeping them out a little bit, but it also showed them how much Iceland cared.

"You don't know-" Iceland started to say, stopping when Denmark put a hand up. "If you're really worried, why don't you go get a cold washcloth? It'll cool 'im off."

"Right," Iceland muttered, turning to hand Wegener back to Norway so he could get him the washcloth.

"Can I?" Finland asked from the door tentatively, holding his arms out for Wegener.

"Ah… sure I guess." Iceland tucked the still-screaming nation into Finland's outstretched arms, holding onto him a bit longer than necessary just to make sure that Finland really had him before leaving to get the washcloth.

When he got back, Wegener was silent, though awake, in Sweden's arms. Sweden looked as stern as ever, but… different. Was he smiling? No. Maybe it was his eyes that were a little softer.

Iceland was glad that Wegener wasn't crying anymore above all, but he couldn't deny the fact that he was a little disappointed that he hadn't been the one to sooth Wegener. Clearly, the volcanic attack was still going on. Iceland could feel it slightly himself, and Wegener's little blond eyebrows were scrunched up in discomfort.

"He's doing better?" Iceland asked, walking over to Sweden and putting the cold washcloth over Wegener's forehead.

" A 'lil b't."

Iceland grunted in acknowledgement and took a seat on the floor a few feet away, listening to Finland whisper about how cute Wegener was.

Wegener's eyes then met with Iceland's, and he immediately began to fuss again, pushing his way out of Swedens arms, all while making grabbing motions in Iceland's direction and letting out strings of baby-babble speech riddled with raspberries.

Iceland smiled and took Wegner into his own own arms, who snuggled into his chest before showing the first signs of drowsiness.

"He really likes you," Finland remarked.

"Yeah." Iceland was smiling now, but ended up yawning at the end of his reply.

Norway could see that neither of his two little brothers had a chance in the world of getting through the next fifteen minutes while staying conscious.

"Alright guys, let's go. Let them sleep." Norway said, herding the other Nordics out with a chorus of hushed 'goodnights'. Before closing the door behind him, Norway took one last look at his brothers. Both were already asleep on the floor: Iceland on his back, and Wegener on his stomach on top of Iceland's chest, sucking his fist.

"Finland," Norway called down the hall.

"Joo?"

"Get your camera."

Author's Note: I hope you liked this chapter. Once again, sorry it was so short. I wasn't sure if I would have a lot of time to work on this in the upcoming days, so I had to rush to publish this chapter. Either way, the next chapter should be published by the end of the week. As usual, thank you to everyone who has followed and favorited, and a special thanks to PianoKeys4 and .143 for their encouraging reviews. If you review, please let me know anything you would like to see in upcoming chapters, as well as any criticism so long as it is kept constructive. In the next few chapter (or if not, then one of the next few) the other nations will see Wegener at a world meeting and naturally want to claim him for themselves. :) Thanks again for reading!