Alright, so here's chapter...7 I think? Sorry it took so long, I've been without internet and traveling a lot. As usual, the only character that is mine is Wegener. I had an idea for where I wanted this story to go, but I'm finding it's not working as well as imagined, so if you have a request for a chapter pleeeeeeeeeeeease let me know; I'm running out of ideas! Anyhow, I hope you enjoy chapter 7!

"Wegener!" Iceland darted out of his hotel room wearing some wrinkled-mismatched clothes he had thrown on last-second underneath his brown coat.

"What. The. Heck are you doing Iceland?" Denmark said, stepping out of his room across the hall.

"Wegener's gone," he panted.

"What do you mean he's gone? And keep your voice down. It's five in the morning!" All of the Nations were gathered for another world meeting, in Russia this time.

"Says the person yelling," Norway muttered, stepping out of his own room. He looked like he'd actually had time to make himself look like he didn't wake up 30 seconds ago. "What do you mean he's gone?"

"I don't know!" Iceland hissed, running a hand through his hair.

"Calm down. He couldn't have gotten far," Norway said calmly as Denmark left to go get Finland and Sweden from both of their rooms.

"Calm Down?" Iceland asked, trying to focus on warding off a headache, although he knew it wouldn't work. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He loved Wegener of course, but he had been driving him up the walls lately.

It had only been just over a year since Iceland found him, but Wegener already appeared to be about about six years old. Despite the occasional mispronunciation, he could talk very well. Not only did he talk well, but he talked back…a lot. His latest outburst had been about not going to the world meeting. He was allowed to be at the first one because the meeting was about Wegener. But not since then. Wegener wasn't really a nation with citizens yet. Therefore, he'd have to wait with Sealand and some of the other micronations.

But this time? This time he'd gone too far. He said he was running away, but Iceland didn't think he would actually do it! How often did kids actually do that?

" Are 'y sure he's n't hid'ng 'n the room?" Sweden asked, joining them. Finland followed, looking incredibly displeased with being up so early. Iceland nodded in response to Sweden's question.

"If he's not here, why are you still here?" England's question made them all jump.

"What are you doing up."

"You were yelling," England said nonchalantly. "Shall I help you look for the lad?"

"That would be very helpful, thank you," Norway said before anyone else could open their mouths. Iceland gaped. Had he forgotten that it was England who had his sights set on having Wegener as a colony?

"Lets go then," England said.

So they all went, with Iceland grumbling under his breath. His little brother ran away in Russia, who had stated on more than one occasion that he'd be happy to 'take Wegener off his hands,' and looking for him with England, who was still thinking about taking over the little island.

"Did you see a little kid walk out?" Finland drowsily asked the receptionist.

"Ah yes, he left about a half hour ago."

"And you just let a little kid out in the middle of the night!?" Iceland lunged for the front desk, held back by Sweden and Denmark. The receptionist froze eyes wide, looking on the verge of tears. Iceland stopped, sorry for a moment. But seriously, who lets a six year old out into the snow in the middle of the night?

"Come on Icey, we're just wasting time."

Iceland let out a breath through his teeth but followed everyone else outside and left the receptionist. There was snow outside, and a lot of it, but it appeared to have stopped snowing a few hours back and there were kid-sized footprints dotting the snow. Well, more like holes than footprints. It looked as though half the poor kid's body had sunken into the snow with each step.

"Well it looks like it'll be easy to find him," England remarked. They all continued down the trail of 'footprints' in silence.

"What's that?" Finland asked Norway suddenly, who was holding a cup in his hands.

"Coffee."

"Give me-" Finland hissed, reaching towards it as Norway pulled it away. Their bickering continued for several minutes. Iceland closed his eyes. They might finally push him over the edge with this.

"Hello you two? Bigger problems here," Denmark called. Iceland looked up. the snow on the path had given way to hard, non-footprint carrying ice…right before a fork in the sidewalk they were on.

Iceland let out a frustrated groan. That. Was. It. Just when he felt like he was going to snap once and for all, he felt a hand on his shoulder, more so keeping him in place than comforting him. He looked over, no, up to see Sweden.

"Calm d'wn Icel'nd. W'll just split up." He looked back for a moment at the bickering forms of Norway and Finland. "Best split th'm up too." Iceland nodded.

In the end, Sweden, Finland, and Denmark went one way while he, England, and Norway, went the other way. Both paths went through a section of shops and stores that were closed at this hour.

"Iceland. Just calm down." Norway said as they searched the streets.

" I AM CALM!" Iceland yelled, fists clenched by his sides. Both Norway and England stared with identical expressions.

"Iceland? What's up?" Norway asked again once they were a distance away from England. He was lucky if Iceland ever opened up to him at all (which he had been doing a bit more often lately when Wegener was involved) but knew there was no chance of squeezing any emotions out of him when someone he didn't know well was around.

"What's up? Wegener's gone."

"Well obviously."

Iceland sighed. Norway wasn't going to let this go, was he? "Fine. Wegener's gone and it's my fault."

Norway raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

"He- we got into an argument last night when I wouldn't let him to the meeting tomorrow, well I guess it's today now, and said he would run away, but I didn't think he'd actually do it."

"But he's not allowed in meetings yet, and most kids don't follow through with that threat."

"I know but...it's been like this witheverything. We can't go an hour without an argument and- I- what if I'm just not a good brother?"

Norway smiled at the sidewalk as they walked, shaking his head.

"Stop stressing out so much. He's a kid. Kids don't like rules."

"Yeah…" Iceland said, trailing off. Norway studied him for another minute. He knew Iceland hated it when he pried these things out of him, but he couldn't help it.

"What else is wrong?"

"Nothing! I'm not a little kid anymore, you don't have to check up on every detail of my life you know."

"You're still my little brother. What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Iceland!"

Iceland groaned. "What if… what if he declares independence or something?"

"Iceland, he's six!"

"And technically only a year old. He's growing up too quickly. People will start moving there soon and even if not now,someday-"

"Look. Iceland. Just- calm down. Contrary to what you may think, you are not the only one in the world with these worries."

Iceland almost wished the two of them were human. Humans went to school, and left home at a very predictable time. Nations didn't. Humans also normally stayed in touch and on good terms with their kids after they left. It often didn't turn out so nicely for nations. Plus, nations were taken over by new nations. Humans didn't have to worry about that.

"..Did you worry about that? With me?"

Norway was silent and for a minute, and Iceland thought he must not have heard the question, but then he heard a quiet "yes."

"...Oh. Sorry."

Norway shrugged. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"And after a while, losing a colony really isn't so bad," England chimed in suddenly, making them both jump. Apparently they hadn't been out of earshot. Iceland raised his eyebrows, but nodded anyway. He and America still bickered a bit at the meetings. "America and I are actually on better terms than it seems."

Suddenly, they heard a whimper. Surely enough, Wegener was sitting there on a bench, hugging his knees with his eyes squeezed shut.

"Wegener?" the three of them ran over, and Iceland sat next to him, pulling the kid into his lap. "Come on buddy, open your eyes." Wegener just squeezed his eyes closed tighter and coughed. He was shivering violently and was soaked from the snow he had trudged through, which was now freezing again.

England came over and Iceland stiffened. "Relax," England said, sounding slightly annoyed now. "I'm not coming to take him, I'm coming to give him this." He kneeled down to Wegener's level and wrapped his coat around him. Norway and Iceland quickly did the same.

"Let's get him back to somewhere warm." Iceland muttered, carrying him back down the path.

"Iceland?" Wegener asked, cracking his eyes open.

"Right here."

" 'M cold"

"I know. We're going back now." Wegener was shivering less profusely. Iceland didn't know if that was a sign of him warming up, or if it meant that hypothermia had set in to the extreme. "Just hang in there." Sweden, Finland, and Denmark would just have to find them on their own. They didn't have time to go looking for the three. Wegener would be an ice statue if was out here much longer.

After a good doctor's visit, Wegener was swaddled up in blankets with a hot chocolate in his hands back at the hotel. Iceland, by doctor's orders, was staying 'home' from the meeting to keep an eye on the little guy, and Norway was staying with him until lunch.

"You feeling better now Wegener?" Norway asked.

"Mm-hmm," he replied, hot-chocolate foam all around his mouth.

"Are you?"

Iceland didn't even realize Norway was talking to him until he looked up to two faces expecting an answer.

"Uh...yeah I guess."

"I promise you're not doing as badly as you think you are."

"Key word: as." he muttered.

Norway gave Iceland that look that said he wanted him to say what was bothering him. Not this time. Iceland had been sharing a bit too much about what he was thinking in his opinion. As much as Norway was enjoying helping Iceland, some things Iceland just didn't want to talk about. But maybe he was right. Even England had stepped and told Iceland he was doing fine as a big brother and to stop worrying. Easier said than done, but maybe everything really would be okay.

I hope you liked it. Chapter 8 will be up within a week hopefully. Thanks to everyone who read, favorited, followed, and reviewed. Thanks to my latest reviewers:RyleeWyatt, Transformers' BABY, animeduchess14, Pfft, and Miss Akiyata. (If I forgot your review or misspelled your name just let me know). Reviews are appreciated and constructive criticism welcome!