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Another chapter is here for youuuuuu

My mom's coming to pick up my stuff so I figured I'd better upload it now...

IMPORTANT: Okay not really... But since some people asked me to make a bad ending to this story, that's exactly what I'm gonna do ^.^ So after this I'm gonna make a bad ending for you guys :) Why am I smiling about that...? O.o

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this new chapter :)

As quick as his legs could carry both of them, Lukas brought Mathias downstairs. He held Mathias up around his waist and arm, by putting it over his shoulder. Meanwhile, Mathias shifted between consciousness and unconsciousness. ''Lay down here ok?'' Lukas told his friend when they finally reached the couch. Mathias nodded lazily and sank down on the couch, his eyes half closed.

''You're going to be fine,'' Lukas mumbled, more to himself than the other person in the room, ''I promise.''

The Norwegian man managed to push the couch in front of the still burning fire in mere seconds and made his way upstairs again in what seemed like an even shorter time to grab a blanket, a pillow and a first-aid kit.

Calm down, Lukas. You can do this, just calm down.

He took a deep breath to clear his mind a little and sprinted down the stairs again to find Mathias in his unconscious state again. Maybe it would be for the better, so he wouldn't have to feel the pain when his friend would rinse his wounds. Gently, he sat Mathias up straight to lay his head down on a pillow and spread the blanket out over his soaked body afterwards.

''I'm going to take care of you, Dan,'' he whispered, while reaching in the first-aid kit for bandages and something to disinfect his wounds with. He found the bandages easily, since they were big and easy to spot, and put the rolls down on the table to continue searching for antiseptic wipes or liquid. He was pulled out of his focus by the doorbell.

''Norge, I know you're in here! Let me in!"

It almost got hard to recognize Emil's angry voice, since he never spoke like that. Usually, he was so very calm and even a little shy.

Lukas ran to the door to reveal his younger brother, with a nose so red he could have lead Santa's sleigh, standing on the front porch. His pushed Lukas out of the way and got inside. He didn't even notice Lukas' soaked clothes.

When he turned around, his eyes seemed to be spewing fire. ''I swear, Lukas, if you're not going to tell me what happened, I will-''

He was cut of by his older brother, who placed a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet.

''Listen, Emil. I'll tell you everything, but right now you need to shut up and help me out a little,'' he explained. His voice had a sharp edge to it that made Emil, who had been screaming at him before, look up at him like a little boy who'd done something wrong. His brother nodded soon after. Lukas grabbed his arm and pulled him along through the hallway, mumbling something like: ''Don't bother to take off your shoes'' and ''I need you to be calm''. Emil agreed to all of it and soon they were both in the living room, Lukas with dripping clothes and Emil with a runny nose.

''You should have told me,'' the Icelander spoke with a hoarse voice, staring at his brother's best friend on the couch. Just the sight of Mathias like that obviously upset him.

Lukas felt like he could only nod in agreement, but he managed to speak after all. ''I know, Emil.''

While the older brother walked over to the couch again to help his friend, Emil decided to let it all sink in. He knew something had been off when the Dane slowly lost his ability to smile through every day. He knew something was definitely off when he even turned down alcohol and went for water instead while they were celebrating a national day in one of their countries.

Lukas knelt down in front of the couch and gently pulled Mathias' hand out from under the covers. Emil felt like he could pass out any second when he witnessed what the Dane had done to himself. This just didn't make any sense. It wasn't like Mathias to do this. Mathias was a happy person with a bouncy personality, who loved to help others and often put anyone else's need in front of his own needs. He never judged anyone, but always offered them kindness and the strength they needed. All those years ago, he might have been a viking. He might have hurt people who had done nothing wrong, even Lukas. But he had turned around now. He had seen that taking his anger out on someone's face wasn't the path to happiness. So he helped them. He found his happiness through helping others, and it did pay off. As a country, a friend or even a stranger, he was loved greatly by anyone who encountered him. He had taken in countless stray dogs and cats, because they needed a home to stay until they could move into a household for the rest of their lives. Back then, he seemed stronger than ever before. His smile was brighter than ever and he seemed to enjoy life to its fullest. Apparently, nothing was really as it seemed.

''Emil,'' Lukas voice called out to him from the direction of the couch. The Icelandic boy snapped out of his thoughts, a little confused at first. ''Could you go upstairs and bring me as much blankets you can find?'' he asked the almost paralyzed Emil. The country, now turned into something resembling a statue, nodded and started moving towards the stairs. His eyes were duller than usual, probably a reaction to the initial shock.

When his younger brother had disappeared upstairs, the Norwegian man turned back to face his wounded friend to disinfect his wounds. ''Okay,'' he said to the still unconscious Mathias, ''This is going to sting a bit.''

With the greatest care he pressed a rag that had been soaked in water against the wound and dabbed it all over his wrist to wash away the blood. When all the blood had been cleaned off of his skin, he repeated the process, but this time with a rag that had been soaked in alcohol. Mathias had no reaction to it, which Lukas regarded as a little luck in a terribly unlucky situation.

''Almost done,'' he whispered when the wounds had all been disinfected properly. From the table next to the couch, that was loaded with books that had been read countless times, a big lamp and a few pictures, he grabbed the fluorescent white bandages.

Just when he had finished bandaging the wounds, his younger brother came speeding back into the room. ''Okay,'' he announced with a shaky voice, ''I found 2 other bankets… Ehm… I ehhh… I also brought another pillow, some painkillers and more bandages.'' In his hurry he almost dropped all the stuff he held in his arms, but he manages to get it to the couch safely.

Lukas decided he'd have to give his brother a more heart-felt sign of appreciation. When Emil had dropped the pillows and blankets on a big chair in the room and set the other things down on a table, he pulled him in for a hug by his arm. Emil was very surprised at first, because his brother wasn't one to show this much affection, but he also felt at ease.

''Thanks Emil,'' the older brother whispered in his ear. ''Really… Thank you.''

''N-No problem, Norge..'' Emil mumbled against his shoulder. ''Where is this sudden affection coming from?''

His brother shrugged and kept him in his arm for at least 10 more seconds, before he escorted his brother to the chair.

''You need to rest, Emil,'' he explained and tucked him in with a few blankets. ''You're still sick and your temperature is running way too high.''

Emil didn't protest, since he knew his brother could be terribly stubborn. ''Tell me when he wakes up, ok?'' he asked, already half asleep.

His brother nodded and went into the kitchen to make himself a coffee while he waited for Mathias to wake up again.

So I decided to end it here, even though I wanted to make it a little longer and get to the end... But my laptop will be gone in 4 minutes, so I figured I could stop it here...

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