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vixen-chan. · Jun 27th 2014

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~ NorIce ~
With careful fingers, Norway gently tied the bandages into a small knot to keep them in place over his little brother's wound, his eyes emotionless yet inside him he was so confused on what to feel. Lukas was jumbled with concern, pain, anger, and at the same time frustration. What happened this time was that Denmark got a little too drunk, and from this, he accidentally steered his axe into Emil, with Finland and Iceland being the only other ones home at the time. It really made Norway ticked over, though Iceland had assured him it was fine.

"...Lukas." The soft, cool voice brought the blonde's attention to the younger nation, whom stared right back with those determined, lavender orbs. He slowly brushed a hand across his brother's cheek, and it caused Norway to shiver at the new touch as Emil gave a thin smile. Of course, he didn't show his smile too often to others. But when alone, he would show it to his older brother without a single thought pulling him back.

"You know, you shouldn't be so worried. It's only Matthias being Matthias," Emil told him, which caused Lukas' eyes to flicker with a hint of deepening concern, and instead of switching it back it only grew. "Lukas, you're an idiot."

A deep, stifled laugh escaped the older nation, leaning his head towards his little brother's neck and nuzzling there, his arms slowly curling around him and he nuzzled his head into the warmth that came from his neck. To Iceland, it was a laugh of magic, and it made his pulse pick speed. Warmth spread across the white-haired's cheeks, and his arms embraced his lover in return.

Lukas mumbled gently, the deep voice breaking Iceland from his temporary, dreamy trance of replaying that simple laugh over and over in his laugh, listening it over like music, "I'm not an idiot. I just get worried for you, I thought it'd be simple enough."

Gently, there were smooth, warm lips against Emil's forehead, so soft. Emil felt warmth radiate from the spot, and as Lukas removed his lips from the younger one's forehead, it felt so lonely and cold without. Furious at what his brother had caused, he pushed Norway against the wall.

"Hey! You can't just do that and leave!" He burst out without thinking, and this causes the velvety, magical laugh to leave Norway once more. This makes Emil flush red, and his older brother wrapped his arms around Emil's waist, tugging him closer.

"Fine..." He murmured, laying down on the bed in the room, dragging his lover into his arms as he did so. With that, Emil only turned redder, but he enjoyed the heat that came from his brother's person. Cuddling closer, his deep blush died off, and his head nuzzled into the broad, well-toned chest of his lover. Luckily, they were the only ones home and that brought both of them great happiness of not being interrupted of their cuddling moment.

"I love you, Emil..."

The younger brother lifted his head, opening his mouth to respond when a loud shout blocked him from speaking right after the sound of the front door being swung open.

"NORWAY, ICELAND~! WE'RE HOME!~"

"A-Ahh...Matthias, not so loud." Finland's voice said, trying to remain cheerful but his voice wavered.
Spoke to soon about the whole "not interrupted thing".

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[size=28pt]~ Romano x 2P!North Italy ~
Romano gave a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead as his brother blabbed on and on about what he's been doing with Germany and Japan lately, but the word he keeps hearing over and over is "Germany". "GERMANYYY~~". Ugh, he should probably make that his alarm clock, so he could actually wake up in the mornings a little easier. But then again, Spain would most likely get upset when Romano ends up breaking the damn thing.

It was hard to ignore Italy, in all honesty. Feliciano couldn't help but blab on and on about things. It was just his nature, him being a social butterfly and a coward. Lovino let out a sigh, rubbing his head as he tried to comprehend what to occupy his mind with in attempt to shut his brother's words out. But nothing was really working.

And then Spain came to his rescue. For once.

"Ah, Veneziano! Germany called and said he needed you over right away!" The brunette appeared at the doorframe, giving a sad smile over to Feliciano. "You should probably get going, si?"

"Oh, right! Thank you very much, Big Brother Spain!" With a happy smile, he jumped up from his chair. "I'll be off now. Goodbye, Big Brother Romano!" And he headed off with Spain following.

Thanking the heavens for what just happened, Romano sped into his room with a relieved sigh. Flopping onto the bed, he rubbed his head as he felt it pound with a headache. He groaned, rubbing his cheeks and head all over in attempt to make it go away.

"Ciao, mio caro amore." A deep voice mumbled from the shadows. (Translation - Hello, my dear love.)

Flinching from the suddenness of the voice, Lovino lifted his head to see none other than Luciano leaning against the wall, playing with a knife in his left hand, looking right back at Romano with those bright red eyes.

"W-What the hell do you want?" He grumbled to Luciano, who gave a dark laugh in response, walking over to his lover.

"Come maleducato, how rude. Can I not see my lover as I please? I'm happy that my annoying other is gone." He put away the blade that was in his hand, and the mafia leader leant down to Romano's head, kissing the soft, exposed cheek.

Lovino shivered with delight, but refused the urge to press closer to the murderous man he loved. Luciano sat down on the edge of the bed, and this caused Lovi to scoot over as if to offer room for his lover. And he obliged, curling up against the green-eyed Itallian.

"Did you miss me, ragazzo?" questioned the "Another Version" of Lovino's brother, leaning his lips against the smooth skin of Lovino's warm jawline. (translation - boy)

Hesitating, South Italy nodded and this causes a more slender smile to touch the counterpart's lips. "But...there is something wrong, my love..."

The warm, gentleness in Luciano's eyes had disappeared to a dark, red pit of rage. This caused Lovino to fear of what happened next. "Yet you've been too close to Spain! What did I tell you, idiota? I'm the only one that can have you!"

Not letting this continue father, fearing of another "Game" with knives in the equation, he pulled the counterpart by the tie, pulling him into a deep, loving kiss, and he felt his lover instantly relax.

"Mi dispiace, amore ..." Lovino murmured, pressing a smooth hand against Luciano's cheek as he slowly parted the kiss. A small, beautiful smile touched the tanner, red-eyed Itallian's lips. (I'm sorry, love = translation)

"Kiss me again and we can pretend it never happened, Lovi." And so, he did.

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sadcupcake · Jun 27th 2014

[font=times new roman]Dot// Looks like Matt's gonna beat the living crap out of Allen with that trophy. XD

vixen-chan. · Jun 27th 2014