"Where is big brother?" Iceland asked Denmark. Denmark tensed, then bit his lip. "H-he is just away for the time being..." the Dane whispered, feeling a wave of sadness overcome him, the thought of losing Norway, HIS Norway, to that bastard Sweden.
"Iceland, come here..."
"I will get your brother back. I will do anything to get him back, do you hear me? I promise you I will Iceland. Do you believe me?"
Norway leaned against the cold wall, breathing heavily. He was scared of thunder. No, petrified. A loud bang roared overhead, and the Norwegian tensed, tears sliding down his cheeks. Denmark had always comforted him when this had happened, and being in the Dane's arms had made him feel safe. Now he had no one. He was alone.
Suddenly, Norway heard the door open. "Norway..." Sweden's deep voice rung out, sending unpleasant shivers up and down Norway's spine.
Sweden reached out, and pulled out the golden cross barrette twinned in Norway's hair. "You don't need this..." Sweden muttered, "Because HE gave it to you...". The taller nation snapped the barrette, and threw the pieces on the ground.
"See Norway, you don't need him..." Sweden muttered, before leaving, slamming the door behind him.