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( Christmas Reveals )
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Iceland trailed miserably behind England as they ascended the stairs to the older nation’s office. Through the mullioned windows he could see the English countryside encased in an eerie white. The snow, which fell constantly, coated the ground until it was over a foot deep, and diamond-like icicles hung from the grand architecture of England’s manor house. It had been this way for nearly a fortnight and England was in a right foul mood about it. The extreme weather had made Denmark and Iceland’s travel across the sea difficult, but it was a journey that Denmark was adamant they had to make. Iceland was glad for the company.
England opened the door and pulled Iceland inside. But it wasn’t his office. They were in his bedroom. Iceland froze as he watched England remove his jacket and toss it aside. As children, Finland and Norway had told him once about how the Axis and Allies conducted their fiscal business, calling it a ‘financial gang bang’. This tale of an all-out sexual orgy, which somehow transferred economic power among the participating nations, had terrified the youngster and he was sure that his brothers had been playing a trick on him. Now, standing before England’s bed and watching him loosen his tie, he was not so sure...
England dragged a high backed wooden chair into the middle of the room. “Take your jacket off,” he said as he opened the drawer of his dressing table. Iceland quickly obeyed. “Now strip from your waist down. Boots included.”
Hot tears welled in Iceland’s eyes as his trembling fingers lowered his trousers. Part of him wanted to scream out to Denmark but another part told him he didn’t want Denmark to see him like this. He tugged at the hem of his shirt, hoping it concealed his shame but knowing that in a few moments it wouldn’t matter.
England grabbed him by the elbow and pulled him over to stand behind the chair. “Reach over and grab the seat of the chair.” Iceland froze, mortified.
“I-I’m not tall enough ...” he whispered.
England grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and shoved him roughly over the chair. His palms hit the seat, but it meant he was standing on his tip toes. His shirt had lifted up and Iceland started to swallow back tears of frustration.
“Pathetic” scorned England. “I hope we reach an agreement soon so I don’t have to continue watching your pitiful display.”
A leather gloved hand pulled his chin up to look at England. He was surprised to see him still fully dressed. Then he noticed the nation was holding a thick cane. Fresh tears pricked at Iceland’s eyes. Sweden had once caned him years ago and he’d found it humiliating and degrading. He thrust his head down and stamped a foot in frustration.
THWACK! Iceland reared up and yelled as the cane struck the back of his calves. “You will keep in position at all times! Do I make myself clear?”
“Y-yes... sir,” he breathed.
England slid the cane slowly up Iceland’s legs, coming to rest it on the younger nation’s exposed backside.
THWACK! The cane struck hard across his pale cheeks and Iceland sobbed with broken breaths. He wanted to arch his back, to kick, but was deathly afraid it would enrage England more.
THWACK! Iceland’s toes curled as he struggled to keep his feet on the ground, his head shaking in shame.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! The cane struck Iceland’s reddening backside repeatedly, leaving heavy welts as the younger nation could do nothing but sob with gasping breaths. He dared not cry out, fearing England’s fury.
THWACK! When England finally spoke, it was in a surprisingly calm voice. “The Icesave Bank made representations to countless British citizens.” THWACK! “It made them believe their deposits were secure.” THWACK! “But were they?”
Iceland continue to sob with raking breaths.
THWACK! “I have asked you a question! And I demand an answer! Were the deposits secure?” England repeated.
“N-no...sir,” whispered Iceland.
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