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Some hours later, Denmark brushed himself down before crossing the room and heading up the creaking stairs to where Iceland was sleeping. Iceland's room was small, the roof sloped, and its wooden door was open only just a crack. He pushed it open and crossed over to the bed, intending to check on the boy's state.
Sitting himself on the mattress next to his still sleeping charge, he placed a hand on Iceland's forehead to check its temperature. He drew his hand away quickly, frowning. Despite his name and his icy disposition, Iceland had always been warm, but the poor thing was definitely suffering from a very high temperature. Slightly disturbed by Denmark's actions, the boy turned over, mumbling and coughing slightly in his uncomfortable, feverish sleep.
Denmark's breath caught in his throat. Iceland was so small, so cute, so helpless like this, without his sharp tongue, odd sense of humor and his arguments that seemed to explain away everything from lost money to his superiority in pretty much any field. It brought him back to the old days when he could pamper his "younger brothers", when they relied on him for his help. Gently, Denmark brushed the hair away from Iceland's sleeping eyes, smiling at the furrowed brows. There was something of the boy's older brother in him. Not only their chilly attitudes or odd senses of spiritual perception, but in their general auras. It was halfway between protectiveness and love, he supposed, and Iceland had grown up so well -- just as his brother did.
He smiled at the thought of Norway. Ahh, he couldn't sit here admiring Norway's little brother's fevered face. It just wasn't right - to go about fantasizing about your lover's younger sibling - even if it he was probably just as much an older brother to Iceland in action as Norway was in blood. He sighed. Iceland had been his responsibility too. Maybe he could play around just a little bit, get a little back from the care he'd given. He leaned down and kissed the boy's forehead, the flushed cheeks - brief kisses that lingered lightly but barely felt. He drew a hand down Iceland's back, feeling the warmth of his body beneath the light shirt. He made the most delightful noises, he thought, when he did this -- he wondered if he could go just that little bit lower, and when he would wake up....
Ah. there the moment was: "D.. Dan.." Iceland coughed, sitting up slightly, rubbing his eyes blearily - still half in a stupor.
"Shh," Denmark said, smiling, placing a finger on the boy's lips and snaking his other hand around his waist. "I'll make you feel better soon..."
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Rough lips brushed against his and he opened his mouth to let denmark explore -- unthinking and half believing it was simply a dream brought on by his fever. He gasped a little as his shirt was carefully pulled over him and dropped to the floor, exposing him even further to the cold air, the blankets Norway had so carefully tucked him into as he shivered cast to the side.
"Dan...." He whispered breathlessly, "what are you..."
"Don't worry about anything," Denmark's face was reassuring in the dark as cold fingers wrapped around his hardening erection. Iceland gasped. "I told Nor I'd take care of you.."
Denmark worked his way down Iceland's body, tracing a pattern of kisses in time with his strokes. He liked the way Iceland twisted and gasped as he moved his hand. He was starting to warm up himself, wondering just how he would go about taking care of that, when the boy pressed himself up against him, drawing him back up again and fumbling with the fabric of his shirt and trousers. Unzipping himself, he took only brief moments away from the boy to undress before climbing in and pulling the covers around them.
"How are you feeling, Island?" He whispered teasingly.
Iceland's breaths quickened, "... Danmörk," he whispered, "I don't know what you're playing at.. but... If this is a dream--" He hooked his leg up against the Dane, jerking it down and bringing their hips together. Feverishly, he grabbed the other's hand, not knowing really what he was doing, moving by instinct that Iceland barely understood, and brought it down between his legs to rest against his rear. "You better make it a good hallucination."
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The next morning, Denmark got up early and cleaned what he could while Iceland slept. When Iceland did inevitably wake up, he greeted Denmark as if nothing had happened, showered, ate only a little before taking his medicine, and promptly fell asleep again on clean sheets soon after. Denmark then proceeded to tidy the rest of Iceland's house dutifully, just to make up for everything.
Denmark felt a headache and a sore throat coming on. He was pretty sure he knew why, and he would have kicked himself for his foolishness if it hadn't been quite as good as it was. He hoped that Norway wouldn't notice, that Iceland wouldn't tell -- from what he remembered (and he remembered well), the boy was far more daring and far more compliant than he'd expected. He put it down to his condition.
As he poured himself a cup of throat-soothing tea in the mid-afternoon, the key turned in the lock and Norway entered. He looked around suspiciously without saying hello, making sure everything was in order. Denmark held his breath.
"... Good day." Norway said, finally, as Denmark exhaled noticeably, placing the warm drink on the counter. Norway's eyes narrowed.
"I'm so glad you're back!" Denmark smiled and gave Norway a hug, leaning in for a kiss, before being stopped square in the forehead by a strangely cold hand. "Wait." Norway said, looking at the cup of tea on the counter, "What are you drinking..?"
Footsteps on the stairs caused them both to turn, and Iceland descended, yawning with his shirt open, displaying a vivid pattern of very distinct red marks. He greeted them both, throwing a look at Denmark before turning to the counter and taking the mug of tea.
"Takk fyrir, Danmörk," he said, "Last night was pretty good."
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Denmark didn't think Norway would ask him to go on sick duty again for a very long time.
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... Ahh, I tried. I hope you like it.
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"Explain away everything from lost money to his superiority in pretty much any field" kolkolkol...
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