He jolted up from his dream
Title: He jolted up from his dream
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Iceland, Norway, mystery country
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Comments: this is one part of my fill for the Nordic Jul Fest.
He jolted up from his dream
The oppressing heat laid on him like a blanket. Iceland rubbed his eyes for a long time, hating the weakness that had set into his limbs. He turned wearily to look to his side and sure enough, Norway had not seemed to have moved much during the night. He was horribly gaunt and his eyes had a sunken look about them. He'd have to drink something - and Iceland too - but how, he could barely lift his arms -
He struggled to a half-sitting position and a sharp, painful cramp in his middle made him double up. He found some power in his muscles surprisingly fast as he stumbled towards the shed-like building in the back of the garden.
Coming back he laid a hand on Norway's forehead. For a long while he stood there not quite remembering what he was trying to do, until he realized it did not matter: he himself was running such a high fever that he could not trust his own estimations to Norway's temperature.
If only it weren't so hot! Iceland poured a glass of water for himself and drank slowly. A split second after that he was on all fours, throwing up what little had been in his stomach. He cursed aloud, hating the jolt in his voice that made it sound like he was almost crying. He wasn't going to. He couldn't let this get to him. He crawled to the side of the room where he had left the rag the last time this had happened and somehow miraculously succeeded to mop up his own mess without falling into it even once. He went to the well outside to wash the rag and his own shirt and the coldness of the water soothed him just a little bit. Shivering, he returned to the room. Someone was sitting on his bed.
It just had to be true
It could not be true
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Iceland, Norway, mystery country
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Comments: this is one part of my fill for the Nordic Jul Fest.
He jolted up from his dream
The oppressing heat laid on him like a blanket. Iceland rubbed his eyes for a long time, hating the weakness that had set into his limbs. He turned wearily to look to his side and sure enough, Norway had not seemed to have moved much during the night. He was horribly gaunt and his eyes had a sunken look about them. He'd have to drink something - and Iceland too - but how, he could barely lift his arms -
He struggled to a half-sitting position and a sharp, painful cramp in his middle made him double up. He found some power in his muscles surprisingly fast as he stumbled towards the shed-like building in the back of the garden.
Coming back he laid a hand on Norway's forehead. For a long while he stood there not quite remembering what he was trying to do, until he realized it did not matter: he himself was running such a high fever that he could not trust his own estimations to Norway's temperature.
If only it weren't so hot! Iceland poured a glass of water for himself and drank slowly. A split second after that he was on all fours, throwing up what little had been in his stomach. He cursed aloud, hating the jolt in his voice that made it sound like he was almost crying. He wasn't going to. He couldn't let this get to him. He crawled to the side of the room where he had left the rag the last time this had happened and somehow miraculously succeeded to mop up his own mess without falling into it even once. He went to the well outside to wash the rag and his own shirt and the coldness of the water soothed him just a little bit. Shivering, he returned to the room. Someone was sitting on his bed.
It just had to be true
It could not be true