[closed] Too Bright...

[mystisk_norge]

Who: Norway mystisk_norge , Denmark yndigt_land , Iceland til_himnarikis 
What: Norway waking up with one hell of a hang over and a sore back.
When: Backdated to April 24th, Evening
Where: The Infirmary
Warnings: None at this time

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[til_himnarikis]

As they waited for Norway to awaken, Iceland had almost fallen asleep himself. It was now mid evening and the only thing keeping him awake was his anxiety and the unease and perhaps slight jealousy he felt about leaving Denmark pretty much alone with his brother if he let himself drift off. Having tucked in the puffin toy next to Norway, he sat watching it as if it was a guard over his brother, substituting the fact that under the Dane's watchful eye, he couldn't slip (innocently, he assured himself) into the bed next to him, or hold his hand.

When Norway stirred and spoke up, Iceland brought himself back to attention. "It's been a few hours." He immediately answered, half getting up to check on his brother before looking back to see how Denmark would respond. He spoke softly but in a torrent of questions, knowing that Norway probably wouldn't answer them but asking them anyway out of necessity. "Dan and I waited here. What happened? Are you okay..?"

[yndigt_land]

Unlike Island he hadn't slept at all, his mind replaying his argument with Norge. Why did he get so upset? How could he treat Norway that way, in this place where they all were weak and felt so unhappy? And after what Norway had gone through in the war; surely he still had wounds, they all did, and how could he be mean to Norge after such a thing? Denmark beat himself up repeatedly in his mind, letting his fingers slide up his temples to clotch tightly at the unruly blonde strands before relaxing his grip -- only to do it again each time he felt stabbed with guilt and unhappiness

[mystisk_norge]

When Iceland spoke he returned his gaze to the younger nation, listening carefully to his words. It hadn't been too long after all then. Though really with a hang over like that he wasn't too opposed to just going back to sleep until the bright lights over head no longer intensified the pounding within his skull. Questions had to be answered, he supposed, and he didn't want Iceland to worry about him. Denmark on the other hand could worry all he wanted

[til_himnarikis]

Iceland shifted slowly over to his brother's side as he explained his situation, his brow furrowed a little in worry despite his brother's reassurances. Norway certainly looked tired, and if he hadn't been eating and sleeping properly, and then decided to drink, it was no wonder that he ended up in such a bad state. Despite the fact that he knew very well that his brother simply needed to get the alcohol out of his system, he couldn't help but worry. There had been a fight, after all, and that was never good whether you were sober or drunk.

Looking back towards Denmark and noticing the strange expression on his face, he ignored it and edged a bit closer once more, reaching out to take Norway's hand.

"Are you sure, Nor...? " he asked softly, turning back to his brother, "that you'll be okay..?"