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A week ago it had been a ghost that would only appear at a certain time and could grant wishes if you stared long enough out of a window in the house. Iceland had stayed up for days trying to find the ghost. He had finally passed out exhausted once Norway had beaten Denmark into saying that he had only summoned the ghost and freed her.

Thor save them all, but now—Iceland was refusing to get in the bathtub. He wanted to scream, punch something, beat someone (preferably Denmark, because he knew it must be his doing).

“Get in the water.”

“There’s things in there and like they’re eat me.”

“There’s nothing in the water, Island. Just get in—you haven’t bathed in three days and you reek.”

The small child looked up and him and shook his head, pouting as he stood firm against the wall on the far side away from the metal tub that he had watched Norway fill with water. It was that that killed him the most. He had made Iceland watch him fill up the tub, and let him inspect it—but here the boy was, still claiming that there were demons in the water.

“They snuck in when you turned your back.”

“There’s nothing in the water,” he went to put his hand in it to prove the boy wrong but then—

Iceland was screaming and sobbing and pulling his hand away.

“Big brother! Don’t! They’ll eat you!”

“Island—shhh,” he sighed and sat on the floor, next to the tub, cuddling him.  

“There’s nothing in the water, Iceland, calm down…”

“But, they’re like…brother Denmark said they were there…” the small child buried his face in the crook of Norway’s neck, “And he said they would eat me…and stuff…and they’re there I saw em…”

“You didn’t see anything…nothing’s there.”

Oh yes, he was going to kill Denmark. But how? There were only so many ways in which to damage that man and his ego and his finding playing pranks on young children funny in some way. Didn’t he realize that it was ‘Norge’ who’d have to pick up the pieces after he tricked Island into believing some tall tale?

He sighed and then picked up a towel and dipped it in the water.

“See? This didn’t get eaten? So there’s no monsters in there.”

Iceland shook his head, “But—big brother,  it only eats flesh…”

Okay, he was going to hurt Denmark, seriously now.

“Fine then—.” He made as to stick his hand in the water only to have to deal with a screaming and crying Iceland again.

Okay, enough was enough.

“Denmark!” he shouted.

As if he’d been waiting to be summoned, the tall blond appeared with his trademarked smirk, “Hej—.”

He blocked Norway’s punch and then smiled down at Iceland, “What’s wrong, Ice?”

“The monsters…” the boy sobbed out.

“Ah, yeah, those,” he dodged a kick, “Like didn’t I teach you the spell to make em go away?”

“Don’t remember it….”

“Well, remember okay? It’s easy,” he stepped in close to Norway and placed his hands on his shoulders, “First you go—‘please stay with me while I get clean and protect me’, and then—,” he leaned forward and dropped a kiss on Norway’s cheek, closer to his mouth, “You do that and clap three times and bam! Protected for a bath.”

“I’m going to hurt you…” Norway mumbled as Iceland hurried over to him.

“Big brother, I gotta do that—then I can take a bath, okay?”

He sighed and then leaned down, “Make it quick…”

“Okay! Please stay with me while I get clean and protect me.” And then Iceland dropped a kiss on his lips, “Okay! I’m safe now.”

“Yeah, yeah, get in the tub already.”

He then stood up and glared at Denmark, “You’re dead later.”

“Looking forward to it,” the Dane smirked and then walked out of the room.