Iceland hated hospitals. Well and truly hated them.
And it was for unexpected reasons. It wasn't the lingering scent of sickness and death that fuelled his detest, but the prospect of getting better; living again.
Because he knew that was exactly what was not going to happen to his brother.
Barely a week ago, Norway had been in perfect condition, and was just his regular, albeit emotionless, self. But a sudden, unsuspected bombing of Oslo changed that. It shouldn't have happened. Norway was neutral, he wasn't part of any war, and now he was paying for his neutrality in the most devastating way.
The steady beep, beep, beep of the heart monitor was the only thing that told the four Nordics that their brother was still alive. Yet, as each of the beeps started to stretch themselves out, they realised they were nearing the end of this Kingdom of Norway's reign.
The older three, Denmark, Sweden and Finland, were seated in the room, the Dane with his chair pulled up to his dying lover'