Norway pulled Iceland closer as another crash sounded. The boys sobs were all that could be hear for a moment before the yelling picked up.

This was almost a nightly occurrence, but something the brothers could never get used to. Denmark and Sweden's fighting was so bad to night, even Norway wanted to cry in fear. He didn't though, holding it in so as not to worry his brother.

The blonde whispered empty promises, telling the younger everything was going to be okay and there was nothing to worry about, even though he wasn't sure himself.

In the dark, the door to their room opened. A thump from the floor above them assured the Norwegian it wasn't either of the eldest Nordics. Instead Finland came inside. Norway looked up and saw his friend's eyes were filled with worry, much like his own probably were.

The Norwegian moved over a bit and allowed the Finn to join him and his brother in the bed. Being together made them feel a lot safer. They wrapped their arms around each other with Iceland between them.

Slowly, the violence in the household died down leaving the room silent aside from the silver-haired boys soft crying.