Super Psycho Love

"Say that you want me everyday

That you want me every way

That you need me

Got me trippin' super psycho love." - Super Psycho Love, by Simon Curtis

Warnings: Dub-con and slight abuse

It was 1905.

Days before, Norway had peacefully* resigned from the Swedish-Norwegian Union. This left Iceland as the only personification under Nordic control. Denmark was proud of this, but also insecure. How long would it take for Iceland to also try for independence? It was only a matter of time in Denmark's eyes.

But that didn't mean that Denmark wanted to let Iceland go.

Smirking cruelly as he stepped onto Icelandic shores*, Denmark made up his mind: he was going to make his limited time last as long as possible.

Iceland was jolted from his accidental slumber at the sound of incessant knocking on his front door. He'd fallen asleep doing late-night paperwork again… Glancing at the clock as he made his way to the unexpected visitor, he wondered who would bothering him at this hour of the night.

Opening the front entrance, Iceland mentally facepalmed and realized that he should've known earlier – no one other than the King of Annoyance* himself stood at the threshold, fist poised over the door to knock again. With a devilish smirk plastered on his face and a murderous spark in his eye, Denmark let out a maniacal cackle from his chapped lips.

"Let me in, let me in, Icey."

Shocked by Denmark's unusually psychotic demeanor, Iceland conceded to the Dane's request and further opened the door. It wasn't as if he'd had a choice.

The man practically owned him, after all.

As the Icelandic teen readied the shot glass and aquavit he'd saved for occasions like these, Denmark stopped him.

"Now, now, there won't be any need for that. I merely came to talk about nation-ly things. Pardon me for wanting to be sober while we discuss topics of importance."

"If you only came to my house to talk, then why did you want to do it at this hour?"

At this, Denmark cocked his mouth in a fashion that was now familiar to Iceland, and the expression on his normally jovial face screamed insanity. Denmark seemed to be reveling in some sort of an inside joke, and Iceland didn't like it all. "Well, I know that your aides usually stay here until about 6 or 7, and I wanted to talk to you alone."

And alone he was, as even Mr. Puffin had gone to a geothermal retreat for the night. As dread began to pool in his gut, Iceland started to regret ever having opened his door.

"Why do you want me alone?" Iceland nervously asked.

"Oh, you'll see in a bit." Denmark plopped himself into Iceland's loveseat, gesturing for Iceland to sit across from him on the couch. "But for now, let's just talk."

"Yes, um, well what did you want to talk about?..." Iceland sat as directed, flushing in anger. In the years of being Denmark's charge, never once had the Dane pulled rank on him like this. Maybe as nations, sure, but as people they had always been civil towards one another. Yet, right now, Denmark was ordering him to sit like a dog. Earlier, he had even rudely invited himself in. Iceland, however, kept his anger in check, as he didn't want to provoke Denmark further. Although he wasn't quite sure what had provoked him in the first place… Maybe –

For the second time in less than 10 minutes, Iceland was pulled from his thoughts by Denmark. "Y'know how Norway left Sweden?"

Iceland nodded. Of course he knew, that had been the cause of all his extra paperwork. But why –

Oh. That what had Denmark on edge. But Norway and Sweden weren't really Denmark's business, figuratively anyways. So why was Denmark so upset about it? Could it be that –

"I came here to make sure that you wouldn't do the same to me."

Iceland paled. His eyes widened as a memory from years past popped into his head – Sweden warning Iceland of Denmark's odd moods and desertion issues. Sweden had given Iceland some good advice: when Denmark's disorder finally appeared to go in remission,* as it tends to do every few years, try to keep everything as stable as possible. The calmer Denmark's surroundings were, the less likely that disease was to rear its ugly head.

The flashback took only a second to process, but Iceland had at least figured out what Denmark's trigger was, as well as the finger laid upon it. Abandonment and the imminent threat of it didn't sit too well with Denmark.

No wonder the usually cheerful man had flipped moods. It must be like a dangerous switch inside him.

Scooting to one side of the loveseat and patting the empty space next to him, Denmark called to Iceland. "Come sit next to me, Icey."

Iceland complied, and flushed harder, this time out of embarrassment, rather than anger.

Denmark's long arm immediately encircled the boy's slim shoulders. The Dane's other hand cupped the underside of Iceland's chin, forcing him to look into the handsome man's face. Iceland tuned one shade darker, but it was different than before – Iceland was painfully reminded of his crush on the man before him. Denmark always knew how to cheer Iceland up, and out of the comforting Iceland had begun to grow feelings of deeper affection. However, since Denmark had shown up with that dangerous look upon his countenance, Iceland hadn't once thought of his awkward, unrequited love for the older man. The crush had been pushed aside by fear.

"Iceland. You wouldn't leave me, would you?"

Had Denmark asked any time before now, Iceland wouldn't have dreamt of it. Being owned by Denmark was probably as close as the two were going to get. But Iceland could see the insanity in the other's eyes – if he said no, he'd be lying, but he'd also keep the Dane calm.

So he lied. "I wouldn't even think of it."

The blonde softly sighed in contentment. "Good. I'm glad."

Sensing that the danger had passed, Iceland squirmed slightly, beginning to grow uncomfortable with their proximity. Denmark remained oblivious. "Say, has anyone told you that you look like your brother?"

Iceland stiffened. He really didn't like where this was going… Apparently his senses had lied, because Iceland could now see the rabid fire return to the older man's eyes tenfold.

The arm on his shoulder inched upwards to tease his silver hair before sliding down to rest on his lower back. The hand cupping his chin gradually made its way down his slight frame, brushing his groin – at which Iceland shakily whimpered at the slight touch – and sliding under his lower thighs. With barely any effort, the Dane slid the teenaged boy onto his lap. Denmark leaned forward, and whispered huskily in his ear. "Norge and I used to have…fun back in the day. I'm sure that you and I could do the same thing…"

With that, Denmark roughly seized a fistful of hair at the nape of his neck and crashed his lips to Iceland's.

Blushing furiously, Iceland tightly shut his eyes to quell the oncoming threat of tears. He had wanted this for awhile, indeed. But he had never wanted it like this.

'But who am I to discriminate?' he thought. 'No one ever pays me any attention. Why should I turn it away when I'm finally granted with it?' He began to tentatively return the kiss.

It may not have been the way he wanted it – he'd imagined his first kiss, his first time, to be much more gentler – but he'd wanted it. Desired it.

And he wasn't going to turn such an offer down.

When Iceland awoke atop a snoring Denmark the next morning, he ached in so many ways. His back was sore from sleeping oddly. His rear end felt like it had been split in two. Bruises littered his body at seemingly random spots, save for the two dark hand shaped marks on his hips.

But worst was the mental ache. Half of his mind screamed in anger at having been violated, humiliated, and dominated so mercilessly, repeatedly. Yet the other half of his mind purred contentedly, happy at having been paid attention to. Even if Denmark had yelled Norway's human name everytime he came. Because attention was good, which meant that their new deal was good, right?

Right?

AN: So hey, long time no see. I kinda forgot about this...but then I remembered all my epic followers and shit, and then this baby popped out. In one sitting. Looks like these chapters are finally lengthening, right? 1400 words...

Notes:

* According to wikipedia, they peacefully resigned.

* Denmark came by boat, because of the time period (no planes?)

* King of Annoyance = pun on King of Nordics

* remission - I tend to think that disorders affect natins differently (ALSO: I based the bi-polar disorder off of my own experiences, so it is not perfect.)

Also, love fades, so that's why in present day Iceland doesn't care too much about Denmark boffing Norway.

I can kind of imagine this happening to Canada, since he's all ignored.

Review, please? I'm desperate.