There was another blizzard, (name) was in a fettle position under the covers, she was trying to stay warm and overcome this nightmare. Blood was everywhere, her family had fought for her but they all died anyway, she ran bare foot in in her pajamas running to find anyone of her family that was still alive but everyone was dead. America, Prussia, England, Romania, Turkey, Sealand, everyone was dead. She ran faster to get away from the dead bodies, the further she got the worst it became, she started to see dead bodies of The Nordics, she stopped when she saw Sweden move a little, she ran straight for him, he looked up and reached his hand out the best he could she ran faster trying to reach his hand. Just as there hands were about to touch someone wrapped her arm around her waist and carried her away. She turned and saw it was a man she had never seen before.
"W-who, are you let me go, my Daddy needs me," the man just laughed, she looked down and saw a knife in his hand covered in blood, "That bastard isn't your daddy, I am!"
Tears ran down her face as tried to squirm out but it was too hard, "DADDY, SAVE ME, PLEASE, DADDY, GET UP!"
"DADDY!" (Name) woke up in her bed and looked around, she was in her room, she looked out the window, a lot of snow was falling, and she really wanted to see Sweden. She got out of bed and went to his room. Empty, her heart sank she remembered everyone went to another meeting. The only person that was here with her was….him. She just wanted to have someone to tell her it was just a dream but it looked so real. She had no choice; she exited Sweden's room and went down the hall all the way to the end. She reached for the door knob but stopped herself; his hurtful words rang through her head, she gave it some thought and decided she didn't need him to feel better. She just wanted to know why. She opened to door, and saw him sleeping, his grey hair in a bed head style. His back slowly raising with every breath he took. (Name) looked around and saw Mr. Puffin sleeping on the desk in his own bed. She slowly walked over to the man sleeping. She carefully climbed up on his bed and crawled over him, so she can face him. She just stared at him he looked so calm, flashes of his dead body went before (name) eyes. She shook her head trying to get the images of blood and death from her mind, but they were coming down hard like the blizzard. She lightly shook him, he didn't move. She did it again, but a little harder, he still didn't wake up. She had to call his name, "Iceland, wake up, please." He just slapped her hand away and tried to go back to sleep. She shook him with both her hands; he sprung up from his resting position to sitting upright.
"I-I couldn't sleep." He looked at her like she was crazy but still kept his angry face, he pointed to the door, "Get out."
"No." (Name) said firmly.
"Then I'll through you out," he grabbed her by the shirt, but she bit him.
"Ow, dammit that hurt you little brat."
"25 cents." He groaned and flopped back on his back.
"Why can't you go to Sve or Fin?"
"You expect me to walk Russia?"
"If it will get you away from me, YES," (Name) crossed her arms and sniffed, she noticed that she was still crying, and so did Iceland, "God, why are you crying?"
"Why do you care," she said wiping her tears away, but they kept falling, "Because if you don't tell you won't sleep. If you don't sleep I don't, so tell me then get out."
"Fine. I had a dream where everyone was dead, I was standing in their blood, and the man that did it said he was my real daddy and he took me away from everyone then I woke up, I got up hoping to find everyone alive and okay, imagine my disappointment when I only found you." Iceland looked just stared at her, her tears falling down her face the more she talked. 'I screwed up, was I really that mean to her?'
"Why do you hate me?" Iceland snapped back to reality, "W-what?"
"You said you hated me, why, I didn't do anything to you." Iceland sat upright and dried her tears, she didn't move or anything she was just surprised, was he being nice to her.
"I……I don't hate you, I never did, I was just jealous."
"J-jealous, o-of me?"
"Yeah, when we found you, you were just a baby. I didn't want to have a screaming, whining pooping thing around here, we have Denmark for that, but you turned out to be a pretty quiet baby, and I was okay with it, then you started talking. For a whole month all you said was Sve, it bugged the crap out of everyone. Then Norway started making you say 'big brother', that's when it all started. Norway used to make me say big brother, I never did but then you started calling him that and every time he would tell me, 'See why can't you be like that" or "She makes a better sibling than you." This sounds stupid but you took my brother away from me, and the worst part is when I actually wanted to hang out every one else they would say they were too busy or they had to take care of you. I was jealous because it seemed like to everyone you were better than me and I wasn't worth anyone's time."
Iceland buried his face in his hands, feeling embarrassed that he was jealous of an eight year old, and he just poured his heart out to an eight year old.
"So I took your family away?" Iceland didn't answer he just turned his head away, he let out a big sigh, he turned to her he grabbed her and put her in his lap and started rocking her back and forth.
"I'm sorry (name), I love you, you're my niece, and you're family."
"You know America says 'ohana' means family, and family never gets left behind or forgotten." Iceland smiled; he continued to rock her back and forth until she fell asleep. Soon the others came home and went to bed, Finland saw (name) wasn't in her room he went to ask Iceland and saw that they were both asleep, together. Finland fought back tears in his eyes, finally his wish had comes true, he had the perfect family.