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[APH] Family Secrets 1/4

Summary: Occasionally, the ancient nations are able to visit their descendants. What happens when Ancient Scandinavia visits his descendants, and a certain disturbing secret is revealed?

Author's notes: Okay, this is my first fanfiction, and I know it still needs a lot of polishing. This story came about after spending several months reading through posts on the Kink Meme. I can't point to any specific requests that it fits, but it did influence parts of my headcanon. This story was partially written to work out my headcanon and to get in the habit of writing before Nano, so there are some digressions, but for the time being I'm leaving them in. Also, I used the name Scandia for the father of the Scandinavian countries, and I saw that name somewhere on the Kink Meme and kind of borrowed it. I don't know who came up with it.

Warnings. This story contains references to child abuse, and also mentions of past Mpreg. Some of the abuse is actually shown, as well. The final warning. I used an online translater for some of the foreign languages used in this story, although I also used my Scandinavian phrasebook, and a couple of other sources.

Disclaimer: Oh, and I don't own anything except the plot of this particular fanfiction.

Family Secrets

There have been stories told about what happened when Rome and Germania visited their descendants. Less well known are the events that occurred when Scandia paid a visit to his kids. This may have to do with the fact that a long held secret was revealed.

It all started on an ordinary enough day. It was about a month after Rome and Germania had shown up to begin their visit, and Germania had come up north to attend a family dinner with his nephews.

After dinner, the family had gathered in the living room of Sweden and Finland's house. Sweden's adopted son, Sealand, had gotten out a video game and talked Iceland into playing it with him. While the two youngest members of the family played their game, the others enjoyed the opportunity to visit with each other.

"Your father's coming to visit next week," Germania said.

That got the attention of the two younger members of the family. They paused their game, and Sealand started to ask a bunch of questions, such as why this was the first time he had ever heard of his grandfather.

"We sp'nt m're t'me w'th G'rm'nia th'n w'th 'r f'th'r," Sweden explained to his son.

It took a few moments for Sealand to mentally translate his father's speech and ask his next, quite basic, question, "Why?"

"F'th'r l'ft 's w'ith G'rm'nia 'ft'r 'r m'th'r di'd."

This statement was followed by Denmark and Sweden both sharing several stories from their time with Germania. These stories were new to at least the two younger members of the family, as they were more used to hearing stories from the Viking Era.

The stories were interesting, in that they showed just how much the modern countries had been together as children. Since none of them had really been nations yet, these incidents were not an official part of their history, and yet, there were things that had happened back then that mirrored things that would happen later. That helped to make the stories especially interesting.

"Of course, the two of you got into just as much trouble as the other kids," Germania pointed out. "I'm not at all surprised by what you got into when you were a little older. Although, some of that was your father, too. He was the seafarer in the family, after all. The two of you may not have spent much time with Scandia, but you are still his sons."

"You mentioned that your mother died," Iceland commented, referencing a comment from the beginning of the storytelling session. "So, who was my mother?" The others rarely talked about their parents, so he had not really thought of this before. At one point, before the DNA test, Iceland had actually thought he wasn't related to any of the others at all.

"I didn't even know Scandia had a fourth son," Germania answered. "He never mentioned that he was involved with anyone, although . . . he was reluctant to leave, so he may have known he was leaving behind a child that he would not get to see grow up."

"Y' sh'ld 'sk N'rge ab'ut th't. H' w's th' 'nly 'ne 'f 's th't our f'th'r act'lly ra's'd."

"Then why do you never talk about him?" Iceland asked his older brother.

"There was never really a reason . . ." Norway answered, with his usual lack of noticeable emotion.

"Come on, Nor. You must have some interesting stories about the time you spent alone with our father."

To an outsider, there would appear to have still been no change to Norway's usual expressionless visage. But the other four Nordics knew him well enough that, had any of them been paying attention, they might have caught a flicker of some emotion in his eyes, which disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared. If any of them noticed, though, none of them commented.

"Nothing ever happened," was the only reply he gave. He stood up from the chair where he had been sitting. "I have an early meeting with my boss tomorrow." And he left before the others could say anything to stop him.

He knew that it had been rude to just leave like that, but couldn't take anymore of their questions. After all this time, he couldn't let the others find out the truth. Of course, once their father arrived next week, he probably wouldn't be able to hide it anymore.

Norway didn't have far to go to get home, as he lived next door to Sweden and Finland. He was about halfway across the yard when he noticed someone was following him. A little on edge from the things he was remembering, he turned around quickly and then relaxed when he saw that it was just Iceland. His relief quickly faded when his brother spoke.

"What is it you don't want us to know?" Iceland asked.

Why did this have to the one time that Iceland decided to actually speak to him. They rarely spoke to each other about anything, at least, not the way their relationship indicated that they should. Neither was really the talkative type, though. Of course, this issue was something that Iceland would decided to press, though. The boy was kind of the family historian, as all written records of the Viking era were in his possession. In fact, those books were Iceland's national treasure. So, of course he would not let a mystery that involved the family history go unsolved.

But, Norway didn't want to lie to his brother anymore than he already had. And he had only two ways to answer the question that Iceland had asked earlier that night. He could tell him the truth he had kept concealed for several years, or he could make up an actual lie. Neither of those options was very appealing. "Island, . . ." His voice trailed off, and he looked away in the direction on his house.

"Don't I have a right to know who my parents are?" Iceland asked.

"Island, you're better off not knowing." Norway answered, still not looking at his brother. In the shadows, in was impossible to tell if there was an expression on his face, but his voice didn't quite have its usual monotone. "Just . . ." He seemed to be considering whether or not to say anything more. "Just promise me that you will be careful while our father is here."

"Why? Are you afraid I might take away your position as his favorite?" Iceland was beginning to get angry at his brother's reticence. "That's what this is about, isn't it? He gave you special attention because you were the youngest, and now you're afraid that I'll take that away."

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Island."

"I would if you would just tell me what it is you're hiding!"

Norway didn't say anything, and still refused to look at his brother. He could no longer maintain his usual non-expression, and he did not want to risk Iceland seeing the emotion on his face.

"You almost never say anything to me except to ask me to call you by some childish nickname that I am too old to use! Why do you even care what I call you, it's not like you ever talk to me or anything. You talk to nonexistent creatures more than you talk to me! It's like you're some kind of freak of nature or something! And I wish I wasn't related to you at all!"

Silence fell after Iceland's outburst, and neither one made any move to break the silence, or to walk away. Some moments passed, while Iceland waited to see if he would get some noticeable reaction out of his brother. Part of his regretted what he had said, but another part of him was still angry.

Norway was keeping his emotions in check by sheer willpower. The wall that he usually kept his emotions locked up behind had been broken down by that night's events, and he knew it would only get worse the next week. But he would not let himself break down in front of his little brother, and certainly not when they were still so close to Sweden's house. He couldn't be sure that the others would not observe his breakdown, and that would just raise more questions he did not want to answer.

"I am afraid that you might become his favorite," he whispered, the tremor in his voice more noticeable now. "But not for the reason you think." With that he turned and walked to his own house, leaving Iceland standing alone at the edge of Sweden's yard.

When Norway reached his own house, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, turning on the light closest to the door as he did so. Then, he locked the door behind him, and bolted it as well, so that even the members of his family that had keys would not be able to enter his house. Then, he walked into the living room, where he collapsed on the couch, and finally surrendered to the tears he had been fighting to keep at bay.

A week passed and the day of Scandia's arrival came. None of his kids had contacted him directly, and all arrangements had gone through Germania. It had been arranged that the family would get together at Sweden and Finland's house, as that was where most family get-togethers ended up being held. It just made sense, since two of the members of the family lived in that house. They sometimes got together at the other houses as well, but only rarely. Norway and Iceland both tended to keep to themselves when not forced into attending family get-togethers, and Denmark was likely to go off drinking with his friends (England and Prussia usually) or something and forget he had company. Therefore, it just made sense for Sweden and Finland to host the get-togethers.

The rest of the family was already present when Scandia arrived. He greeted his three older sons first, before being introduced to the others. There was nothing particularly worth noting about Scandia's greeting towards his two older sons. Then he turned to his third son, Norway. Scandia walked across the room to his son and embraced him. Norway's expression didn't change, although a look of what might have been apprehension appeared briefly in his eyes. Scandia whispered something that none of the others heard and then released his son and stepped back, his attention turning to the other three people in the room. "And who are the new members of the family?" he asked.

"M' w'fe, F'nl'nd, 'nd our s'n, S'l'nd."

"I'm not a wife," Finland protested, as usual. Also as usual, his protest was ignored.

"So, you married the kid from next door," Scandia commented. "And your son looks a lot like Britannia's youngest kid."

"We adopted Sealand," Finland explained, before anyone could explain that Sweden had bought Sealand on e-bay. Buying a kid kind of a gave a bad impression.

Scandia excepted the explanation, and then turned his attention to Iceland. "So, you must be my youngest son. Germania mentioned that you were with the rest of the family now. I was hoping they would find you."

That was the first thing Scandia had said that didn't quite make sense. They already knew that Germania had not previously known that Iceland even existed. If Scandia had been so worried about his fourth son behind found, then why hadn't he told someone about the kid before he left? However, it wasn't that big a stretch to assume that he might have told Norway, since Norway was the one who had found Iceland.

The days of Scandia's visit gradually passed mostly uneventfully. It had pretty much been decided that while he was there, his kids would show him around their countries. He hadn't been around since the early Middle Ages after all, and a lot had changed in that amount of time.

For the first day they all just stayed at Sweden and Finland's house in the alternate dimension where all of the countries had their houses. Of course, they had houses in the real world too, but they found the alternate dimension to be the most useful for dealing with each other, as countries that bordered each other in the real world had houses next door to each other in the alternate dimension. Countries which were separated by bodies of water were only across the street from each other. There were paths that followed the borders between some of the more surrounded countries, and some countries had their property completely surrounded by fences. Some only used fences on a border with a country they did not have the best relationships with. Since the Nordics all had good relationships with each other, the borders between their houses were pretty open. About the only parts of their property that were fenced off were the places were Norway and Finland had borders with Russia. No one wanted an open border with Russia (except maybe Belarus).

For their homes in the real world, all countries had houses or apartments in their capital. That was where they usually stayed when they had any kind of extended business with their boss, although the portals between each countries home in their alternate dimension and the real world always led to their capitals anyway. Even if their capital changed, the portal somehow changed with it.

Anyway, after a day spent at Sweden and Finland's house, they left there and went to stay at their house in the world. Since they had already been at their house, it seemed like that was the logical place to go next. (By the way, Finland did have his own house in both the alternate dimension and the real world. He just chose to live with Sweden because they were in a relationship. And with their countries being so close, it was easy to go back and forth if they needed to. There were even two cruise lines that went back and forth between their capitals every day and night.)

As time wore on, some of the members of the family seemed to notice that something didn't seem quite right. Their father always seemed to try to be around Norway, and Norway made no obvious attempt to make Scandia leave him alone. This surprised the older siblings somewhat, as they were beginning to tell that something about their father's presence made Norway uncomfortable, but he never said anything. However, they always found some way to explain it away, even as signs that something was wrong began to add up.

It wasn't until they started discussing whose house they were going to next, that the others really noticed that something was wrong. Although he never came out and said so, it somehow seemed clear that Norway did not want their father to go to his house.

The others also noticed that Norway always seemed to watch whenever Scandia was around Sealand or Iceland, especially if none of the other adults in the family were present. And he seemed determined to make sure that Scandia was never alone with the younger members of the family.



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