Whelp. This is it. The final chapter

A shock-filled silence gripped the Nordics, but it didn't last. Someone had spotted them lurking about the place and called the police. The four hurried from the building, just as the cop car pulled into the abandoned parking lot and an officer hollered at them to stop. Did they? No, they're the Nordic Fi- four, they don't stop for anyone, especially when one of their own is in danger. No one payed the officer any mind which then resulted in a high-speed chase through suburbia.

"My boss is going to kill me," Denmark whined as he looked in the rearview mirror.

Naturally, the others couldn't care less about his whining. Iceland was too busy calling random turns in an attempt to lose the officer. He eventually succeeded and the sirens faded in the distance as Denmark pulled into an empty alleyway and turned off the car.

"So…" Finland began, looking around, "Where are we?"

And for the second time that evening the Nordics were left speechless. Iceland on the other hand felt his throat constrict as angry tears stung the corners of his eyes, his teenage temperament getting the best of him.

"Well, I'm sorry I don't know where everything is! It's not like this is my fault for believing a stupid hoax!" Iceland snapped at Finland, the stress of getting lost and his boss wanting him back home the next morning going to his head. The shortest Nordic looked taken aback, his violet eyes slightly wider than normal, mirroring the expression of everyone else in the car.

"Forget it…" The youngest mumbled, realizing that he was acting childish and instead focused on pouting in the passenger seat. Like that was any better.

Choosing to ignore the youngest member's outburst, the older three exited the car and waited for Iceland to eventually join them. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, Iceland emerged from the car and followed the other Nordics down the road to search for a sign as to where they were.

Darkness was all Norway knew. Pain was his best friend, and fear was his lover. Every waking moment that passed down in the basement, the weakened country feared that the worst was about to come. His gaze lethargically swept the small, damp room. It was brighter now that Jared had been kind enough to change the burnt out light bulb. He had been in the dark for several days before he did. Norway figured the man thought of it as some type of twisted torture. But it didn't work. The country had long since passed his breaking point and he was numb to what the man came up with next. All he felt was pain. Even the tortures themselves had become rather dull.

Norway was shaken from his thoughts when the door opened, flooding the room with a brighter light from the upstairs. Jared walked down the stairs a mug in hand. The older man sat on the stool in front of Norway and smirked at him.

"I've got a present for you, Lukas. If you tell me how to undo my curse, you can have it. If not…." Jared paused, taking out a small bottle, "Let's just say this will kill a normal human, but cause an immortal like you great suffering. Sort of like what you've done to my family."

Blue eyes, void of any emotion met Jared's smug ones. Norway understood now. Jared had thought he'd won, well, now it was time for Norway to turn the tables.

After a while of straining to find his voice and the energy to form words, the country was finally able to rasp a one-word answer, "F-fine…"

Jared leaned forward expectantly, wanting a detailed answer from one who was barely able to keep his eyes open. Norway's gaze landed on the mug, before he solidified his resolve. Looking Jared directly in the eye, defiant as he could be given his current situation Lukas told him the truth, "Your condition… not… me… 'ts genetic-" Norway's victory was short-lived as he fell victim to a coughing fit due to his dry throat. He tasted blood as he coughed, but he'd much prefer that as to what had happened next.

Dumping the contents of the bottle into the mug, Jared gave it a few swishes before forcing it down the northern country's throat. Norway coughed as he downed the contents of the beverage. It burned due to how hot and how it assaulted his dry throat, but it also burned from whatever Jared had mixed in the coffee. Coffee, that much Norway was able to tell, but it was horrible and only stayed in his stomach for a few seconds before it came back up again, his body violently rejecting the sudden presence of acidic coffee and questionable substance. The country could only whine as his stomach acid seeped into his wounds since he didn't have the strength to move much, he had vomited on himself, worsening the wounds that he had already sustained.

Seemingly pleased with himself, the older man turned and left the country in his basement. He locked the door behind him and strode into his living room. He had to do some planning for the local boards he was on, after all, it kept them from suspecting that he had someone locked up in his basement. It was around noon so all he had to do was a little planning and maybe a few trades in the Oslo exchange- after all he was betting that the market would continue its spiraling downturn and with a country locked up in his basement he could ensure he'd become wealthy.

The man worked a good few hours, until about six when he decided it should be about time for dinner so he could head to a pawn shop after hours. He ate, savoring every bite even more so when he remembered the starving country in his basement. So, he moved there and ate in front of Lukas. It was rather uneventful as the blond man was too weak to do much else besides sit there so Jared finished his dinner in silence and cleaned up his meal. He grabbed his item he was taking to the pawn shop- a golden hairclip that seemed to be a communications device- and was about to head out the door when he heard knocking. Quickly, the man hid it in plain sight and answered the door.

The remaining Nordics had been walking around for hours, looking for a street sign, notable landmark- anything- to tell them where they were. But they only succeeded in becoming more lost. It was becoming dark, their phones were dead, and they had forgotten where Denmark had parked the car. They had even tried setting off the alarm to try and find their way back by sound, but they were too far away. The current situation lead to four very tired, grouchy, and hungry Nordics looking for someone to let them borrow a phone. And to not stumble into the wrong neighborhood to be shot.

It seemed that their bad luck was lifted when they approached the house of a portly older man with wispy grey hair. He was rather charismatic and allowed the four into his home to use his landline. Denmark took it upon himself to strike up a conversation with the man.

"So, Mr. Wolf-" Denmark began in a rare show of politeness only to be interrupted.

"Please, call me Jared young man." Jared responded.

"So Jared, you wouldn't happen to know of any missing persons?"

"No, I'm afraid not, I don't really watch the news." Jared responded, oblivious to the murderous look that Sweden was giving Denmark for being so blunt.

"Oh," The crestfallen Dane responded, having gotten his hopes up and being disappointed that he couldn't cause his Swedish brother standing in the corner more social awkwardness due to the serious nature of his chosen small talk topic. Silence filled the room only to be replaced by Finland speaking to a taxi service in an attempt to get himself back to the hotel room with Iceland since the latter of the two had to leave in the morning whether he wanted to or not.

The youngest Nordic was ignoring the conversation that his idiot older brother was having in favor of snooping a little. After all, who wasn't nosy? What he wasn't expecting was that his snooping could make him happen upon his brother's hairpin. His eyes widening slightly, Iceland glanced over to where Denmark was having a lively conversation with Jared while Sweden looked on, hidden from Iceland's view from a wall. The small country swiped the hairpin and put it in his pocket.

Iceland, on the other hand was more than happy to leave the house which took Finland by surprise. After everyone had made their arrangements to leave and Finland and Iceland were settled in the taxi and about to begin their trip back to the hotel the Finnish country brought up his observations.

"You seemed pretty eager to leave Mr. Wolf's house." Finland began carefully, still bitter from being snapped at earlier.

"I'm hungry and I want to go home." Came the curt response.

"I do recall that you threw a temper tantrum about not wanting to go home a mere few hours earlier."

"Shut up."

"No."

Iceland looked over at Finland, not sure where this conversation was going anymore, he always became nervous when Finland became confrontational. Typically, he was the peace-maker of the Nordics, but the silver haired teen figured that Norway's disappearance had brought out something different in them all.

"I know that's not the whole reason as to why you wanted to leave. You were fidgety, and refused to look at Mr. Wolf. You seemed… wary of him." The older of the two continued, narrowing his eyes slightly as he glanced over at the younger country. But Iceland didn't meet Finland's calculating gaze. It was almost too much for the poor country. He wanted his brother back and he hated the world for not helping, and that man seemed like a perfect scape-goat for him.

Iceland bit his lip before thinking of a fake answer to respond with, but Finland saw through it. They were almost back to the hotel, if only Iceland could stall for long enough he could go to the police and tell them what was really on his mind. Or better yet, what he'd found. Now, if they believed him or not was an entirely different story. But, he'd be able to help his brother and he didn't want this wild goose chase to go on any longer.

The more he thought about it, the more Iceland realized his logic was flawed. It felt like a life time had passed, but in reality, Finland had only been waiting for a matter of seconds for a real reasons from the youngest Nordic.

"He…I…" Iceland stuttered, unsure on how to begin, knowing that if he said anything now he'd be questioned for it later. Quietly he continued, "I recognized him from the meeting we had and I snooped around a little and found this" Iceland pulled out Norway's hairpin, the little communications device blinking with the unheard messages. "… I know it's probably just coincidence, but shouldn't-" Iceland was suddenly flung into the door as Finland ordered the taxi driver to go to the nearest police station.

Denmark's phone rang just as he had returned to his room, escaping an angry Sweden who was wanting to kill Denmark after spending an entire elevator ride with him to the top floor of the hotel. Putting the dead bolt in, the blond haired man answered the phone, having noticed that it was Finland. "Hey Fin, how's it going?"

"We have a lead on Norja."

Those six words stopped the eldest Nordic dead in his tracks, his normally fast-paced mind coming to a screeching halt. His brother might be rescued by the end of the evening, Iceland might not have to go home, and Sweden might be too preoccupied to exact revenge. But, most importantly, they might have just found Norway.

"Where should I meet you?" Denmark asked as he left his room and hunted down Sweden who was at the bar drinking his sorrows away, having lost hope on finding Norway. Denmark grabbed him by the back of his shirt as he dragged the rather irritated man out to the new rental car his boss had given him after lecturing the Danish man on losing the other one.

Denmark drove like a madman, nearly getting a speeding ticket several times and running countless red lights. Sweden was in the passenger side with a deer in the headlights look about him as he witnessed Denmark's reckless driving was more aggressive than normal. Sweden knew better than to ask and just assumed that it had something to do with Norway, he just hoped that he was wrong in fearing the worst.

The two arrived at Jared's house, surrounded by cop cars and ambulances, to find the police dragging the man from his house. Jared was spitting and cursing, blaming the police and the other Nordics for getting in his way. Denmark hurried up to an officer and asked for his brother. The officer merely nodded in the direction of the ambulances, one for an officer who had been shot by Jared and one for Norway.

Iceland was by his brother, sobbing his heart out as he took in Norway's condition. On a normal day he'd be embarrassed by the show of emotion, but this was no normal day. Today was the day that he could have very well lost his brother. The shaking teen soon found himself in the embrace of his eldest brother.

"He's going to be okay," Denmark assured him, but Iceland couldn't help but notice how shaky the older man's voice was. It was enough to doubt Denmark's words, but one thing that remained for certain was that Norway had been found. He'd been found alive, but they had no way of knowing if that would last.

"We need to get him to the hospital." One of the paramedics said, approaching the reunited Nordics.

They nodded and unanimously agreed that Iceland should ride in the ambulance with his brother. Iceland, on the other hand was too emotionally drained to do much else other than comply with what everyone wanted. However, being with his brother was something he wouldn't trade for the world right now and so, he got in the bus and held Norway's IV laden hand as they were sped off to the hospital.

It was over, Norway had been found.

Thank you to all our readers for being patient with us and our (namely my) crazy schedule. This was a wild ride and a bit of a venting mechanism for me when things got really rough and stressful (Kind of like now, but I'm working on original content) Thank you to all followers and reviewers, especially those who begged for this fic to not die. So it didn't. I want to call out LoopyLeafy who left a review that made me laugh so hard, I couldn't not work on a new chapter. Thanks for everything and thanks to Sterling for being willing to write this with me

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