Is it to late to apologize?(Iceland)

[[x] Norway]

Norway had to think about it for a while...where has Canada been? Pushing that thought away as best as he could, the nordic man listened to Icelands other question of it hurting....why was he so curious? Did he have feelings for someone?

"Well....being on the bottom hurts a bit....but you have to be properly stretched first. Naturally the person who tops gets the most pleasure until the prostate is hit then its just.....heaven." Yes, he had been on the bottom MANY times to know what the prostate felt like when it was hit...he just hoped he wasnt scaring Iceland that bad.

[[x] Iceland]

"That's enough Norway. I don't want to hear about it anymore." Why did Norway have to explain it with so much detail? It had been a simple yes or no answer. This was crazy anyway, asking such a question. It wasn't like he was ever going to do something like that. Sure he had been curious, but he was never going to go through with it. Especially not now after Norway's little explanation.

With a light blush covering his cheeks, Iceland continued "Let's talk about something else, I don't like this topic." He pushed the pillow away from his face, but continued to hold it tightly. "I know, let's go the training area, you're getting soft with all this stupid love."

[[x] Norway]

Norway stood up and looked down at his little brother and offered him a hand. "Alright then, lets go then. Im getting rusty anyways." he said with a small smirk. It had been a while since he had last trained so practice would be good, especially if it was against Iceland. He raised the younger boy which included training, granted it was an unfair advantage but still.

[[x] Iceland]

Iceland reluctantly took Norway's hand and lifted himself off of the bed. They better not run into anyone, holding Norway's hand made him seem like a child that was lost. He most certainly wasn't lost, he knew how to get to the training grounds. He pulled on Norway's hand and headed downstairs, out the door, and into the training grounds. Looking around, there seemed to be no one there. Good, they had the whole area all to themselves.

Without asking Norway, Iceland started to state the rules. "We're not going to use any weapons, just fists. Whoever gives up first loses, and has to do whatever the winner wants them to do for a whole day. Deal?" He let go of Norway's hand and stretched out his arm towards Norway for his brother to shake. He wasn't going to lose to Norway this time, he was determined to win.

[[x] Norway]

Norway stayed quiet when his brother took his hand and took him to the training grounds. He liked holding Iceland's hand like this, it felt like the good old days once again....even though there was pretty much no way they could ever go back to that time....

When the two nordic's reached the training area, he once again stayed quiet as Iceland explained the rules. They were good to him. "Thats fine." Norway said with a small smile. He extended his own hand and shook his younger brother's hand.

[[x] Iceland]

After Norway agreed to his rules, Iceland quickly let go of Norway's hand. There was no need to continue being nice in a fight. He backed up a couple of steps, standing up as straight as he could and putting his left foot in front of the right. He balled his hands into fists and put them near his face, just enough below his eyeline so that he could see. This position should help him keep enough balence in order to stay standing up, and also put his hands in proper position to protect his face from most punches.

"Come at me." commanded Iceland, looking straight into Norway's dull blue eyes.

[[x] Norway]

Norway looked at his brother and smiled. His stance looked very good...but only one flaw. It left his stomach open for easy punches. Sighing a bit, he got into his own stance which was very similar to Iceland's except his right arm was closer to his stomach and the other was close to his chin.

Suddenly, he sprinted at his younger brother and punched him in the stomach. Speed was somewhat on his side but Iceland would also have speed, and his size helped as well. Norway was used to larger opponents and not smaller ones so he would also have the advantage, but then again Norway was more experienced.

"You were open." Norway said into Icelands ear as he backed away and got into his stance again.

[[x] Iceland]

"Damn it..." whispered Iceland as he bent forward with the force of punch, holding his left side, but for only a moment. He quickly took the pained look off of his face and pretended like he wasn't even hurt. It was getting harder and harder to hide his emotions the closer he got to Norway. He didn't want Norway to see how weak he really was. He realized that he needed much more practice, both with hiding emotions and fighting.

With an emotionless expression, he ran straight at Norway, not taking any time to see where exactly he was going to hit. An idea struck him just as he became very close to Norway. With his right hand, he threw a punch at Norway's face, not trying very hard to hit his brother. With his left foot, he hooked it around Norway's right leg and pulled his leg back, trying to make Norway fall over.

[[x] Norway]

Norway was familliar with this move and he tried his best to dodge it but he failed. Guess he was a bit rustier then he originally thought in the beginning....He feel back to the floor and landed on his butt...he was going to have a bruise....and not the good ones....

He quickly stood up again and quickly gabbed at Iceland's ribs and tried to not crack any of them. He was his older brother and having to explain how that happened wouldnt be the best thing in the world for Norway.