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Before, he was walking around the street, trying to find the place Tino had told him to go. He was supposed to meet up with him and Berwald, but it seemed he was lost. Next thing he remembered was getting jumped, and a sack went over his head.

Groaning, Mathias rubbed his head and realized the space he was in was very cramped. His shoulders and head were leaning against the back of the space, and his legs were sprawled out, pushed against the other side. One was towards the top, while the other on the bottom.

He then realized there was something lying on top of him. His hand touched fabric and that’s when it hit him. There was another person in here with him. That person moved, fingers gripping the front of his shirt and pushing against him.

“Ugh, what the hell…?” The voice was a woman, and he knew exactly who it was. Her body tensed up and she started touching his chest.

“______?! Are you alright!?” Mathias felt for her, unable to see her because of the darkness. He ended up grabbing each of her thighs, but drew them away. She tried to get away, but due to her position, she only rubbed against him. “No, don’t do that.” His breath hitched at the sensation, though he forced it away.

“Mathias, what’s going on?”

She sounded desperately scared, and he grabbed her hand. “Calm down, it’s alright.”

Angry, she pulled her hand away and slapped him on the chest. “No! It’s not okay!” She snapped at him, her fear getting the better of her. There was silence, for the Danish man didn’t know what to say. She’s never yelled at him like that, not even when he had thrown her into the pool at Tino’s. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, smiling, even if she couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry about it. I know you’re scared. This was probably all Lukas’s idea.” At the name of the Norwegian, her body seemed to relax. Mathias’s heart sank, he knew she liked Lukas, it was obvious.

More silence, except the sound of their breathing and of the girl, pushing at the top of the space. Mathias squirmed, uncomfortable with her moving, since she was pushing against him as well. A soft moan escaped him, and she jerked up, her back hitting the top and her head smacking against his. Her breath was hot on his lips, as they were now inches apart. Her arms were by his shoulders and his hands were now on her stomach.

Her hair tickled his face, and he tried to shift his body, but it only scared her. She hit her head against the top, making him worried as he reached up after her. It only resulted to their lips colliding. Pushing away from him, she backed into his raised leg, sitting back on him. When she sat back down, she sat on his bare skin as his shirt was now messed up.

Mathias stopped breathing as he felt the warmth and something else under her. His cheeks heated up and he tried pushing her away, at least so she wasn’t on his skin. Everything stopped at the moment, and both of their hearts raced. He moaned suddenly, and he grabbed her arm. She had moved closer to the region he didn’t want her to be near.

Grabbing the back of her head, he pulled her down to his face, both already expecting each other. Their mouths sucked on one another, tongues moving with the hunger they felt. She grabbed his tie, pulling it towards her. He chuckled, sliding his hands down to rest on her lower back.

The both let out moans as she rolled her hips and he sucked on her neck, each receiving and giving. Right now, nothing mattered, except the two being trapped inside the space. His hands moved to her thighs, nearing dangerously close to an area he shouldn’t touch, but she only breathed deeply and slid her hands up under his shirt. The buttons of his top broke off and his chest now had air it was dying for.

In their small space, it had grown extremely hot. Each were panting and out of breath, but also their bodies were heating up. She dug her hips into his and moaned into his mouth. He grinned and pushed her closer to him, wanting more. He started unbuttoning her shirt from the top when light filled around the darkness, causing them to close their eyes.

“Well this isn’t want I had in mind.” Mathias looked up after his blue eyes adjusted to the light, and saw his friends looking down at them. Tino’s cheeks were pink and he was looking really guilty. Berwald stared at the two with a blank expression, though there was a hint of laughter in his light blue eyes. Lukas and his brother stood beside them, mouths gapping open.

The girl sat up, making Mathias moan and sit up, kissing her jaw, down to her neck. He wasn’t going to let Lukas take her away from, not after she made him feel like this. But at the moment, he realized why they were staring. Her (h/c) hair was a disaster, clinging to her face, her shirt was showing way more than it should, and the skirt she was wearing was crooked, showing her leg and part of her panties.

Getting off his jacket, the Danish man wrapped it around her and hugged her close to his chest. Standing, he picked her up and carried her away from the men, walking to out of the room to see he was back at his place. Sighing, took her into his room, laying her gently on the bed so she could calm down.

“I’m sorry that Lukas had to see you like that. I know that you like him.” He turned away from her, not want her to see his pain.

She gave a short laugh, still out of breath. “Mathias, when did I ever say I liked Lukas? If I remember correctly, I have always liked you.”

Mathias turned quickly, and gazed at her with wide eyes. Her (e/c) were still glazed but they held truth in them. Jumping up excitedly, he kissed her full on the lips, and then proceeded to kiss every part of her. “I love you too, ______!”
So sorry for the shitty title. Not really sure what to call this. But as I said, I'd post another story tonight, and then tomorrow I'm babysitting, so there wont be time for posting or writing. Denmark is one of my favorites, so you'll be seeing a lot of him, but not more than Prussia or Russia <3
As you can tell, I am in a smut mood, but I promise there will be fluff and others soon. If you think it needs a 'cover' tell me and I'll put one on it. Enjoy, don't die on me, loves.
If there are any mistakes, I'll go back over it and fix it later.

Characters belong to: Hidekaz Himaruya~<3
Story belongs to me~
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The…the sun is so bright… you find yourself thinking as you open your eyes to the white sky as your heart pounds against your skull. Your body hurts terribly. And why…does it smell like a Danish?

Fear creeps throughout your body, and you shoot up, realizing that the "white sky" is the ceiling and the bright sun is only coming in through the windows thrown wide-open. And the aroma of apple Danish is coming from the kitchen…but it isn't your kitchen. You're not even in your own room, your own house.

And your head hurts. You've only once ever experienced this crappy feeling, and with the lack of memories of last night, your assumptions are confirmed: this must be a hangover.

As you take in the room, you instantly know where you are when you peer around the messy room, and then you throw the covers off your body to make sure you are still fully-clothed.

You're not. You're wearing your panties and bra, but you're also wearing a large, oversized T-shirt, and taking a whiff of it, you know exactly whose it is.

You get out of the bed, headed downstairs to see if the person of this house is there, to find out where your clothing is at. If it is in his room, you've already prepared a long-distance funeral for it because you don't have the time to search through that mess.

That sweet aroma is coming from the kitchen…

Peeking your head in, you notice a plate of the apple Danishes sitting on the kitchen table next to a mug that reads I'M THE KING full of steaming, hot, delicious coffee. Your stomach gives out a rather embarrassingly loud growl, and as your face flushes red, you move forward to get one. You suspect he won't mind, especially considering he already has you wearing his shirt. That means you must've been sort of naked at one point around him, and if he got a chance to look at your goodies—and he'd probably be the first to—he can at least spare you a Danish.

And these are so good…

"Jeg vidste det!" a voice suddenly declares behind you, and you nearly drop the delicious pastry as you whip around to face the Dane.

Matthias Køhler stands at the entrance to the kitchen, his finger pointed out at you. His hair, which defies gravity, looks as awesome as ever, and you're sure his bathroom has fifteen bottles of hair products just to maintain the "King's" beautiful hair. He is in his usual black and red attire, settling for a pair of dressy, black pants and a loose, red button-up. His light blue eyes are as bright as ever. You hate to admit it, but he looks positively handsome right now.

And did he just exclaim "I knew it" in Danish?

"I'm sorry," you tell him before your hand clamps down over your mouth. You have just forgotten that you still have food in your mouth. You chew quickly and swallow before you attempt to apologize again. "I'm sorry. It feels like I haven't eaten in a week."

"I don't care," he answers as he steps towards, rapidly decreasing the distance between the both of you. "The King has enough to spare a little to his peasants," he murmurs as he nears his face to yours.

"Peasant?" you ask as you turn your head to the side. "Just because you're rich as hell doesn't mean you need to be an ass about it." You jolt your whole body away from his, placing the half-eaten Danish on the platter. He simply laughs at your reaction before picking up his mug of coffee and taking a drink. "They're…they're good, by the way. The Danishes."

"I know," he answers.

Right. You can't compliment the guy because he's so incredibly arrogant! The nerve of him!

"Do you want some coffee?" he asks you, offering the mug.

You shake your head, refusing to take any more of his hospitality. You just need to find your clothing and wallet and go home. Right now, that's all you feel like doing.

But there's something you need to ask him first.

"Why am I here?" you suddenly inquire.

"You were drunk!" he exclaims happily. "I've never seen you drunk before! It was so awesome! You are fucking awesome when it comes to drunken partying."

The blood rushes out of your face as your arms go limp, and you sway a bit before catching yourself against the edge of the table. It feels like the world is spinning around you, and you have the urge to vomit. "What?" you choke out. You know you're in hangover mode, but how the hell did you get drunk?

"Yep! Prussia spiked your drink because he said you're more fun when you're drunk! And when you began to get tipsy, you started ordering tons of alcohol and partying it up and tearing off your clothing and—oh!" He reaches into his pocket and pulls out your wallet. You wrap your fingers around it, gripping it tightly as your body begins to tremble. "So, yeah, you ripped apart the clothing you came in last night."

Last night. Alfred Jones had a party last night at his place, and you came because Alfred was your best friend. You normally didn't get drunk because you shied away from alcohol; drunk you is crazy you, and you prefer to be level-headed you.

"You certainly know how to party, (name)!" Matthias laughs. "Last night was wild! Alfred had to pry you away from the booze."

Your eyes fell on his oversized T-shirt. "W-why…why am I at your place?"

"I was taking you home, but you passed out, so I carried you here instead."

"We…we didn't do anything…right?"

He grabs you by the wrist, pulling you close to him. "Did you want us to?"

You jerk your arm back. "O-of course not! I was just making sure!"

He laughs and strokes the side of your face. "I wouldn't have minded."

Your face turns red, and you find your hands becoming clenched into fists. "I'm leaving!"

"You're not hungry?" he asks, and he seems genuinely confused at your sudden burst of anger.

My God, Matthias might be one of the densest people you know!

"Are you really going to leave in that?" he questions when you don't answer his first question.

"Well, I'm sure enough people have already seen me in less, so this should be a step up, huh?" I snap.

There is a sudden rush of feet, and you are twirled around into the arms of the tall Dane. His lips are at your mouth in a fury, and you're too stunned to move or to yell at him or to protest. He catches your lack of response, pulling away, but he presses his forehead against yours, giving you a sweet smile.

"Jeg elsker dig," he murmurs to you. "Fortæl mig, at du også elsker mig."

You can't breathe. Matthias Køhler…just told you he loves you, just asked you to tell him that you love him back… Your chest starts to rise rapidly as you break away from his embrace. There's no way he could mean that… He's teased you since middle school, and he's been with tons of other girls, tons prettier than you. You've always been a stick in the mud, not to mention your parents had never had much, and since you moved out six years ago and went to college, you quickly became dirt-poor. Your job only covers the bills and food, as lovely as your job is.

Matthias has always had the world handed to him in a silver platter. His parents have tons of money, his grandmother left him all of her inheritance money and her estate, and even if he's annoying as hell, he has tons of friends. He has girls swooning after him everywhere he walks, and you only once had a boy interested in you, but he ended up moving away to a different country before anything happened.

Right now, you don't want to waste your time and efforts on dating, especially when it is on this drunken bastard. He says he loves you, but you've heard him tell this to hundreds of other girls. He's only going to get you, use you, and then leave you.

You're sure of it.

"(Name)…?" he asks softly, catching the hesitant look on your face.

But you've always thought him attractive, especially when he's speaking his native language. You would give anything up for him to say those words to you and actually mean it.

"I need to go," you told him, trying to sound rather forceful. "I have to get to—" You cut yourself off, reminding yourself that you don't need to tell him anything. He's not your boyfriend, your father, your keeper. Besides, you really should just go and change into normal clothing now. "Goodbye."

He doesn't say anything else, just watches you go.

And he wishes he had said something, had done something, but by the time he starts to regret that, you're already too far away.


"So, that party was really wild last night, love."

Your eyes shoot up at your manager, the owner of the bookstore you work at. Arthur Kirkland cracks a smile as he starts unloading boxes of fresh, new books.

"My God…I am so sorry," you mumbled.

"That American idiot shouldn't have introduced alcohol to the party, really. Besides, your drink was spiked, wasn't it?" Arthur and you are really good friends, and seeing the rut you were in when you failed to find a job after graduating from college, he offered you a job at his new, quaint bookstore. You love working here, even if the pay isn't as high as you would like it to be. "I can't believe that Dane took such good care of you though," he continues. "He put his coat on you after you…er…tore your clothing off."

"My God," you complain as you hide your face with your hands. "I can't believe I di—wait. Matthias gave me his coat?"

Arthur nods. "He made sure none of the guys took advantage of you and took you home. He even tried to stop you from drinking too much and held your hair as you vomited all over Gilbert's shoes." Arthur laughs at that, remembering the event.

Matthias took care of you…but he hadn't made it sound that way.

"I guess I should probably go thank him after this," you whisper, more to yourself than to Arthur.

Arthur smiles at your words, but he says nothing else, simply continues to unpack the boxes.


There is no one at Matthias's place. You huff out a ton of air and decide to head home. It'll be a long walk in the dark, but you really can't afford a cab.

Your eyes rise from the sidewalk and meet a man's. He sits on a sidewalk bench, doesn't say a word, and you move past him.

But he starts to follow you, slowly and softly.

Your walk cuts through mostly residential places, so there's no where you can go to get away from this guy.

And then you realize that halfway home, there is the bar. The bartender, Allistor, is someone you know quite well. He'll let you wait out the creepy guy following you, and if he doesn't leave, you can wait until Allistor's shift ends. He'll get you home safely, you're sure of it.

You speed up a bit, and the minutes feel like hours. You're surprised he hasn't tried to anything yet, seeing as how it's a twenty minute walk to the bar, but you're glad he isn't trying anything.

Your heart hammers inside your chest, and your ribs feel bruised from this action, from the short, choppy, quick breaths you keep taking, as if you're running a marathon.

When you see the bar, you try hard not to break into a run, but when you're only a few feet away, you're definitely quick to rush to it and throw the door open, stepping inside. And it smells like a hell of a lot of beer in here. The smell is repugnant, but it's better than the possibility of getting raped by some stalker.

You hear the man enter after you, and you quickly find a seat at the front of the bar, by the counter. He finds a spot three stools down, and your eyes desperately search the bar before falling on Allistor. You wave at him, telling him to come over, and he excuses himself so he can talk to you.

"What you doing here, lass?" he asks you.

"There is a man three stools down to my right. He's been following me since Matthias's house." The expression he makes asks you all the questions he needs to ask you. "I got hella drunk last night after Gilbert spiked my drink, and Matthias took care of me, even got me a change of clothing, kinda, and letting me crash at his place."

"Oh, Mark, you do it so well~"

Your head turns to the voice of that, hoping that by "Mark", this lady doesn't mean "Matthias".

Annnnd…she does mean Matthias.

You find yourself staring at the drunk Dane as he runs his hands over the bimbo bitch, and you feel fury hitting you from all sides. He tells you he loves you and then he goes, gets drunk, and drapes himself all around some woman he has probably never met and will probably never seen again after tonight?

He has a ton of nerve…

But wait…your stalker is a bit more of a pressing matter.

"Do you mind taking me home, Allistor?" you ask him, but your voice has lost all the cordiality that was left behind. He nods at you. "Thank you. And can I possibly have some to drink? Anything nonalcoholic."

He hands you a glass of water, and you find yourself drinking it all in a few seconds.

Stupid Dane.

Stupid stalker.

Today just sucks ass.

"Hey, Allistor, can I get another round for me and the sexy Maria—"


"Miriam!" he corrects himself with a loud laugh. "And…and…and…holy shit, no way…" You hear a thud, and Miriam starts to let out a string of whines and swears, and steps are coming your way. A warm hand touches your shoulder, and you jump, sucking in a large mass of air sharply. "Calm down, min kære. (Name), it's just me. You're not drinking alcohol, are you?"

He just called you "my love"!

But…but he's here with Miriam.

You stand to face him, your eyes flickering over to your stalker, and you find his eyes are seriously focused on you, wondering what you're going to do next.

An idea hits you.

You pull his arms around your waist gently before you wrap yours around his neck, and you bring your voice down to a whisper, "I went to your place, but you weren't there. I need to talk to you... m-min kære." You're pretty sure you just butchered those two words, but Matthias's eyes widen. "I'm sorry about how we left things off this morning."


"Of course."

His face lowers down slowly, his breath spreading down to your neck, and he then nuzzles your neck.

While you're feeling guilty about using him, you're also enjoying this immensely.

You hear someone mutter a few curse words, and opening your eyes, you peer over Mathias's shoulder, your eyes following your stalker straight out the door.

"He's gone," Allistor mentions, and Matthias pulls back in confusion. The perplexity in his expression only deepens when you pull away from him, turning to your old friend. "You still wanna head home with me, lassie?"

"Of course. It's safest."

"Creep?" Matthias asks.

You turn to him as your cheeks turn a crimson color. "Your…your girlfriend looks like she'd like you back now." Your gaze hits the floor. "Thanks for playing along. I really did go to your house to thank you for last night and to apologize for acting so horrible to you this morning. Some man followed me, so I stepped in here so I could head home with Allistor, to escape from that guy."

"You think I was playing along?" he asked, and Matthias's voice is slowly rising in anger and volume.

Allistor shoots you a look before he sneaks away to attend to his other costumers and get away from the drama bomb that is exploding.

"Can we talk about this elsewhere?" you ask as you take notice of the growing number of eyes falling on the both of you.

"No, we will talk about it now!" he shouts, and the whole bar silences, everyone staring at you two. "I've been in love with you since seventh grade, and the one moment I get the courage to finally confess to you, you blow me off and then use me? I wasn't playing along!"

"Matthias," you hiss. "Please, don't speak so loudly."

"I am in love with you, (name)! Jeg har altid elsket dig!"

And something inside you starts to tick. If Matthias wants a show, then he'll damn well get a show!

"Then how about all the whores you've been with?"

Your sudden burst stuns him, and Miriam makes a sound. It takes Matthias a while to regain from it, but he then quickly jumps in.

"You've never looked my way except to call me a failure and shake your head in disgust about anything that has to do with me! Of course I went out with a lot of girls! I wanted you to notice me! I wanted you to be jealous!" He grasps your face. "For once, I wanted you to be the one looking at me, to wishing you were the one next to me. You're so insanely beautiful, (name), and I love everything about you. All your guy friends—they've all had crushes on you at one point, did you know? And they were tons closer than I'll ever get to you."

"Matthias…" you whisper. " Selvfølgelig har jeg bemærket, at du." You suck in all your arrogance, deciding honesty is the best here. "When you kissed me this morning…you have no idea how you left me feeling, do you? I wanted to say that I loved you back, but I couldn't…because you've been with all those girls, and I thought you'd only break my heart."

"Kære," he murmurs as his lips brush yours, " Jeg vil aldrig knuse dit hjerte."

And then he pulls you in for a real kiss, sweeter than this morning's. And this time, you respond with the same amount of fervency. Everyone at the bar breaks into hollering and applause, rooting on your silly, blind romance.

And through the kisses, you find yourself smiling.

This Dane is a lot sweeter than he wants others to see, and you love it.

Extended Ending
You two are on his couch, nursing his head on your lap as you hold up an icepack to his cheekbone. After the whole confession at the bar, Miriam had gotten pretty pissed, and when he and you pulled back, she had marched up to him and punched him before shooting you a crude look.

"I am not a whore," she had hissed at you both before dramatically exiting the bar.

The Dane sighs from his spot and says, "Maybe I should have confessed back in seventh and saved me all this trouble. But back then, it felt so much easier to tease you for your dorky braids and perfect grades than confessing."

You hit his shoulder. "My hair was not dorky!" He sticks his tongue out at you. "Watch it, Matt, or I'm going home."

"But I secretly liked it," he murmurs as he snuggles close to your stomach. "Don't go, (name). Stay the night with me, please."

You kiss his forehead and tell him yes.



I felt like writing about Denmark, and I read like fifty Denmark reader inserts while I wrote it.

This doesn't feel like my best work, guise. :u Denmark feels too OCC. :c

And I'm too lazy to give you translations. P:

:icondenmarkplz: and the rest of the Hetalian characters here don't belong to me, but they do belong to this guy: :iconhimaruyaplz:.

You...will soon belong to :iconsexydenmark2plz:...once you become one with him, of course.

Thanks for reading~
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Here you were, sitting in front of the TV, bored out of your mind in the Nordic house.
You were staring at the pictures on the screen with the same expression you've had all day, it was a mix of Lukas' expressionless face and Sweden's stare.

For the first time today, you stood up and stretched your arms before leaving the room to get something to eat, and maybe even talk to Finland since he seems to listen you. Yawning when you reached the hallway, you passed numerous pictures of you and your Nordic friends on the walls.

You stopped to look at one, it was one of you, Norway and Denmark. You and Denmark were grinning and Norway had his famous expressionless face, it was taken when you went to the beach with everyone. You smiled at the memory and carried on walking towards the kitchen, getting slightly annoyed that you keep on yawning when you don't want to.

When you turned a corner, you bumped into someone -who had appeared to be running- and fell to the ground. Cussing under your breath, you stood up and dusted your (f/c) skinnys and tank top. Looking up, you were surprised to see quite a nervous Denmark, and was he blushing?

"Uh, h-hey _______." He said as he stepped aside letting you walk past, keeping his hands behind his back. You were curious but decided to shrug it off. "Hey Den..." Glancing in his direction, you started to walk down the hallway again to the Kitchen.

~Denmark's P.O.V.~

As soon as I saw her turn the corner, I ran down the corridors she came from and went inside the room she was in. I shut the door and sat on the couch, quickly putting the book on table in front of me. I was panting, considering I just ran from her room upstairs all the way down here, it was still tiring. All for a good cause too, her Diary!
She would literally kill me if she knew I had this... But it's worth it.

I opened the Diary and laughed at the first page, she's been writing in the same diary for 2 years? Who knows what I will uncover here!
A few pages in, I started snickering. She wrote her first impressions of us;
"Sweden is too serious... He needs to smile more!"
"Now, I know I might regret this, but I think Finland's a bit too cheery."
"Now, the two supposed siblings; Norway and Iceland, they have a strange relationship to one another. They're very quiet, and not to mention, they lack a lot of emotions..."
"Denmark's just... odd."

I carried on smiling as I skipped pages in her Diary, looking for something interesting, which I eventually got. I grinned, I could remember that evening like it was last night.


There was a party going on at the Nordic house.
Reason being?
They were celebrating New Years Eve with most of the countries. You loved parties, you would talk endlessly about random stuff to random people and didn't care what they thought of you, play pranks and dance, maybe sometimes even Karaoke.

You were talking to Hungary and Belgium, you were in a bit of a daze as you took a look around the room. The before dull, boring and plain Meeting room had loads of decorations on display, loud music was playing and disco lights were everywhere.

Still looking around, you noticed that there was somebody watching you from the opposite side of the room. It was non other than Denmark, he thought of the party idea and invited everyone to come over.

Still not tearing his gaze off of you, he walked towards the door and motioned for you to come outide with his hand. You excused yourself from the friendly nations, and did just that. You put your (f/c) coat on and put on some gloves before going out into the cold night, you didn't know why Denmark called you over.

Turning the door knob slowly, you opened the door only to be met with the cool breeze of the night and in the distance you could see Denmark standing by a tree, looking up at the starry sky, which also seemed to snowing now.

You walked outside and shut the door behind you, before crossing your arms over your chest and walking towards your hyperactive friend. The sound of the snow crunching underneath your boots annoyed you, but what annoyed you even more was the wind. When you were close enough to Denmark, you tapped him on the shoulder with your gloved hand.

He turned towards you and beamed at you, "______! Are you going to count down with me?" You raised an eyebrow, your (h/l) (h/c) locks blew in the wind, the moon shone down on you, showing your dazzling (e/c) eyes and long lashes. "Out here? It's freezing!" You squealed as you held your arms tighter for warmth. He chuckled obnoxiously and snaked his arms around you, embracing you. You froze on the spot because of the sudden contact, but quickly got back to your senses and returned the embrace.

You both stayed like that for a while, holding each other until you sneezed, causing Denmark to chuckle again.He was smirking cheekily, he bent down and gathered some snow in his hands and made a ball. You laughed nervously, and backed away a few steps before your face came into contact with something cold. Wiping it off, you smiled a creepy smile, "Oh, it's on..."
And thus, the snow battle commenced.

After running around for 10 minutes chasing each other with snow, You both collapsed to the cold, wet floor laughing.That's when you heard people counting from the inside, you stood up, but fell beck down again as Denmark grabbed you ankle. He sat up, so did you pouting. "Why'd you do that?" You whined, he smirked and chuckled again. "Count with me..." He said putting an arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. Normally, you would've pushed him off, but for some reason you didn't.

You both started to count down, "5...4...3...2...1... Happy New Years!" You both shouted and laughed, in the snow. But what they both didn't know was that a certain Norwegian was watching by the window, smiling the slightest bit...

~end flashback~

~Mathias' P.O.V still~

I smirked remembering the entire thing, the way she looked, how she acted, how she smiled. I couldn't get her out of my mind the week after that. Hell, I still can't.
Still skipping pages until I saw one that might've been of interest to me, when I did find one. It was when we all went to the Beach, that was when she kissed me...


You had been waiting to go to the beach for ages now, you haven't been since you were a child! You wore your (f/c) bikini underneath your beach shorts and your tank top, just so it would save some time instead of getting changed in the changing rooms. Denmark and you wasted no time, you took your shorts and your tank top off, leaving you in your bikini. After you put your clothes in your beach bag, you noticed that Denmark was already in the water.

Smiling, you walked up to the sea and dipped your toes in it. Just as you went ankle deep, you heard snickering and catcalls from behind you. Huffing, you turned around. What you saw surprised you. The BTT were here.
In other words, trouble.

You looked at Norway and Sweden, they nodded at you as to say'If they try anything, we'll kill them'. You smile and nodded back in appreciation for them looking out for you. Denmark couldn't be seen anymore, so you went deeper into the ocean -about stomach length- and looked around, seeing no Denmark. You started to worry.

Just then, you felt something brush against your leg. You were too scared to move let alone scream. What is it was a piranha?!
You felt it again.
Now, you were freaking out.
Just as you were about to peg it out of the water, you were lifted up bridal style in the water, showing a grinning Denmark.
You felt yourself sigh in irritation and relief at the sight of him, though bit your lips as you took note of what was on his usually gravity defying hair; seaweed.

Finally giving in, you started to giggle uncontrollably, reaching out to get rid of the seaweed out of his hair.
When he saw the long green plant in your hand, he felt his own face pale.
Oh, did you wish you had a video camera?

(Time skip: 2 hours.)

After a few dunk in the sea, followed by sunbathing, you wanted to go and explore! You loved climbing and loved finding pretty things like seashells, stones etc. Denmark and Norway agreed to com along with you in case something happened, of course Denmark volunteered first, but Norway came along just in case anything happened, and he meant ANYTHING.

You were climbing the rocks on the shore, you had found some really pretty shells. Probably would make a bracelet or a necklace when you got home. Looking out in the distance, you could see a few ships on the sea. The wind blew your (h/l) (h/c) hair back a forth, the sun gleaming on your (s/c) skin and (e/c) eyes. Unbeknownst to you, a rather red faced Den was watching you.

You breathed in the salty air, you loved it. It made you want to stay here forever, but alas, you can't. Just as you were going to go back down to Den and Nor -they stayed near the bottom of the rocks, some help they were- a massive wave crashed over the rocks and you came plummeting into the sea, you screamed hoping somebody would be able to hear.
The water was closing in on you, you could see little air bubble make their way up to the top of the water, while you were slowly sinking into a deep dark abyss. You wanted to swim but your body told you no, you had hit your head on a rock on the way down, you were bleeding, you could see the blood around you. Slowly, you closed your eyes.


You woke up, on your bed at home. Remembering what happened before you blacked out, you raised your head but brought it back down again as you winced in pain.
You took a look around your room. Everything was the same, the (f/c) walls with the (2nd/f/c) carpet, your desk was still overloaded with paper and objects, your clothes were scattered everywhere, your TV and laptop remained untouched as you left them. But you did notice one thing that wasn't supposed to be there. Denmark.

He was sat on your chair, he looked asleep. Wow, he looked so... nice and calm like that, something you would like to see more of from him, but you'd never tell him that.
As you tried to raise your head again, you cried out louder than before, resulting with a startled Denmark. "_____!" He rushed over to your side and took your hand. He looked so worried, all because of you.

"Do you need anything? A drink? Food?" He asked quickly, squeezing your hand tighter, and you could so tell he was blushing. But you couldn't say much either, you both looked an unhealthy red on your faces, almost like Spain's tomatoes.

"A glass of water would be fine..." You said averting your gaze from his eyes, he let go of your hand slowly and got up. "I'll be one minute." He said, leaving you alone in your room.
You tried to get up a few times, but it resulted with more whines from you and a little tear escaped your eye. Since you still couldn't get up, you waited until Denmark would be back, which was only 2 minutes.

He came up with a glass of water, smiling. He walked over to your bed and put the water on the side, he helped you sit up so you were sitting on the side of the bed, next to him. You drank the whole glass in under 7 seconds, the fact that a few droplets dribbled down your chin made the man blush deeply and look away.
After you finished, you placed the glass on the side, turning your head slightly so the man was in your line of vision, "What happened...?" You asked him, wincing as you felt a headache coming on. He looked at you with a look you couldn't quite read, but he turned away looking straight forward. After about 20 seconds of an awkward, strange silence, he explained what happened to you.


You stared at him in awe and disbelief. He was the one who saved you! He dived in and swam a very long depth to save you, you were so grateful to him...
"As long as you're safe..." He said. You really couldn't believe this, he risked his own life for yours? You were still staring at him, your mouth gaping open.
As you were about to say something, you could hear Finland shouting Den down.

As he stood up, you grabbed a hold of his wrist, and he sat back down, his eyebrows raised. Then something he had totally unexpected happened, you kissed him on the cheek, then let go of his wrist. You smiled before lying back down in your bed to go back to sleep, he smiled and left your room. As soon as he closed your door, he was staring at the blank wall in front of him, blushing madly and his hand on the cheek you kissed.

~Flashback end~

~Mathias' P.O.V again~

I wanted that to happen everyday, but it didn't. I know that I have developed strong feelings for her, but I just can't find the right words to say it... To ask her to be mine. I sighed and skipped a few more pages, until I got to the last time she used the diary; yesterday. When I read the page, my face began to go red, my stomach felt all weird and my heart was racing, what I read was too good to be true...

"I love Matthias..." I whispered the words out loud from the diary, almost dropping the (f/c) book on the floor from peer shock.

~Normal P.O.V~

After a nice chat with Finland, you felt like watching some more TV. As you made your way to the room which you had left earlier, you noticed that your Diary that was on the side had disappeared. You started having a mini panic attack, and you ran all the way to the room where you started off, but had no idea what was going to happen next.

You finally made it, you were panting. leaning against the shut door- wait what? SHUT
door? You left it open... You turned the doorknob slowly and when you noticed nobody was in there, you opened it fully... only to see your diary, open on the page you wrote yesterday. You gasped, you saw Den looking at you blushing from the couch. Blushing, You looked down to the floor, not knowing that Den was getting closer to you...

You looked up, only to see that his face only mere inches from yours. Without warning, he grabbed your shoulders and filled the space in between your faces with a kiss. It wasn't too passionate, or too sweet, it was like both mixed together to make an epic combo. You wished that you could stay like that forever, but sadly, stupid oxygen was calling for you so you had to part. He rested his forehead on yours, both of you panting a bit.

"______, Jeg elsker dig..." He was blushing furiously.

You waited a while, simply staring him in the eyes as he did the same. The room had became suddenly empty, the noises from outside and the colours of the room disintegrating from your vision.
Sighing lightly, you pecked him on the lips, smiling ever so lightly at the man.

"I love you too, Den,"
Longer one shot for Denmark fans... :iconanimesweatdropplz:
Hope it doesn't suck too bad.

I don't own Hetalia, you, your diary or the picture.

I don't even own a diary that's mine, only ones that I have 'borrowed' from my friends' houses...
I'm amazing, I know.
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~In Time~

It was strange of Mathias to suddenly invite you out to lunch today. Then again, you couldn’t complain since it was a lovely day, and the restaurant he was taking you to was particularly fancy when compared to your usual standards.

“Alright, Mathias, what’s the special occasion?” you asked as you took a seat across from your boyfriend. “It’s not our anniversary. That’s not until three months. Did you win some sort of scholarship or something?”

“How about I tell you after we eat?” Mathias suggested as he began to scan the menu for his meal.

“Hmm, okay…” you agreed and started to look through your menu as well. All the while, you couldn’t help but think that something was wrong, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

Lunch went as typically as any ordinary meal. The two of you chatted as you normally would, the food was delicious, and there weren’t any signs of any good or bad news—not until after you had finished dessert.

“_____________,” Mathias said as he reached across the table and wrapped his fingers around your hand, “I have something important I want to tell you.”

You looked up and studied your boyfriend’s expression. Unlike most times, his face was completely unreadable. There weren’t any hints of excitement, apprehension, or concern.

“What’s wrong, Mathias?” you quietly asked. Your heart was fluttering from the anticipation. This wasn’t like him at all. You weren’t able to read what he was thinking this time around. Whatever it was, it had to really be important.

“______________, we’ve known each other for a long time…” Mathias began.

Your heart skipped a beat. Was Mathias going to ask that? But you were still so young. You wanted to be free for just a little longer. Was he really going to do that right here and right now?

“…and I can honestly say that the time we’ve spent together has been the best time of my life.”

“Y-Yes…” you nodded feeling the blood rush to your cheeks.

Is he really going to do it? you thought. You couldn’t breathe. So this is what it felt like to be put on the spot. At least he had the courtesy to do it after you had finished eating.

“So…I’ve decided to let you be the first one to hear this.”

“Wh-What?” This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, was it?

“_________________...” Mathias pressed his lips together and let out a sigh. His head was hung low, and his eyes were lowered to your hand. This wasn’t going to be good news.

“_________________, I have cancer.”

The world stopped. Your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach. You couldn’t breathe. Everything you had ever known suddenly just left your brain like an off switch cutting off your thought processing.

“I went to my doctor yesterday,” your boyfriend explained, but in your condition, he was better off just talking to a brick wall. “There’s been something wrong with me for a while, so I finally went to check it out. Sure enough, they said I have cancer.”

You blinked once. Finally the spell of the first wave of realization hit you and passed.

“How long?” you asked.

Mathias gently squeezed your hand and gave you a sad smile. “Give or take about three years.”

“Three years…” you breathed. “That’s it? B-But, you’re so young. We’ll be barely out of school by then. Mathias, that’s not enough time. What about all those things you told me you wanted to do?”

“That’s why I decided to tell you first,” your boyfriend said. “I wanted to be able to spend the rest of my remaining life with you.”

“Of course!” you instantly agreed and got up out of your seat. “Mathias, whatever happens, I’ll be there with you. I’ll do anything to make these years count.”

Then, Mathias sighed in relief like a huge burden had been lifted off his chest. You didn’t even flinch when he moved his hands to the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss.

“I’m glad you’re willing to think that way, ______________,” he smiled. “I wouldn’t have picked a better woman to fall in love with.”

“Y-yeah…” you whispered. Perhaps it would have been better if he dropped this kind of news in a private place. It was embarrassing to start tearing up now.

“______________, there’s one more thing I wanted to say to you before passing,” Mathias said in a tender voice.

You sniffed and looked straight into his eyes. “Y-Yes?”

Then, your boyfriend moved his lips to your ear and whispered into it.

“April Fool’s.”

It took you a while to realize what had just happened.

“Oh…” you mumbled. “Oh…”

Just then, a large grin spread across Mathias’ face.

“Pfft,” he snickered. “I’m sorry, _____________, but you should have seen the look on your face. I’m happy you’d be willing to stay with me for the rest of my life, though.” He then raised a bemused eyebrow. “Hey, don’t be like that. I had to get you back for the super glue you mixed in my shampoo from last year.”

“Mathias, you idiot! You stupid, clueless idiot!” You covered your face in embarrassment. “I really thought…I really thought…”

It was then that Mathias realized you were crying, but the damage had already been done.

“______________, I-I didn’t think it was going to affect you like this…” he stammered. You felt a pair of arms wrap around your body. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that.”

All of a sudden, you pushed him away and delivered a half-hearted blow to his stomach.

“Damn right you’d better be sorry!” you shouted causing the other dinners to look your way. “Mathias, you blockhead! It’s still March! April Fool’s Day isn’t until tomorrow!”
Of course, this kind of prank is actually really mean. I've had family members die from cancer.

Technically, it's already "that date" in other parts of the world, but since I'm in the U.S., I decided to put this out today.

This is my first official one-shot for Denmark despite how many I've written for him. All the others were either requests or for contests.

Denmark belongs to Himaruya Hidekazu.
This story belongs to me, *GydroZMaa.
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An exhausted sigh escaped your rosy lips as you slipped into your small bed and wrapped the fuzzy, soft blanket around you. It was at least 3 in the morning, but only now were you going to bed- over the course of the past 4 hours, you had read the entire Slenderwiki, looked at as much evidence that Slenderman was real that you could find, and played the Slender game, almost completely alone in a mansion.

You tossed and turned for a bit before getting comfortable and closing your eyes. 'This bed is sooo co--' your peaceful train of thought was interrupted though when you snapped your eyes open, swearing that you felt a sinister presence standing before your bed. However, it seemed that your mind was playing tricks on you because there was no one expect you in the room.

Silently scolding yourself for getting scared so easily, you shut your eyes once again, but not even 5 minutes later, an ominous sound filled the dark room.

Tap, tap, tap.

You froze, (e/c) eyes widening significantly, pulling the blanket up as if it were a shield, before you crawled to the end of your bed towards the window leading to your demise. A thousand scenarios from every horror movie you'd ever seen played inside your head as you reached out, moving the curtains out of the way.

'What if its Slenderman!? Or even worse, France!?!'

Unexpectedly, a shadow lurched forward from on top a tree branch next to your window, and without a moments hesitation, you turned and made a mad dash out of your room, accompanied by a yelp. As you sprinted down the menacing hallway, your entire body was tense, half-expecting a certain tall, lanky, faceless monster to grab and pull you into a room, never to be seen again. A flash of hope lit up your face when you saw your destination. You swung the door open, flinging you small frame onto the king-sized bed.

"(N-Name)?" Hearing the uncharacteristically soft, quiet voice, you turned and realized you had accidentally awoken a certain Dane.

"Hola," you whispered, looking around you uncertainly; your attacker could be anywhere, hidden in the dark of the night.

"Um... are you ok?" Denmark whispered, studying your wary form.

"Of course, never been better, why??" you replied, a little too hastily.

"...You're afraid of Slenderman aren't you?"

"Wha-no! Of course not!"

The blonde-haired man looked at you skeptically (even though you couldn't see it), seeing as you had taken most of his blanket and wrapped it around you. It was silent for a moment before an obnoxious laugh echoed around the large room.

"Ahaha! You got scared and decided to hide in my room! Wuss! Of course, who could blame you; I am the King of Northern Eur-- Ow!" The Dane rubbed his arm where you had punched him, sniffing melodramatically. "(Naaaaame)! Why must you be so cruel? T^T"

"You're annoying."

Two arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You squirmed in protest, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip.

"Denmarrkk! Stop it!" you whined, failing to escape.

"No~" was his cheerful response.

"I'll tell Norway..."

Your smirked triumphantly when you felt his grip loosen, only for you to be flipped around and pinned underneath the fat heavy Dane.

"God damnit."

"Don't worry (Name)! I'll protect you from Slenderman!"

"Well I just feel so safe now," you muttered, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"As you should <3" he chirped, moving so that he wasn't directly on top of you, and resting his head above yours.

"Whatever. Idiot."

You would never admit it, but you really did feel safer in his arms (AN: Oh the cheesiness, it burns!), and you soon found yourself fast asleep.

Extended Ending:

"I was just going to return zis necklace that she dropped the other day. Why does nobody like me!? Poo."

A certain Frenchman dejectedly made his way back to his two partners-in-crime who were waiting for him.

"How did it go amigo?" Spain asked, taking a bite out of his churro.

"Ma chérie ran away again," Francis sniffed.

"Kesesese, she seems to be doing that a lot, huh France?" Prussia snickered.

"Don't worry, I'm sure our bella (Name) will talk to you someday," the Spaniard comforted, patting his back.
...Random title is random...

I finally wrote a fluffy Denmark x Reader! :D

It was kinda inspired by Slenderman (of course), but France somehow ended up in it. xD

:iconfranceloveplz:: Zat is because I am amazing, oui?

:iconeatmysconesbetch:: No. No it is not.

:iconfranceloveplz:: Poo.

Denmark & the Bad Touch Trio (c) :iconhimaruyaplz:
You (c) You
Picture (c) whoever made it
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"Hey, Juliet!"

You groaned and smacked your face on your desk. Great, he's here. You peeked to the side and spotted the tall, spiky blonde haired man you hoped to not see today. Mathias Kohler was his name, an obnoxious and ignorant Junior. He was also considered to be the biggest man whore in the entire school, because he's always seen with a different girl. On a daily basis. You were probably the only girl he hasn't dated, and you wanted it to stay that way. Never will you see yourself going out with such a moron.

"Mathias, you idiot. I've told you millions of times that my name isn't "Juliet!" It's ______. You've known me long enough now, you should have it down," you snorted at him, lifting your head from the desk and massaging your forehead. Mathias' lips curved up in an amused smirk, but said nothing. He only sat in the empty desk next to you, and bored his sea blue eyes into your (e/c) ones.

"So, Juliet," he started, using your nickname which caused you to snarl menacingly, "I have something to ask you," you immediately knew what he was going to say, so you put your hand up to stop him from saying anymore.

"I already know what you're going to ask, and the answer is no. You attempt to ask me out every day, and every day you're going to get the same answer. No," you stated in a firm tone. It seemed no matter how threatening you were to the Dane; he was still the same person to you. Cheeky, full of himself, a total dunce, and just plain idiotic. You didn't know if it was an act or not to get your attention, but you were getting tired of it. Mathias stiffened up in his seat and his smirk dropped down to a serious frown.

"Actually, I was going to ask you why you don't like me, _______," you blinked. He used your real name, so you knew he was dead serious about what he was asking. You seemed to have taken advantage of the situation because you responded with:

"You are an obnoxious, selfish, ignorant moron who never seems to know his place,"

Mathias' heart snapped into two. Your words were like knives into his chest. You felt a small tinge of guilt in what you said, but the damage was already done. Mathias' finally knew how you truly felt about him, and that was all he needed to know.

"I......see, _______. Well, I promise not to bother you anymore," and with that, the bell rang. The blonde Dane stood up from the seat and shuffled to the back of the classroom, shoving his fists into his pockets. You sighed. I guess I shouldn't have been so harsh. Mathias' ego is as fragile as glass. I'll apologize to him whenever I see him again. You turned your body to face the front of the classroom, and awaited the arrival of your teacher.

After School
The day just seemed to drag by. You were so used to Mathias bugging you to death about something or another, but it was different today. It actually seemed like he was avoiding you. Now you were really feeling guilty. Mathias was always trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You sighed sadly. Maybe.....should I give him a chance? No! I can't! I'm not going to be that man whore's next victim.

You were walking home from school currently. It was uncomfortably quiet. You hastened your pace and clutched the strap of your purse. You were a very paranoid person, so the silence scared the hell out of you. You were about to relax a bit, when you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. You gasped. Is someone...following me? You stopped in your tracks and glanced over your shoulder. No one was there. You sighed in slight relief. You still had the feeling someone was on your tracks, but you tried to push it aside. You turned back around and started walking again. Then, the footsteps started up again, and they were closer than ever. You gulped. Once you knew the footsteps were right behind you, you whirled around and aimed at punching the stalker in the face. Instead of landing the blow, your fist was grabbed. You gasped.

"Bad move, ________," the perpetrator chuckled. You narrowed your eyes, recognizing who it was immediately. Red hair, red eyes, a red bomber jacket and sunglasses propped up top his head. No doubt, it was Fred Jones, a Junior from the school. You had heard that he was the "darker twin" of Alfred Jones, and now you can see why. They looked so similar, yet so different. This twin looked like a demon.

"Fred, you bastard! Let me go!" you screamed, struggling to free your fist. Fred chuckled in amusement at your failed attempts to get free. You stopped cold when you felt him cup your chin and force you to look at him. You snarled at the pleased smirk on his face. You would have spat in his face, but you weren't sure what he would do if you did. Fred was pretty much insane, and was often at the mental hospitals. One slip and you could wind up dead.

"So, I heard you rejected Mathias again? Calling him a cruel name, on top of that. You sure are hard to please, huh?" he chuckled. "I'm sure I can change that," once again, you screamed and hollered for help. You were soon silenced by Fred's lips being pressed against yours. Your screams were now only a muffle. You used your free hand to punch the redhead in the chest. You were stopped short when he also used his free hand to stop yours. You started to become very lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, and you knew you would pass out at any moment.

Suddenly, the kiss was broken after what felt like ages. Your eyes were shut, so you didn't know what was to happen next. That was, until, your ears picked up the sound of punches and cursing. Once everything was silent, you slowly opened your eyes. Your hero stood with his back to you, but you could tell who it was in a heartbeat.

"M....Mathias?" you managed, still trying to get your breath back. The Dane looked over his shoulder at you and smirked softly.

"Hey, Juliet," his smirk turned into a crooked, but nice smile. You felt tears well up in your eyes. Without even thinking twice, you ran up and threw your arms around the tall man, sobbing into his chest.

"Oh, God, Mathias! Thank you so much! I-If you wouldn't have come, h-he...he would have...!" you couldn't finish your sentence, but you didn't have to. Mathias nodded sympathetically and stroked your (h/l) (h/c) soothingly. You sobs dropped down into small whimpers.

"It's okay, ______. I'm here for you. And I always will be, no matter what," you looked up at Mathias with tear stained eyes and red cheeks. He was looking down at you, the same crooked smile on his face.

"Mathias...I'm sorry about earlier....I...I didn't mean to be so harsh to you," you said, your bottom lip quivering. Mathias chuckled and whipped away a lone tear making its way down your face.

"It's alright, Juliet. You know I could never take what you say seriously," he laughed. You smiled softly and rolled your eyes. No matter what incident he's in, he's always the same, happy-go-lucky I know and love.

You pulled out of the embrace and took a hold of his hand. "Mathias, can you walk me home?" you asked, your voice that of a frightened child. The blue-eyed Dane nodded and griped your hand lightly.

"Of course. It would be an honor," you smiled and you both started to your house. It was silent for a while before you spoke.

"Hey, Mathias? Why do you call me Juliet when you know my name is _______?" you looked up at him, waiting for his facial expressions. He chuckled and looked at you, his blue eyes dancing with glee.

"Well, I consider myself to be the Romeo of this school, and I happen to consider you my Juliet," you blushed softly and smiled at him. Feeling courageous, you wrapped your arms around Mathias' neck and brought him down to where his lips met yours in a warm and joyful kiss.
Okay, so this is my first try at 2P!Hetalia and it was only for like a paragraph or two~ XD I honestly love 2P!America even though he does scare the shit outta me~ :XD:

I got inspired by the song "Hey, Juliet!" by LMNT [link] ^^

I would like to thank ~TearsOfRubies, ~Demons-Princess, ~ryoubakurano1fangirl, and partially ~BabyDaisyNo-1 for watching me write this~ O u O I hope you guys also like this~ ^-^
So, enjoy everyone~
Side Note: If your name is anything related to Juliet, than just go with a different name~ XD

Mathias = Denmark
Fred = 2P!America

Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
You (c) :icondenmarkplz: and partially :icon2pamericaplz:
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~Perfect two~

*Denmark X Bestfriend!Reader*

~Age 5~

"Matthias,this is (Name)!She moved in with her parents to Copenhagen and she is going to be our new neighbour!" the blonde female explained as her son's ocean blue eyes grew wide in curiousity.
The girl tightened her fist onto her mom's dress material,wrinkling it in the process.She bit down onto her lower lip and almost cried as the female untangled her hand from the dress and guided her towards the small boy who watched in amazement,as if everything was new to him.
"Hey (Name)!I'm Matthias.But you can call me Matt!" the boy spoke up,his voice loud,a goofy smile placed upon his pale features,stucking his hand out.
"I-I'm (Name)!Nice to meet you Matt!" the small girl responded,shyly catching the edge of his hand in her soft grasp.
"Good!Now you are my best friend!" the Danish boy burst into laughter,enveloping the (h/c) into a warm,caring hug.
Little by little,(Name) hugged back as well as she could,taking into account he was larger than her,a boost of confidence rushing through her system and making her all warm on the inside - because the blonde seemed indeed like an awesome friend to have.A small smile played at her lips as Matthias didn't let go,his heartbeat lullying her slowly to sleep - though she tried to keep her eyes open even if they felt heavy,not to be impolite.
Something about him made her feel confident - but she was way too young to know by then what - she just felt,not questioned.That's why children are way happy than adults - because they don't question themselves,don't care how they look or what to wear,they are all the same - willing to play and make friends.
As the blonde boy dragged (Name) towards his room,she couldn't help but giggle - he was indeed kind.

~Age 7~

"Matthias,(Name)'s here!" the blonde female called from downstairs.
In the next instant the rushed steps of the small boy could be heard,as well as his quick stomps against the wooden stairs.
The (h/c) was soon tackled into a hug - and if it wasn't for Steffenie,she would have fell to the ground.
The adult cocked a light eyebrow at her son's attitude,giving (Name) a plate of danishes at which the girl smiled and muttered a thanks before being dragged upstairs.
"So...what do you wanna play?" Matthias asked,already sitting down near the round table and urging for the girl to do the same.
(Name) barely gapped her mouth,but the blonde cut her short,his whole face brightening up - meaning that was nothing good.
"Let's play house!I'm going to be the daddy,you the mommy and Sttephen our kid!" he suggested,already reaching for his younger brother's room and dragging him along too.
"Matt,maybe Steff doesn't want to play with us!" (Name) interrupted the Dane's rant - which was an explanation towards his little brother.
"It's okay (Name)!" the shorter boy reassured her,a small smile playing upon his features,dimples forming into his rosy chubby cheeks.
"Great!Now I,as the daddy,I can kiss you,the mommy!" Matthias proclaimed,not even thinking twice before catching (Name)'s boney shoulders and pressing his lips sloppily to hers.
The Greenlandic boy gasped in surprise,storming off as soon as he had seen what his older brother was doing,yelling at the top of his lungs.
"Mom,Matthias has kissed (Name)!On the mouth!!!" he shouted the last part,hearing his mother's rushed steps and a horrified expression crossing her features.
"Matthias KØhler,get down here in this instant!" the blonde female angrily spoke,making herself clear - using his whole name meant only one thing - he was in great trouble.
Whimpering as he had heard that,the Dane let go of the girl's shoulders,her face a crimson red and her beautiful (e/c) eyes hid behind her bangs.

~Age 12~

"Yo (Name)!Let's go swimming!" the blonde suggested,his ocean blue eyes pointed upon the girl's small frame.
"I can't!Go away Matthias!You boys know nothing!" (Name) angrily refused his suggestion,closing the door with a loud bang.
The Dane stood in the door's frame dumbfounded,not getting what had he done wrong this time - he could even hear the teenager's stomp against the wood of the stairs and another door carlessly closed - the one to her room,he assumed.
"Well,okay!I hate you too!Girls!Who can understand them?" Matthias cursed under his breath,hopping on his skateboard and heading towards his house.
"Mom,I'm home!" he yelled after he finally reached his house,the thought of (Name) rejecting him like that bothering him his whole way home.
"Home?Are you sick or something?What about (Name)?" the female asked,unfastening her red and white apron,a look of concern upon her features.
"She yelled at me and said that us boys know nothing!And I haven't even done something to upset her!" the blonde explained,scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Oh!I get it now!" Steffenie let a small laugh escape her lips,as she sat onto the wooden floor.
The Danish female patted the place next to her,motioning for the boy to come.
He sighed and did as requested - obviously hurt by the fact that his best friend acted like that towards him.
"(Name) is growing up sweety!She didn't want to act like that towards you.You know how patient and caring she is towards you.So please,don't feel down.Some danishes and your support will help her,trust me!" the female explained,gesturing in order to put emphasis upon her words.
The boy's eyes grew wide,sparkling in excitement.He dashed towards the kitchen,grabbing a plate of the sweet treats and kissed his mother goodbye.
He thought that maybe everything would turn out good and he might make up with (Name).The blonde couldn't bear staying without her - she was his partener and he didn't will giving up at her.
Gathering his courrage,he knocked twice into the front door which soon opened,revealing a pale (Name) in the frame of it.
"I'm sorry Matt ...!" the (h/c) spoke up,capturing the boy into a hug.
"Shh,it's okay!You still are the Queen of North!" Matthias playfully said,brightening the atmosphere.
The girl chuckled as she heard that,their smiles growing with every second and the argument long forgotten.

~Age 16~

The female sighed,swirling her (h/c) locks onto her slender finger,taking down notes sloppily.It wasn't the fact she didn't enjoy mathemathics - well,forget that,she hated the subjects and avoided it as if she was chased by a bunch of wild animals.
It gave her headaches,wasted a lot of her precious time and bored her to the point she felt she was literally killing her time - stabbing the poor flow with a sharp knife,as Mr.Beilschmidt went on,writing down several ridiculously long equations onto the blackboard.
The phone buzzed into the pocket of her navy blue skirt,announcing she received a message.
Checking the sender,(Name) sighed inwardly to herself - but also felt happy.
'I can't go home with you (Naaaame)!I got dettention after school! TAT - Matt'.
'Why?What have you done this time,you idiot?!!! (/-.-) - (Nickname)' the female furiously pressed the send button.
'Had a fight with Berwald.' (Name)'s straight line dropped into a frown as she read it,but as she went on,her smile grew wider.
'He said I don't deserve you!Idiot.;-; - Matt'.
"Ahem!" the German adult tried to capture the teenager's attention - which he did as she perked her head up only to meet his angry baby blue gaze,a small squeak escaping her lips - for the class' amusement.
"Miss (Last Name),you vill stay after school in order to learn zhat in my class students don't send messages,ja?" Ludwig explained,receiving an ashamed nod of (Name)'s head.

~Time skip~

" babe wanted to join me in bad too?" the blonde male laughed loudly,capturing everyone's attention.
"Idiot!It's only because I've texted in Maths class.Because of you!Gah!" (Name) responded,planting her face into the desk.
"Hei,I don't want your pretty face to get damaged!" Matthias places two long fingers under the female's chin,bringing her head up.
"You mean it?" the (h/c) asked,her eyes wide.
"Mean what?" he questioned,his own blue eyes following hers.
"When you said I'm pretty." (Name) completed,impatiently waiting for an answer.
"To think now,nah!I was wrong!" Matthias answered,causing the female's mood to drop,as well as her whole expression morphed into a saddened one,tears gathering into her (e/c) pools.
"You are the most beautiful female in the whole wide world!" he exclaimed,laughing once again with echo.
"And you know what?You are mine.And that makes me more than happy!" the blonde finished with a whisper,capturing (Name)'s delicate hands into his and kissing the back of them gingerly.
"KØhler and (Last Name),we don't need your lovey-dovey scenes in here!" the programming teacher,Mr.Von Bock complained,causing the two to inner laugh.

~Age 20~

"Hej babe!" Matthias winked towards his lover as she was sorting papers in order to study.
"Hey Matt!What are you up to?" (Name) asked,her (e/c) eyes fixed upon the different portofolios she had to complete.
"What about you take a break and we play house?" a face cracking smile was placed upon his features as he said that.
"You know what?I could never say no to that!" the female giggled,catching the Dane's hand as he helped her up.
"But I warn you,I'm going to change the rules this time!" he explained as he dragged her along their shared bedroom.
"Matt,when have you changed the..." (Name) started as she scanned the room,but breath hitched in her throat,her heart beat dying for mere seconds as she had seen Matthias on one knee in between small pillows and red and white rose petals.
"When I meant I wanted to play with you house,I was speaking seriously about it.And because you're my all,I want you also to be my whole life partener and to play every day our childhood game.There is no one better than you at filling that place and doing it like a queen." the blonde made a small pause,untightening his fist in order to let visible the velvety red box which opened with a small sound,revealing the silvery band with delicate sapphires.
"Will you marry me?" he whispered the last part,his words reaching the female's ears who only did to throw a palm over her mouth,tears flowing down her cheeks.
Falling to her knees,she embraced the Danish male muttering an 'I do',audible enough for him to hear - and as soon as he got his answer,a genuine smile replaced the worry of being rejected.
Matthias caught (Name)'s hand into his,slipping on her ring finger the silvery band which meant that now she was officialy his.
"Jeg elsker dig,(Name)!" his words cut through the silence,accents rolling off smoothly of his tongue.
"Jeg elsker også dig,Matthias!Forever!" she responded in a sweet tone,kissing the tip of the male's nose.
He laughed at the small game she started,placing his lips upon hers.It was as their first shared kiss,now though more expert than back then,his lips skillfully pressing upon hers as they lost theirselves into the bliss of the moment.
Nothing could brake them apart.Because if it haven't until now,it wouldn't in the future - Matthias would make sure of that,keeping their bound as powerful as ever - or make it even more attached so they could stay the same.
Because they were the perfect two!
Matthias KØhler – Denmark
Sttephen – Greenland – OC
Steffenie – Scandinavia – OC
Ludwig Beilschmidt – Germany
Eduard von Bock – Estonia
Berwald Oxentierna – Sweden © Hetalia , Hidekaz Himaruya
You – You


‘ja’ (German) = ‘yes’
‘hej’ (Danish) = ‘hey’
‘Jeg elsker dig’ (Danish) = ‘I love you’
‘Jeg elsker også dig’ (Danish) = ‘I love you too’

Yep,another sappy,superfluffy thingy. xD I know it`s quite cliché and all,but let`s be honest,who wouldn`t like Den as a bestfriend and finacee ?
I wrote this after a small song I composed some time ago,which I named perfect two.Sounds like this:
‘We are the perfect two
No matter what we do
And if you think she is the one
Just tell me and tomorrow I`ll be gone.’.

Ahem.Enjoy!~ Love,Suu! :heart:

To forget -> [link]
Love spell - Magic Trio X Reader
Ch.1 -> [link]
Never forget – Iceland X Brit!Reader
Ch 1 -> [link]
Labyrinth – Romania X Reader
Ch 1 -> [link]

Christmas drabbles :

1.Finland X Fiancee!Reader – Merry Christmas [link]
2.Husband!Norway X Wife!Reader X Child!Iceland – Christmas in Oslo [link]
3.Husband!England X Wife!Reader – White Christmas [link]
4.Male!Belarus X Reader – Last Christmas [link]
5.Romano X Reader – Buon Natale [link]
6.Iceland X Reader – Christmas in Reykjavik [link]
7.Italy X Reader – Christmas in Rome [link]
8.Denmark X Reader – Christmas in Copenhagen [link]
9.Husband!Scotland X Wife!Reader X Child!England – Merry Christmas [link]
10.Husband!Spain X Wife!Reader X Child!Romano X Child!Veneciano – Feliz Navidad
11.Daddy!Netherlands X Mommy!Reader X Child!Belgium X Child!Male!Belgium - Prettig kerstfeest [link]
12.Husband!Latvia X Wife!Reader – Christmas in Riga [link]
13.Male!Hungary X Reader – Christmas in Budapest [link]
14.America X Reader – Christmas in New York [link]
15.Daddy!Germany X Mommy!Reader – Christmas in Berlin [link]
16.Austria X Artist!Reader – Christmas in Wien [link]
17.Daddy!Sweden X Mommy!Reader X OC!Child!Stockholm X Child!Finland – God Jul [link]
France X Reader X Child!Canada X Child!Seychelles – Christmas in Paris [link]
18.Trouble!Maker!Prussia X Police!Officer!Reader – Christmas in Konigsberg [link]
19.Daddy!Estonia X Mommy!Reader – Christmas in Tallinn [link]
20.Husband!Canada X Wife!Reader – Merry Christmas [link]
21.Daddy!Russia X Mommy!Reader X Child!Male!Belarus X Child!Male!Ukraine – Christmas in Moscow [link]
22.Husband!Bulgaria X Wife!Reader – Christmas in Sofia [link]
23.Husband!Ukraine X Wife!Reader – Christmas in Kiev [link]
24.Husband!Romania X Wife!Reader – Christmas in Bucharest [link]
25.Daddy!Switzerland X Wife!Reader – Frohe Weihnacten [link]

Other Country X Reader : [link]

Jack Frost X Reader – Teardrops taken by the wind [link]

New Year drabbles :

1.Husband!Japan X Wife!Reader - Happy New Year [link]

Other Fem!Hetalia X Reader :

1.Fem!Norway X Fem!Reader – All the things she said [link]
2.Fem!Denmark X Fem!Reader – If I were a boy [link]
3.Fem!Sweden X Fem!Reader – Sober [link]
4.Fem!Scotland X Fem!Reader – One more cigarette [link]
5.Fem!Romano X Fem!Reader - Hazel brown [link]
6.Fem!Germany X Fem!Reader – Serendipity [link]
7.Fem!Iceland X Fem!Reader – Northen lights [link]
8.Fem!Finland X Fem!Reader – Glass heart [link]

Comments are appreciated. :3 :iconstolenkissplz:
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You walked down the hall, hand-in-hand with your boyfriend. And let me tell you, it hadn't been easy to snag one. As you and Mathias were almost always together, lots of people assumed that the two of you were an item.

And as such, not a lot of boys really approached you. Those who did however, almost instantly started liking you. You got their hints; their prolonged gazes at you, the way they always touched your shoulder or arm when they had the chance. And often you'd get together with them.

And they would always leave. Always. And you'd never know the reason why.

You kissed your boyfriend on the cheek, waving at him as you went to your own class. He smiled as if in a dream; how on earth had he been able to get a girl as good as you? When he crossed the hallway to his own classroom, he was suddenly pulled back, his head hitting the lockers behind him hard.

"So you're the new one eh?" The blond Dane gripped your boyfriend by the throat, hoisting him up off the floor. Mathias smirked after assessing him. "You won't last a day." He sneered, dropping him. "Stay away from (y/n). She's mine, always was and always will be, ya hear?"

Mathias strutted away from him, a confident smirk on his lips. That whiner would leave you just like the last one, and the one before that and the one before that....

The Dane frowned. Lately there had been a lot more guys than usual hanging around you, it made him uncomfortable. It made him want to mark you as his; to show the others they shouldn't lay a finger on you, after all you were his.

That he had decided long ago, when you'd first appeared in his life. And now he felt it was time. Time to announce it to the entire world! But first, he'd have to wait until after class. Well he'd waited several years now, what would an extra few hours do?

You sighed after your boyfri- ex cleared off. The howmanieth was that now.... Honestly all of this was starting to make you feel more than a little depressed. "Hey (y/n)!" But then again, you always had the cheerful blond by your side, he could make you laugh no matter how bad you were feeling.

He hugged you tightly from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. "Hey." Your voice betrayed your feelings, as he spun you around so you were facing him. "What's u- No way. He did it, didn't he?" he asked, already knowing the answer of course.

He sat you down on the small stone wall behind the school, staring deeply into your eyes. Your voice let out a sudden sob and before you knew it, you were pressed against his chest, his hands stroking your hair. "He wasn't worth it. You know that."

You wept openly, allowing him to comfort you. "I-I just feel as thoug-" you sniffed," it's li-like no one'll, 'll ever staaaay!" You cried, spilling your tears onto his shirt. He stiffened, now that the moment had arrived, he felt a bit nervous.

Not that anyone could refuse the King of Europe something, but still....

"Hey, you know I'll always be here for you, right?" The change in his voice quietened your crying, stifling down to some hiccups and a few stray tears. "J-ja I know." He grinned at you. "I want you to smile for me. C'mon." His fingertips pulled the corners of your mouth up, creating a lopsided smile.

You giggled, your usual self returning. "See? Much better." All of a sudden, his tone turned serious. "You know, (y/n), to be honest.... I don't want anyone else to see you smile." He confessed, his cheeks turning red. You blinked at him in confusion.

"I guess, I- I wanna be the only one to be able to see the way you smile, the way your face lights up as radiant as the sun. The way the whole world looks brighter when you're around. I want to keep you all to myself." His blue eyes closed as he spoke, his arms tightening around you.


"I want you to belong to only me." He blushed now and looked up sheepishly. "So what do you say?" As for your reply, you merely kissed him, brushing your lips against his gently.

"I say yes..... And let me ask a question in return. Are you the reason my boyfriends kept leaving me?"

He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. "See that's what I like about you (y/n), you're pretty AND smart."
Another idea I thought was cute ^^

And yeah, the title sucks........


Please enjoy and tell me what you think :D

(Also :icontehzombiecupcake: this one's kinda for ya, as ya wanted to see some more Den~)
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You played with your hair, examining the tips for split ends as you jolted along with the bus. The music playing in your ears was loud, but not loud enough to leak out of your ears and annoy the people around you.

Feeling a gaze trained on you, you sneakily glanced around to see where it came from. Your eyes fell upon a blond guy, who seemed about your age. Though the moment your eyes met, he quickly made his gaze drift to a group of other people.

So that’s who’d been staring at you.

Giggling slightly, you shook your head and returned to look at the winter scenery. You grimaced as you saw how icy the roads were. You knew pretty much that you’d slip and fall instantaneously. You were like that.

Sighing at yourself, you rested your palm on the window pane, watching as your handprint materialised on the glass, evaporating quickly. The bus halted, making you nearly fall out of your seat due to the over-usage of the breaks.

Huffing in frustration, you flicked back your bangs as they were covering most of your face, having fallen during the stop. A man came to stand in front of you and you averted your eyes as his behind just at eye-level.

Mathias growled, the man had grabbed hold of your shoulder when he almost fell. You winced at his strong grip but shook your head at his apology, there wasn’t anything he could’ve done about it after all.

The plastic bags rustled as you moved them to a place where their safety was guaranteed, behind your legs. You really shouldn’t have gone on a shopping spree. You should’ve at least got someone to help you carry the damn things.

Oh well! You stretched slightly, cracking your stiff neck and rubbing it. Your stop wasn’t a too popular one, which meant that by now most people had already gotten off. Standing up, you swayed to the movement of the bus, your bags in hand.

The ring of the bell sounded, indicating that someone else was getting off too. You glanced up to see the blond guy who’d been staring at you, get to his feet, bouncing a bit as he waited for the stop to come up.

When the bus finally did stop, you two staggered to the side, nearly crashing into each other. “S-sorry.” You mumbled, a gust of cold air with seemingly Antarctic temperatures blasting past you as the doors slid open.

Shivering, you waited for him to go first. Well, he was too. When you realised what was going on the two of you laughed. His sniggering having come to an end, he bowed to you. “Please, ladies first.” You smiled and graciously stepped out.

Or at least you tried to. The moment your foot came in contact with the frostbitten ground, you keeled over backwards, as you didn’t have stable footing to call your own.
“Watch it!” Something warm stopped you from falling and you craned your neck back, seeing the face of the grinning blond.

“Sorry....again.” You said, blushing when he set you on your feet and even straightened out the hat on your head. “No problem.” He replied, stepping off the bus. Catching sight of the strain your bags bought to you, he glanced up at you.

“Need some help? I don’t want you to fall again.” You chuckled sheepishly, scratching your cheek awkwardly. “Yeah, I tend to do that a lot...”

He grinned and puffed out his chest. “Then I’ll make sure you won’t!” You passed him a couple of bags and cocked your head in the direction of your house. With that the two of you started walking, well you were more slipping and holding onto him for dear life.

“What’s your name?”

“It’s Mathias. And yours?”


“That’s pretty.”

The bus driver smiled to himself, it wasn’t often that his job gave him the chance to see a blooming romance.
Written because apparently guys stare at me on the bus! ...

Is that good?

Well anyways, you know the drill!

Please enjoy and tell me what you think, feedback is as always greatly appreciated!

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You sighed happily as you skipped down the sidewalk, on your way to your new job. Your friend Mathias Køhler had opened a pastry shop and cafe called 'The King's', mostly selling different flavored danishes and supplier of your morning coffee. He needed a little extra help, so you decided to apply for the job and he hired you instantly.

Arriving at the cute little shop that had yet to be open you took a deep breath, then opened to door and walked inside. The shop smelled beautifully of sweet dough and icing. As well as different fruits lingering their scent in the air. You inhaled and smiled.

The minute you closed the door, a happy Dane walked out and greeted you with open arms, "Hej der, _____!" he said happily and gave you a hug, entrapping you in his strong arms.

You gladly hugged back, "Hey, Mathias! Excited about opening up shop today?"

"Definitely, but first things first. You need to get into uniform." he winked after letting go of you.

"Uniform? I thought this place wasn't formal." you tilted your head to the side slightly.

"It's not, I just thought if you dressed up it might help to set the mood." he replied, disappearing into the back.

You waited for him to return, leaning casually on a table. He returned holding something behind his back and you raised an eyebrow skeptically, "Whaaat's behind your back~?"

"Oh nothing, just your uniform." he said, waving a hand dismissively, "Here." He shoved a hanger into your hand.

You held up the outfit to inspect it. It was red, the main color scheme of the cafe. It had a white collar and the dress itself was red and had puffed sleeves and the apron was white(link to outfit in des.)

"No way!" you exclaimed, "I'm not wearing this! Do you realize how embarrassing it would be-!?"

"I wouldn't be embarrassing, it'd be cute!" he corrected, shoving a danish in your mouth to shut you up.  

You took it out of your mouth and spoke as you chewed, "Exactly why it'd be-..." you paused when you tasted it, "... Mmmmm! This is really good!"

"Mhmmm, and you know what'd be even better than the danishes?" Mathias leaned closer to your face and you swallowed with a blush.

"W-What?" you stuttered, getting butterflies in your tummy from your close proximity.

"Seeing you walking around in that adorable little dress." he stated, leaning down and pressing his forehead to yours, his blue eyes staring into your (e/c) ones. Your heart raced.

Taking the chance of your guard being down, he grabbed your wrist(not too roughly though) and dragged you to the bathroom, whispering in your ear, "So why don't you go try it on?" before shoving you in the bathroom with the dress.

*timeskip to when you have the outfit on*

You let out a disgruntled sigh as you looked in the full body mirror at yourself in the skimpy waitress's outfit, 'Stupid dane.... seducing me into wearing a slutty waitress outfit...'

You heard a light bang on the door, "______, you alright in there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just wallowing in my self-pity." you replied, tightening the red bow around your waist and rolling up the cuffs of the sleeves.

"Well hurry up, I wanna open soon." he said.

"Yeah, yeah..." you mumbled, walking over to the door and cracking it open.

You peaked your head out and Mathias looked at you expectantly, "Well... You gonna come out and show me?"

You sighed, opened the door all the way and stepped out. Mathias' jaw practically hit the floor. You smirked and walked toward him, putting in as much swagger as you possibly could. Once you finally stood in front of the man, you reached up and closed his mouth, "My eyes are up here, Dane."

He shook his head and  said, "You... You look great, ______! Du ser sexet ud!"

You smiled sweetly, "Thanks." even though you didn't understand the last part.... and it was probably better that you didn't.

"Now, one more thing before we can open up shop." he said, motioning for you to follow him to the back.

"Aaaand, what would that be~?" you giggled.

"Breakfast for two." he said, holding up two fingers. Another giggle escaped your lips and Mathias began preparing coffee and danishes for you while you set the table.

When he finished, you both sat down and he placed a danish on your plate, this time with a cream cheese filling instead of cherry and smothered in white icing.

He sat down in the red booth across from you and crossed his arms on the table, looking at you. You smiled and took a big bite of the warm pasty and let out an "mmmmmm" of satisfaction.

"So I take it you like it?" he asked, laughing.

"No, I hate it." you said sarcastically as you took another large bite out of the delicious danish.

He laughed and took a sip of his coffee. Your eyes closed in sweet smile and a light blush rose to his cheeks at your adorable expression.

Then he noticed the little bit of white icing on the corner of your mouth and smirked, "Hey, ______. You got a little somethin' right here." he pointed to the corner of your mouth.

"Oh, I do!?" you said, standing up to go to the bathroom and get it off.

You were about to walk in when the Dane stopped you and wrapped one arm around your waist and grabbed your chin gently with his other hand. Smiling, he looked down at you and said, "I've got it."

Then he leaned down and licked the corner of your mouth, ridding it of the icing. You blushed as red as your outfit and thanked him courteously. You tried to move, but his arm wouldn't budge from your waist.

"U-Um, you can let go of me now." you laughed, sweat dropping.

"But what if I don't want to?" he stated, looking into your (e/c) orbs.

"W-Well if you don't we can't open up shop." you reasoned.

"Oh, that reminds me," he let go of you and went to the back again.

He returned holding two crowns, one gold and circular and the other silver and like a head band.

He placed the gold one on his own head, carefully avoiding his hair and held the silver crown out to you, "Can't open up 'The King's' without the King himself..." he trailed off, seeming to be lost in thought with a content but nervous look on his face, "And you can't have a King without a Queen."

Your eyes widened... What was he getting at?

"So, what do you say, ______? Will you be the Queen to my King?" he asked, his eyebrows furrowed adorably.

You beamed up at your long time crush and nodded vigorously, "I would LOVE to be your Queen, Mathias! I've always wanted to be!"

"Then I dub thee, Queen ______!" he said proudly as he set the silver tiara gently on your head as it tangled with your (h/c) hair.

You giggled and curtsied while he bowed. Then you smiled blissfully and wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your tip toes, as he wrapped his arms around your waist again.

"What do you say we seal this with a kiss?" he asked, staring lovingly into your eyes yet again.

You nodded and said, "That sounds excellent, King Mathias."

You both leaned in slowly, but finally the spark filled moment came and your lips met with a fiery passion for each other.

As you moved your mouth with his you thought, 'I love Danishes... and not just the pastry.'

"Jeg  elsker dig, _____." he moaned into the kiss, "So much."

You said in between kisses, "Ditto."


Your guys' cafe was a huge success.
Okay, well I wrote this a while ago, but when I wad editing it, I screwed up and erased it. :I So now I've re written it and I have to say it's a lot shorter and the other one was so much better. :I

Anywho, the dress is this ----> [link]

Hej der- Hey there

Du ser sexet ud- You look sexy

Jeg elsker dig- I love you

I do not own Hetalia or Denmark.

You (c) :iconsexydenmark2plz:

Original picture ---> [link]

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