APH The Greatest Heights
By: Stitches from TIC and Classifiedbatman
Pairing: NedDen + Christiania
Rating: PG 13, fluffy, maybe NC17
Part is taken from a drabble I wrote for someone ^^
Summary: after all the drama resulting in the birth of Christiania, Denmark and Netherlands goes through troubles with their relationship among other things in their life, including the baby. England, the one who had brought this upon the duo, is now being sued by the couple and is being forced with a restraining order upon him. Denmark and Netherlands go through more problems and find themselves fighting constantly and Netherlands leaves then home…
(Netherlands headcanon: loves Children, as in infants and toddlers, but when they get to a certain age, he believes they could raise themselves (like the modern day teenager lol)
Glorious Revolution reference: wiki/Glorious_Revolution
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"Neth... Hej! come on stop twitching damn it!" Denmark said rocking the newly born sleeping baby in his arms.
"H-how?" The Dutchman asked as he shakily grabbed a cigarette from his back pocket and attempted to light it.
"Stop that!" The Dane harshly whispered hitting the cigarette out of Netherlands' hands, "It's bad for the baby! plus, we're in a hospital!"
With a slight huff Netherlands picked up his bud and put it behind his ear, "What else do you want me to do! You gave birth to a fucking baby! you're a man! how the hell does that work?!"
"i already told you!" Denmark said rocking the baby a little more as he felt him become a little restless, "It was England's fault! He did some magic hocus pocus shiznit that involved both of us!"
Netherlands stopped for a moment, "What'd you do?"
"Made fun of his parenting."
"... you idiot." Netherlands sighed than looked at the kid, "What are ya going to do with it?"
"'m goin' to raise HIM," The Dane said proudly, "I called him... Christiania… a freetown," He looked up at the other, "Neth... He needs two parents. Can ye please help us?"
Netherlands sat on the side of the bed thinking for a moment before looking down at the child who started to wake calmly, "I have to admit… We made a cute kid..." he said holding out his finger pointing to Christiania.
And then... something amazing happened. The baby grabbed his finger and then Netherlands actually felt like a father.
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Denmark leaned on Netherlands' shoulder, tired from his surgery. He smiled watching the Dutchman's face go from stone like to a soft face entranced by the baby as it gripped his finger. Netherlands just kept watching until he smiled looking towards Denmark who was looking back.
"so… Want to be the far?" The Dane asked.
The Dutchman chuckled, "That makes you the Moeder..."
"Awe fuck you shut up." Denmark laughed.
"Hej… Baby. Watch your mouth." Netherlands silently laughed now playing with the kid, trailing his finger in the air as the new born giggled in laughed reaching up.
"so… do you want t-!?"
His sentence was cut off as he was kissed softly by the Dutchman. He kissed back a little lazily, still tired, knowing the answer.
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"Did we get everything from the hospital? I hope we didn't forget anything!" Finland said walking in with the remainder of the things from the car as the other nations sat on the couch. Sweden nodded to Finland signaling that everything was picked up. Denmark and Netherlands were on the couch watching the Baby and rocking him.
Then Iceland asked the boggling question…
"So how are you going to feed him?"
The other nations looked at him for a moment, with blank expressions.
"Well, Mathias doesn't really have boobs does he?!" Iceland blurted defensively against the stairs.
Norway smirk, "Formula…"
Denmark laughed, "Kinda wish I had boobs though. That'd be awesome."
Netherlands nudged the Dane lightly in the head and pet the baby's hair lightly, keeping his face a professional domineer. Denmark stood followed by Netherlands who held him protectively as soon as he saw the Dane teeter slightly. Denmark then gave Christiania to Netherlands and they walked upstairs together after wishing a goodnight. The other's left as the duo went to bed.
"Shit… we don't have a crib do we…" Denmark said sighing.
Netherlands sat Denmark down easily on the bed and gave him the baby, "Hold on, I'll see what I can do." He said kissing the other again before heading out the door to find something for the child, leaving Denmark with a goofy smile plastered across his face.
He rocked the baby in his arms kissing it's forehead before laying gently back against the headboards. He started to hum an old Danish lullaby seeing the baby cuddle into his chest. He smiled and started to sing lowly. Netherlands finally came back with a make shift crib after he finished the lullaby. Netherlands put the crib next to the bed and prepared it for the baby. Denmark then lightly placed the sleeping child into the crib and kissed his forehead wishing him a goodnight. Netherlands stood kind of awkwardly for a moment before Denmark invited him to bed, taking off his shirt before scooting into the bed next to the Dane.
"Tak." Denmark said nuzzling in close to the other.
Netherlands smiled, "Graag gedaan."
Pulling the Dutchman in, he leaned in all the way and kissed the other on the lips receiving kisses back. It was nice, their kiss, quiet and slow, hoping not to wake the baby. Netherlands cupped Denmark's cheek to pull him in a little more. Kissing the other one last time before they broke. The Dane turned so he was able to see Christiania and pressed his back against the other's chest. Netherlands wrapped his arms around the companion and leaned over him slightly to see the sleeping baby once more. He laid back down, nuzzling his nose in the other's wild hair as the Dane let a hand dip over the bed close to the baby.
"I remember when we were just fuck buddies… that was what… a day ago?" Denmark said chuckling.
"mmm." Netherlands grunted slightly kissing the other's neck.
"What are we now?"
"Parents… of a baby who may be screwed up by your drinking…"
"More like by your weed…"
"Whatever. Either way… we're parents."
"What's this mean for us?"
Netherlands looked down at the big cobalt eyes staring back at his olive ones, "We're together…" He started, "we're a couple…"
Denmark smiled up at the Dutchman and pulled him down into another soft kiss. He was still tired but would stay up forever with this man. They kissed for a couple seconds before breaking and resting on the bed.
"Do your bandages need changing?" Netherlands asked nuzzling into the others hair.
"Not until morning…" Denmark said pressing his back to the other's warm chest, "till then I'll be fine," He yawns and reaches for the light, turning it off, "Godnat~."
"goedenacht… Mathias."
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Denmark woke the next morn alone in the bed. He looked to the crib, panicking a little when he didn't see Christiania. He sat up a little to quickly for his stomachs sack. Holding it and clenching from the pain he stumbled out the bedroom door, down the stairs and into the kitchen. He sighed in relief, seeing Netherlands and some of the other Nordics in the kitchen. The Dutchman was cleaning, while Finland, Sweden, and Norway were playing around with the baby in his new high chair, made by Sweden the past night. Sweden was the first to see the Dane leaning heavily on the door frame and walked over to help him towards a chair. Netherlands stopped his cleaning and went for the aid kit the doctors had given them.
"Y'u ok'y?" The Swede asked sitting Denmark down on a chair next to Christiania.
"Ja… just got up to fast." He said smiling as he twirled his finger in the air above the bouncing happy baby, "Should go put on new bandages though."
"We'll look after Christiania." Finland smiled, holding up some baby formula.
"Have ye thought of a human name yet?" Norway asked bluntly jingling keys over the baby's head.
Denmark paused for a moment, and looked at Netherlands, "N-No I didn't even think of it to be honest…"
"Think about it later," The Dutchman said helping the other up walking him toward the bedroom, "We have to deal with your bandages."
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"Berwald made a crib." Netherlands said leading the Dane up the stairs and down the hall.
"Ain't girly is it?" Denmark smirked making the other chuckle.
"Hope not." There was a smirk on the Dutchman's face as he sat the other down, putting the first aid kit down on the bed and sad on his knees in front of the Dane. He started to unwrap the bandages seeing the Dane flinch a couple times. He placed his hand gently on the gauze before carefully peeling it off.
"Some on your stitches opened…" Netherlands said calmly, "It's not bad, an easy fix."
Denmark nodded as he looked down at his long cut stitches, "Do ye think it'll scar?"
"Don't know." The Dutchman said bluntly as he put the new gauze on and started to wrap the bandages around the Dane again.
"Jan…" Denmark whispered, grabbing one of the other's wrists, "Do you think… we'll be good parents?"
Netherlands looked up finishing before he pushed himself up enough so he could kiss the other. He pulled away having a tinge of a smile to his lips, "Ja… I do. Well, if you don't get drunk."
"pfft, Or you getting' high…"
"Whatever," Netherlands said rolling his eyes slightly, "you're done. Put some clothes on so we can go dow-"
"Okay Okay!" The Dane butted in, "just… come 'ere."
Netherlands smiled seeing the Dane pull him in, he kneeled again as their lips touched and moved together. His hands moved and massaged along the other thighs as he felt the warm tender palms holding his head in place, as the hands fingers lightly tapped on his neck. If he could, he would take the Dane there, just because they could, or, was it something else. Ever since the baby came he felt… different. Like some sort of realization was taking over and from this feeling, damn did he love it. He boosted himself up a little more to deepen the kiss as the other started to flick his tongue along his lower lip. He generously countered with his own, moving a hand up to the back of the other neck to kiss in deeper as the other let his tongue play and explore with the other muscle inside. It wasn't until the need filled sigh from Denmark did he snap back to reality, ironically Denmark snapped back to same. They disconnected quickly staring at each other.
"Baby…" Denmark huffed slightly catching his breath as he squirmed out of his scrub bottoms from the hospital, "l-let's go down stairs…. Pants are in the drawer."
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"glad to see you still go commando Mathias." The Dutchman said helping the other with his pants, holding back his urges.
"Ha! Yeah, nurses weren't too happy about it though."
Netherlands chuckled as he stood helping his boyfriend up from the bed, he reached for a shirt for the other to wear, "Here," he said helping the other put it on, "you know he's going to grow up fast… have you thought of a name yet?"
"No I haven't… I didn't even think of schooling or anything like that…" Mathias said buttoning the shirt, "Human names are so hard to pick… Kids can be made fun of for anything… What do you think?"
He smoothed his hands gently along the other's sides, "Well… I guess I'll help… you're choice really…"
"ye know we won't be able to fool around as much?" Denmark smirked, "Better make the times alone Reaallly special."
The Dutchman rolled his eyes and took the other's hand leading him downstairs, "damn right we will…"
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They walked down the stairs hearing giggling and laughing and to the presence of three more guests, one in which practically tackled them both when they walked in.
"Congrats!" The happy Belgian girl said hugging them up making Denmark wince from his stitches.
"Bloem!" Denmark smiled walking and sitting next to the baby as his Dutchman held her. "T-Tak!"
Christiania bounced and giggled as he saw his "Denmother" sit and started to reach for the Dane to pick him up. He was lifted out of his chair by the Dane and kissed on the forehead, making him giggle.
It was then there was a knocking on the door, Finland stood and went to get it.
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"Well… look at the happy little dysfunctional family~." The English accent practically poured through the room followed by laugher.
Denmark stood and took a couple steps back holding the baby tightly in his arms, finding himself up against the wall now. Netherlands did the opposite, almost charging forward being stopped by his siblings, "Don't you Fucking come near us Arthur!"He roared making the Englishman jump and step back.
"He had what was coming to him…" England countered.
"For what?! Making a joke!?" Netherlands stood up straight, "Leave now… or the next revolution WON'T be a glorious one."
"Tsk Tsk," England sounded as he reached into his pocket pulling out Netherlands' pipe, putting it out onto the table, "Thank you for the DNA Jan… you should've checked to see if I had stolen more than one." He smirked up at Denmark, "Have fun being a parent… Don't screw this one up."
Netherlands balled his fists as his siblings stepped back seeing his raged filled aura. Before he could move though, Sweden and Finland decided to interject, grabbing the Englishman by the jacket and dragging him out.
"You need to leave." Finland said through his teeth.
"Don' exp'ct ta se' yer Bror an'time soon." Sweden said shoving him out the door and almost slamming it too hard.
"Jan…" Denmark said rocking the now crying baby in his arms. He could feel his heart beat rapidly, not for them, but for the baby.
"Leave them…" Norway said nodding to the others to go into the next room.
As the coast was clear the Dutchman spun around and moved quickly to the other standing close, "you okay?" he ask worried for the both of them.
"J-Ja." Denmark nodded.
Netherlands leaned down slightly to kiss the baby's head and whisper , "hey hey. maak je geen zorgen, je goed bent, je bent oke. Papa en mama zijn hier. [[hey hey. do not worry, you're good, you're okay. Mom and dad are here.]]" He then stood as the Dane kept bouncing the baby lightly and kissed him softly as a sign not to worry.
The baby started giggling, and they both smiled down at him.
"Søren…" Denmark said. "I want to call him Søren."
TBC