I was bored... I know i should update my other stories, but i love Denmark insanely (My hetalia friends say im Denmark). M for torture, swear words, gore. Maybe rape, maybe not.
So here is Denmark. I sware i'll update my How To Train Your Dragon soon.

Denmark: What are you planning?!

Me: Torture, poison, maybe rape.

Denmark: Fuck.

Me: Dont be that way! Oh, do you want to say something?

Denmark: Fine. the-pony-wizard does not own Hetalia. Because if she did, the whole world would spiral into a black abyss of...

Me: *covered Denmark's mouth with hand* Now now Denny dont tell them my plans for world domination unless you want something particularely gruesome to happen to you.

Denmark: *gulp* Please help me. *whispers*

Me: *laughs evilly* Oh silly Denmark... Its to late for you... :)

Enjoy! ^J^

-(Denmark)-

"You'll never get anything out of me." Denmark narrowed his usually happy blue eyes. The man in front of him whipped him again, but the blonde Nordic refused to cry out in pain or divulge any information.

"Eventually you'll break down, realizing no one is coming for you, and tell us everything. But if you tell us now you'll go through less pain."

"I'm not a traitor, or a weakling. Bring it on, you dirty bastard." Denmark spat blood at the man. The man's eyes narrowed and he ferociously kicked Denmark's ribs, over and over, until he heard several cracks.
Almost unwillingly, blood spilt out of Denmark's mouth as the blonde coughed. The other man grinned maliciously. "Don't mess with me. I know exactly where your little friend Norway is." Denmark's beautiful eyes widened. "No..." He whispered. The man smirked.

"So you better behave."

The man brought the whip handle down ontop of the Nordic Nation's head forcefully and grinned as the the shackled man passed out. Then all happiness left his face and he pulled out his cell phone. "Louis, we're gonna need more here. This ones a tough nut to crack." He strode confidently out of the cell and locked the door.

"Sleep well, and have sweet dreams." He whispered to the prisoner. "Cause a nightmare that could rival hell is coming your way."

-(Other Nations)-

"Where is Denmark? Is he skipping on us?! And why hasnt he invited me?!" America huffed in annoyance.

"Yes, oddly, i have not heard from Denmark." Germany added. England frowned at the American Nation, deciding to ignore Germany for the time being. America really needed to sit down.

"That is not how gentleman act, America, now sit down and be quiet. I'm sure Denmark is fine." But even as England said this, he knew otherwise. He had a feeling Denmark was in trouble.

"Ve~ Norway, do you know where Denmark is?" Italy smiled at the Nordic.

"No. I dont. Why would I?" Norway was currently scribbling something on a sheet of paper, but glanced up at Italy while he answered the brunette Nation. His cold icy eyes looked emotionless, but underneath, he was afraid.

Afraid for Denmark.

-(Mitchell And The Boss)-

"Mitchell, you told me you could handle this man. You said it would be a peice of cake. You said you could do it with your eyes closed. You fucking lied, and you know what i do to liars."

"I'm sorry sir, i didnt know he was a Nation, or Nordic, or-"

"Dont give me your stupid excuses! I gave you a full file on this guy, to the very last ounce of hair gel he wears! I dont give a shit what went wrong, you had better get this guy singin' like a bird, or you ain't gonna be singin' AT ALL."

"Of c-course sir, i understand sir."

"Now get going. You have permission to use whatever weapons you want, but not under any circumstance, any chance or anything, are you to kill this man."

"Yes sir."

"Now get out of sight, you filthy animal."

-(Norway and Iceland)-

"Norway, what happened to Denmark?" Iceland looked up at Norway with wide eyes.

Norway sighed. "I dunno kid. I dunno."

-(A/N)-

Hope you enjoyed!

Denmark: Please review, follow, and favorite...

Me: Yes. It may make me hurt Denmark less.

Denmark: PLEASE!