"BERWALD!" a smaller country screamed. His blue uniform, and big hat standing out amoung the snow. Denny felt his heart rip as the much taller nation let out a small 'kolkolkol' and grabbed Tino, throwing him over his shoulder. "BERWALD, NO PLEASE!" Tino was screaming, fighting to get away. Denny felt rage overtake his shocked brain. His eyes flashing red slightly. He stood up, holding his axe tightly, advancing on the much taller power-hungry Russian. His viking side taking over his normally sarcastic and teasing side.
"HEJ. Jeg sl r dig ihjel, B sse!" he screamed at him, jabbing the Russian with his axe threateningly, his rather thick accent and loud voice echo around the snowy clearing. The Russian turned around, swinging the pipe into the Dane's head. Denmark moaned a bit but jabbed the Russian again, looking pissed off.
"Stupid little country, do not interfere with mother Russia!" the Russian chanted in his slightly ghostly like voice. Denmark didn't even flinch. "Let Tino go! He has to stay with Berwald!" he yelled, jabbing the Russian again. The Russian growled. "No, we fought, and Sweden lost, thus, I get my prize, more land," he said coldly, swinging the pipe again, in which Denmark managed to dodge quickly enough this time.
"NO. He has to stay here! I won't let you take him!" he yelled. The Russian dropped Finland, twisting his arm in a funny position and pressing down on it. "If you don't let me go, I'll torture him," he threatened, Tino squeaked in pain and horror. Denmark's eyes widened.
"N-no!" he said looking at him in horror, trying to pull away Russia's hand from Tino's arm, making the Russian in question press down harder. "STOP." Denmark yelled. "IF you let Tino go, You will have the title over Denmark for a century, I will come and live with you and serve you as the Baltics do themselves!"
In saying this, the Russian grabbed Denmark's collar. "Let's go," he said with an innocent smile. Denmark pulled away roughly. "I'm going on my own free will," he growled. "Don't touch me," he snapped. Russia frowned, then blinked as he heard /her/ voice. "Oh god, she found me.." he muttered, starting to run back towards his house. Denmark rolled his eyes, and followed slowly. Soon enough, they got to his house, and Russia went into one of his hidden rooms to cry.
Denmark huffed angrily and looked at the Baltics. "So, what do I do?" he asked flatly. Lativa blinked, shivering madly. "Y-you ca-can always go work on the garden..it's out back.." he said softly. "Don't hurt the flowers though, Russia-san would be upset.." he said softly. Denmark gave a bark of laughter. "There are laws against harming hedgehogs in Denmark, yet you tell me to not harm a mere flower!" he snapped. He scoffed at the smaller country and went out to the garden and began to water them.
This was about the time Belarus walked in. "Hey! Crazy lady! 'E's not here, come back later!" he called to her, as the Baltics were trying to shoo her out. She left angrily grumbling to herself. Denmark sighed and went to go look for Russia with the other Baltics. "Russia!" he called, opening the door to a random closet he had never seen before. Russia was in the floor crying.
Despite what had happened, Denmark felt his heart lurch. He /hated/ it when someone was crying. "Hej, Russia, what's wrong?" he asked softly. He looked at the Russian with some sympathy.
"Belarus is what's wrong, no matter what I say, she won't leave me alone.." he sobbed. Denmark frowned and slowly moved to sit next to the Russian. "Russia, you just have to enforce your answer, make her believe your answer is no.." he said patting the nation on the head. Russia flinched a bit.
"No matter what I do, she always follows me around!" he said sobbing. Denmark closed his eyes and smiled. "You know what I do when my family is upset? When Tino got scared, or upset, I made funny faces for him, and my Nephew enjoys chocolate... which reminds me.." he said softly.
"I wanted to ask you something Russia," he said quietly. Russia looked at him. "What?" "Is it alright if my nephew comes to visit me? He'll die if he doesn't see me for a century.." he said quietly.
Russia grumbled something. "Sure, whatever," he said softly. Denmark smiled, and stood up, going to finish his chores. "Thank you Russia.." he said softly.
A few hours later, Denmark went into the closet to check on Russia. He had fallen asleep. Denmark ducked his head and blushed furiously, shaking like the Baltics did. Russia looked so cute.. and his nose was adorable.. NO! What am I thinking! he said still staring at the sleeping nation. He felt his face heat up, and he slammed the door, leaning against it, surprised that Ivan didn't wake up.
There was a knock at the door, and Denmark went and answered it, followed by a yell. "UNCLE DENMARK!" Sealand screamed, hugging his Uncle tightly. Denmark laughed happily. "Peter! Hej, I miss ye'!" he said handing him a chocolate bar. Sealand took it and hugged his Uncle around the neck after Denmark had picked him up.
Denmark looked up to see Norway standing in the door. "Norge! What are you doing here!" he said smiling. He hugged Norge, who slapped him the kissed him lightly. "You're a idiot."
Denmark took a step back. "D-did you hit your head or something Norge..?" he asked softly. He looked up when Russia walked in with a hoarse- "Close the door." as he headed ino his office.
Denmark set Russia down and followed him slowly, heading towards Ivan's office, knocking lightly before opening it. "Hej.. what's wrong Russia?" he asked him softly. Russia sighed. "Everyone has something to be happy. You have your family, England has his, and I have no one.." he said softly.
Denmark lifted up Russia's face by his chin, looking at him. "Ivan, there has to be a point in your life when you were happy.." he said softly. "Sunflower's make you happy don't they..?"
Russia nodded and lookes away again, pulling out a Sunflower plush toy he had named Sunny. "Yes, sunflowers do make me happy, but I have no one to share my happiness with.." he said softly.
Denmark's head tilted a bit. "Like a friend?" he asked as Russia nodded. He smiled a bit and nodded thoughtfully. "Hej Russia, maybe.. we could try to be friends?" he asked softly. He smiled at him warmly as Russia's eyes widened. "Y-you mean it?" he asked smiling a bit, hope and begging filling his violet eyes, the innocent look coming back to him.
Denmark blushed when Ivan got that innocent look on his face.. He rubbed his cheeks, trying to stop blushing. "Friends then?" Denmark asked smiling at him. Ivan nodded and hugged him tightly. "Friends."
Denmark's face went completely red, but smiled, his heart pounding furiously.
And he looked at Ivan's face, and smiled, swearing his saw sunflowers.
A Viking began to love a Russian.