Disclaimer: Once again, this would be canon if I owned Hetalia.
Names:
Mikkel - Denmark, Berwald - Sweden, Lukas - Norway, Gilbert - Prussia
Hårfarve
There was one thing about Mikkel that not many people know. It was possibly the single best piece of blackmail That someone could have against him. (Un)Fortunately, only his siblings (the Germanics) and the other Nordics knew.
However, that may not be the case for long.
Berwald was rudely woken up by what sounded like his brother having a mental breakdown in the bathroom. He was about to go back to sleep, but then remembered the last time something like this had happened while all three of the Scandinavian nations were together. Not wanting to have to deal with Lukas trying to kill the Dane for waking him up before he had his morning coffee, he got up.
He found the Dane curled up in the fetal position on the floor of the bathroom, shaking as he sobbed. Berwald just stared at him.
After a minute, Mikkel apparently sensed his presence and cried, "Berry... Just leave me alone to die..."
Berwald just glared at him. "Don't call me that." He sighed. "Keep your whining down."
"But I'm out!" Mikkel cried, sobbing uncontrollably.
It was at that point that the Swede the sound he had been dreading- a door slamming against the wall.
Berwald had barely dived into the bathtub in time before Lukas stalked into the room and forced Mikkel up by the collar. "Hvilken patetisk grunn vekket du meg opp for nå da?" he snarled.
"I'm out of hair dye!" Mikkel sobbed.T
Berwald saw Lukas stare at him in disbelief before just dropping him on the floor and stalking out of the room, muttering something in some dialect he couldn't understand.
The threat of an annoyed Norwegian gone for now, he stared at Mikkel, who had assumed his earlier position of crying on the floor. "What." he deadpanned.
"I'm out of my special hair dye!"
The Swede's hand was once again aquatinted with his face. After a moment, he asked, "And?"
"They'll realize I'm not blond! Then they'll compare me to Roderich!"
"Go to the store."
"Mine's custom made! And the guy's been dead for almost five years!"
"Can't just buy some?"
"The amount of lye he used in it is probably illegal now."
Mikkel brightened a bit upon hearing Lukas' voice and got onto his knees while saying, "You can help me, can't you Nornor?"
Lukas just stared at him, a small hint of disgust in his eyes. "What have I said about calling me that?"
At this point, Berwald realized he was still sitting in the tub and got out. "Lye?"
"He's been using the same thing since the Viking Age," Lukas answered, sipping from his coffee mug. "Just lye. Probably other stuff in it, but mainly that."
"Mm. So, they'll realize you're not blond."
Mikkel started sobbing again, causing the other two to sigh. Suddenly, Lukas smirked, casing Berwald to give him a warning look, which he ignored.
"There's a NATO meeting next week," the Norwegian said.
Mikkel started bawling, causing Berwald to stare disapprovingly at him. "Shut up."
Lukas just shrugged and walked off, leaving Berwald to figure out what to do with his brother.
Five days later, you could already see the roots of Mikkel's hair turning back to a light brown. It actually wasn't too noticeable, but since the Dane could tell when looking in the mirror, he was lying in his bed, making Berwald basically mother him. (Lukas had left the same day they had found this out, not wanting to deal with him.)
This continued until the oldest Germanic barged into Berwald's house.
"North-North!" Gilbert screamed, slamming the door open. "I can't find North-South anywhere!"
Berwald glared at him until he remembered to take off his shoes. That done, the Prussian continued, "We were supposed to go drinking awesome beer and shock people with our awesomeness! He ditched me!"
"Ran out of hair dye."
Gilbert blinked. He started snickering. "He ran out of hair dye?" He suddenly blanched. "Wait, his awesomeness will go down if this continues! Blondness increases awesomeness by 10%!"
"...You're not blond."
"I'm albino. That's even more awesome."
Berwald just stared at him.
After a moment, Mikkel came into the hallway, a blanket covering his hair. "Oh... Hi Gil..." he said with no enthusiasm. "I thought I told you to leave me to die of depression..."
Gilbert took out his phone and checked his messages. "Nope."
"Must've never went through..." Mikkel sighed. "Just go..."
Before he could leave the hallway, the Prussian grabbed him and started forcing him out the door. "Nein! You are coming and having awesome beer with me!"
Berwald stared at the still open door, mentally counting down. As if on cue, Gilbert rushed in and grabbed their shoes before running back out the door with a quick "bye" to the Swede.
Translations:
Hvilken patetisk grunn vekket du meg opp for nå da? (Norwegian) - What pathetic reason have you woken me up for now?
Nein (German) - No
Yes, Gilbert does call them that. Why? It's funny. I might change it to Northwest and Northeast but I don't know.
If you're wondering why I decided to make this there are four reasons: 1. My friend keeps telling me weird stuff. 2. Back in the Viking Age, some used lye to dye their hair blond. 3. Mikkel's eyebrows are darker than his hair. 4. I was bored and am trying to get productive after I've been sick and have had stuff to do for school.
This was supposed to be a oneshot but it's turned into longer so I can show more people's reactions.
Anyway, I'm going to regret asking, but do you have any nations you want to see react to this?
