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Summary: The Denmarks from Scandinavia and the World and Hetalia switched places.
Female counterparts or the lack thereof? An overly cheerful Norwegian or one that's cold-hearted and mildly violent with invisible spiritual friends? A happy stoned Dutchman or a unsmiling bunny-loving one? And a Swede that seemed to be even more agitated/frightening than usual?
So could Matthias find a way back with his sanity intact? And could Denmark survive in the unfamiliar and much less than friendly parallel world?

For those new to the Hetalia fandom, below are some human names used by Hetalia nations:

Matthias Køhler (non-canon)– Denmark
Lars van Rijn (non-canon)– the Netherlands
Gilbert Beilschmidt– Prussia
Berwald Oxenstjärna– Sweden

I'm Denmark! Just Not from Around Here

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Universe: Scandinavia and the World

[Hetalia Denmark's POV]

Matthias Køhler jolted awake with a vague recollection of a dream with beers and familiar foreign lands and a seriously pissed Norway that he couldn't quite remember and falling–couldn't forget about the falling part!–but was immediately hit with a killer headache resulted from a hangover. So okay, maybe the beer part wasn't a dream?

He groaned, dragging himself out of bed and sauntered towards where he remember his wardrobe to be to find something not-too-dirty to cover his Danish flag imprinted boxer and bare torso...and found a whole wardrobe of Danish flag waving at him.

What the–?

Matthias blinked, thinking the liquor he consumed last night must've done some damage to his better judgment, but the flags were still there after he stared at them stupidly for five minutes. Slowly he picked up a piece of cloth, then realizing it was in fact a shirt–two size too small–made to look like his flag.

It all seemed like some sort of joke. Only that he couldn't think of anyone who had enough free time to play such a prank on him as to rearrange his wardrobe...unless it was Prussia who was no longer an actual country, but as far as Matthias know, the ex-nation seemed to be more interested in bothering the aristocrat farther south.

Odd.

He put on the patriotic (but ridiculous) shirt and a pair of jeans that only reached about a foot above his ankle (not to mention way too tight at some places) before fiddling with his cell phone to sent Gilbert Beilschmidt a questioning text...only to receive an auto-message saying that the phone was out of service*.

Now, Matthias was really confused.

But apparently the peculiarity of the day wasn't over yet because when he trailed into the kitchen in those embarrassing flag-ish outfit, he saw a dude with sandy blond hair–somehow also wearing a hilarious shirt that emblazoned the Danish flag–sitting sleepily at the table sipping a bottle beer.

A cute blond dude* (which was a plus). Matthias noted to himself. And a Dane. He added, since he was the nation of Denmark, he could tell his people at a glance.

But strangely, the longer Matthias looked at the other male the less sure he was of the other's identity. Because rather than the infantine feeling of when interacting with his own, it felt more like the intimate tingling he often got when Norway and–should he admit it–Sweden were around only...even more intimate.

Was it possible that he was another nation?

Matthias wondered, but inwardly shook his head. Because he was sure that man was a Dane and unlike Italy, there should only be one Denmark–and that was him!

So who was that guy?

And since it's not like he could figure it out by brooding over it, he did the only thing any intelligent person would do–by plastering on a winning smile before leaning over the other man and ask.

"Godmorgen. Fancy telling me who you are?"

The man blinked his bleary blue eyes a few times before it widen with shock, the beer bottle fell from his hands and land on the floor with a loud clang!, splattering liquid everywhere.

Matthias didn't have time to figure out what had shocked–scared?–the other so, before a high-pitch ear-splitting scream burst from the other's throat.

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Universe: Hetalia

[SatW Denmark's POV]

Denmark, however, had a relatively peaceful morning since he didn't wake up until near noon (though it was partially due to the absence of Norway's usual morning phone calls). In his sleepy state just upon waking, he found nothing weird or wrong in his familiar room of his familiar house in his familiar capital.

Of course the drowsy Dane completely missed the huge axe–with a small silver crown dangling off the handle tip and a gleaming polished edge that could slice flesh and bone like butter–that was just lying innocently on the other side of the bed where it certainly didn't exist in his prior home.

Mumbling to himself, Denmark pulled himself out of bed and across the room to his wardrobe (while somehow managing to not fall asleep again in the process) to get his clothes. But it wasn't until he was almost fully dressed–in a too large black turtleneck sweater and faded jeans that's dragging to the floor–that he noticed something was seriously off.

His Danish-flag shirts were all gone! And was, moreover, replaced by degrading human fashion colors that were not red and white!

There was only one nation in the whole world that held so deep a grudge against him who would go all this way just to humiliate him. And as it was the case, it wasn't much wonder that Denmark's thoughts immediately went his fellow Scandinavian, Sweden.

If it was the way he wanted to play, so be it!

But after finding his cell phone on the desk the Dane ultimately decided against notifying Norway, knowing his cheerful taller friend would just stop whatever ravage prank he had in mind for the Swede. So instead Denmark sent a text message to his partner-in-crime the Netherlands (all the while pulling at the jeans that were hanging off his hips), telling the Dutchman how Sweden had stolen all his clothes and needing help.

Having that taken care of, Denmark meandered, with much difficulty dressed in those unfit jeans, into the kitchen for a late breakfast and maybe a bottle of beer to go with it–

Only to come face to face with the most horrifying beast he had have the misfortune to encounter in the very recent years.

So of course Denmark screamed.

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[Hetalia Netherlands' POV]

An hour and a hasty boarded direct flight later found a very confused Dutchman walking the streets of Copenhagen, a small duffle bag with shirts and trousers promptly thrown in over one shoulder.

Maybe it was one of those days when you got up in the morning and you just knew the day started wrong. Lars van Rijn wasn't sure, but was beginning to have this queasy feeling.

Because the message he received from Denmark could only be describe as weird.

It had said Sweden stole all of Denmark's clothes. Sweden as in Berwald Oxenstjärna, the stoic perpetual frowner that didn't seem capable of any form of joke? The whole thing was so absurd it wasn't even funny, unless it was some sort of Nordic gag the Dutchman couldn't understand. On the other hand though, if somebody told him Matthias was the one who pulled such a prank, he'd deem it believable. But not the Swede.

Moreover even if by some otherworldly miracle causing the Swede to really lost his mind for a day, why would Matthias asked him for help?

Lars knew the Dane of course, but that didn't mean they were that close.

And wasn't Finland more fit for the job?

The nation of the Netherlands frowned. Since he saw no reason to meddle with others' affairs, he'll just drop the clothes and be on his way and leave the Nordics to sort things out themselves. So if truth be told, Lars hadn't really expected his day to turn any weirder.

But he was confirmed wrong the moment he opened the front door of the Dane's house (many countries didn't bother with locking their front doors since they trusted their people, but of course still with a few exceptions like the Netherlands himself since he had a house in Amsterdam) and found a blond-haired stranger dressed in Matthias' too-large clothes that fainted in front of a moose specimen*.

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* I didn't think Prussia still exist in the SatW universe (though one could argue since Nazi Germany seemed does still exist, weird huh?).

* Sister Denmark if you were wondering. I seemed to remember Humon saying that if Sister Denmark wore a baggy shirt people would think she's a guy with long hair. And since in my headcanon all Hetalia characters were to some extent bi, Matthias would have no problem hitting on her even though he thought her to be a man.

* The famous moose that swam from Sweden. I didn't think Matthias would be freaking out over it, but rather made the largest wild animal that dare trespass his home into a decoration.