A/N: I hope you guys enjoy my new multi chapter story, this time we are focusing on Denmark! I love Denmark haha so he gets a story finally. I'm looking forward to this one, it should be fun :D
Let me know if you have any questions or comments!
I do not own Hetalia!
Containment 41
There was something about the way the wind was blowing, the way the trees were swaying eerily in the crisp night. The lack of animal sounds in the silence under the dim moon. Something about the clouds rolling in slowly, ready to cover the moon's light.
Something was off. Denmark could feel it as he wandered leisurely through the woods, his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. It was a bit of an unnerving feeling, especially since he could not place what could possibly be wrong. He decided to think back to the daylight hours.
Lunch had been out in town, accompanied by Norway. The couple had chatted and for the most part, Lukas was in a good mood, though only Mathias could tell that. He was happy to see Lukas enjoying himself, but something had caught his eye outside the restaurant window.
Some man, wearing casual clothes and for the most part looking like your average Joe. Except, he had looked… ill? Yes, ill. Mathias had decided the man looked ill, and should probably go back to his home and rest. He had thought about pointing it out to Lukas, who was more skilled when it came to medical symptoms and whatnot, but before he could, the man was suddenly running. He had skidded down the sidewalk and rounded a corner, faster than someone that ill looking should be able to.
But he had never appeared again and Mathias let it go.
Looking back on it now, though, Mathias tried to recall any small details about that man. His eyes had seemed off, the coloring not quite right. And his face… Mathias tilted his head, staring blankly at a tree, trying to remember. His face had had an estranged expression, as though he was not all there at all.
Just then, a young doe pranced out of the bushes, startling Mathias out of his thoughts. He whipped around and looked at it, meeting its beady eyes for a brief moment before the creature turned away and continue on its path. Mathias half smiled, watching it go.
"Mathias…?"
The Dane recognized the quiet voice right away and turned, coming face to face with Lukas. His smile grew and he reached out, grabbing the Norwegian's hand.
"Hey, there," Mathias greeted. "What're you doing out here?"
Lukas looked up at him, tilting his head a fraction, "I'm wondering what you're doing out here, wandering around in the dark with that stupid look on your face."
"I was just enjoying the night, I guess," Mathias told him, thinking about the off feeling about everything around him. "Do you want me to come back in?"
Lukas shook his head. "No, of course not. I was just wondering…" he shrugged his thin shoulders and pulled lightly on Mathias's hand, muttering lowly, "Just come inside, you idiot…"
Mathias laughed and gave Lukas a kiss on the forehead, letting him lead the way back to their house.
Lukas pushed the door open and let go of the Dane's hand as he followed behind him and shut the door, locking it. Lukas wandered over to the couch and sat down, picking up the TV remote. Mathias joined him, wrapping his arm around the younger's waist and pulling him closer.
"Tino called me and told me to turn the news on," Lukas said as he held the remote out to the television, "but nothing happened. It was just static."
Proving his statement, Lukas pushed the red button and the two watched as the screen came to life. But all that was displayed was the grey static and awful noise that came with it.
"Is the TV broken?" Mathias asked, getting off the couch to go look at the TV, running a hand over the top.
"It better not be," Lukas dropped the remote onto the cushion. "We just bought it."
"I know," Mathias leaned forwards to peer behind the set, examining the wires and tightening a few. But nothing changed, even when he attempted to change the channel.
Lukas let out a sigh. "Guess we should call somebody about it tomorrow," he stated and Mathias shrugged, pushing the power button and sitting back down beside Lukas.
"Well, did Tino tell you what was on the news?"
"No, he just said to turn it on. I could call him back and ask."
Mathias watched Lukas as he lifted his phone and called Finland back, raising the phone up to his ear.
"Tino. No, I couldn't. Our TV must be broken; all we are getting is static and-… You are, too? Oh…" Lukas glanced up at Mathias, shifting a bit on the couch. "Yeah, I guess. A disease? Really? How much of Europe? Wow… Okay, thanks. Bye."
Mathias cocked his head, demanding, "Well? What is it?"
"Just some sickness that's spreading around," Lukas explained, shrugging it off. "Probably nothing."
"Right, nothing…" Mathias nodded slowly, casting his gaze to the window.
Lukas stood up, looking at Mathias. "Let's just go to bed," he suggested, folding his arms across his chest. "We can look into it tomorrow. It's probably just a flu thing, nothing serious."