It's Ken here with my first attempt at a Hetalia fic! There are a few things I need to clarify though..

This chapter isn't chapter 1, it's the prologue. The reason why dark!Denmark exists in the first place is explained here.

In this fic, Norway is a woman who pretends to be a man. All of the Nordics know what she really is, but dark!Denmark was the first to uncover it.

All thought Norway is the only one of them who knows about Denmark's split personalities, the other Nordics, (Sweden, Finland, and Iceland,) have noticed that once a year Denmark seems to turn evil, and his eyes go from blue to red.

Denmark is not aware of his dark personality as of yet, and as such has no recollections of what dark!Denmark does to the other Nordics when he manages to gain control of Denmark's mind and body.

Dark!Denmark: This pitiful fool owns nothing but the plot.

PROLOGUE

~…That Fateful night many years ago…~

Denmark was at Norway's door, nervous beyond belief. He was finally going to confess his feelings for the Norwegian country, no matter what the outcome would be. He didn't care if he got rejected. He didn't care if Lukas began to lecture him about how it would look for the image of a Viking to be seen like this, much less the future King of Scandinavia. He only cared that Norway knew how he felt…. No matter the result. The Dane took a deep breath, and then knocked on Lukas' door a couple of times before stepping back.

'Who could possibly want anything right now?' The Norwegian female was inwardly grumbling, as she trudged to her door and opened it slowly. She was greeted by the taller Nordic country giving his signature idiotic grin, holding a bouquet of yellow lilies. Wait, lilies? Those couldn't possibly be for her, right? 'Lukas' seemed to forget that the moment, 'he' was currently in a dark purple nightgown with 'his' hair down. Instead of laughing at her, (like she expected him to since he thought she was a man like him,) the Dane's cheeks turned red, oddly enough.

"H-hej Lukas... Why are you in a nightgown?"

"D-don't worry about that right now. Why are you here with flowers behind your back?"

"It's common courtesy to answer a question before asking one first." That statement earned him a door slam in the face, as a flushed Norway trudged back into Iceland's room, continuing with his lessons in etiquette.

"Your face is red like a tomato, sister."

"H-hush Iceland! And don't tell anyone that I am a girl, ok?"

"I know, I know. Can we continue with the lesson so I can go out and play?"

While the two siblings quarreled in the house, Denmark walked back home with his head down. 'I didn't know Norway liked to cross-dress? He didn't look half bad though. I WILL tell him my feelings, and he WILL listen!"

Little did the Nordics know that one failed confession would lead to a trillion more…?

Many months later, after Denmark conquered Sweden

Denmark got up bright and early that day, wearing his signature cap and jacket over his red shirt. He knocked on Norway's door, which didn't take long as his room was only two doors down. The smaller Nordic already knew what to expect and opened the door before he got get a second knock on the door. As soon as she saw it was him she swung the door closed with all of her strength. Much to her dismay however, Denmark forced the door open and began to speak.

"LISTEN TO ME, NORGE. I LO-" His confession was interrupted by a certain male with glasses bitterly walking down the halls with his 'wife' Finland. Norway took this chance to choke Denmark with the tie conveniently visible from his jacket. Yes, this was a common sight in the Nordic household. Finland being carried around by Sweden while being referred to as is 'wife.' And, of course, The King of the Nordics Denmark trying to confess his love for Norway, only to be stopped by Sweden and Finland bickering, or Lukas' habit of choking him with his own tie. This had happened so often that Iceland usually just sat back and cooked breakfast. Ever since all the Nordic countries were 'unified under one King of Scandinavia,' they all got lumped together in one big house. Iceland was still wondering how Denmark got all of the other countries to even consider becoming unified, until Denmark gave a rather abrupt answer.

"Convince Sweden to consider unification? HAH! I just kicked his ass with min axe until he agreed to come live with the rest of us!" Iceland just took whatever explanation he could get since Denmark wasn't the most keen in thorough explanations.

Meanwhile back with Denmark and Norway! Norway was fed up with Mathias trying to confess to her every day, (disreguard the redness forming in her cheeks) so she decided to end it all.

"Damn it Mathias stop trying to confess to me every day! How could anyone love such a clingy idiot who only thinks about himself and his stupidly oversized axe?!" Norway thought her words would only spur him into arguing with her for a long time, but he walked away, with his shoulders slumped and his head down low. She immediately felt like calling him back and apologizing, but she knew her stubbornness would allow her to do so tomorrow morning at the earliest. Mathias wallowed in a pit of self-loathing and despair for the next couple of weeks. Everyone in the house was beginning to get worried, even Berwald, and Lukas' attempts to apologize were all in vain. Whenever she knocked on his door she got no response. The few times she actually let herself into his him and gave her apology Mathias told her to go away. The following day Mathias actually came out of his room and ate, much to the other countries' surprise. But the usual blue glowing orbs that rested atop his nose were replaced by dark read spheres of hatred and loathe that looked like they might drip blood any time soon. The most disturbing part was that his signature smirk was plastered on his face, but Denmark was not the same. And they all knew it. No matter how similar he may seem in appearance, this was no longer Mathias. This was a demon Norway had unwitting unleashed onto the world. Silence filled the room as the red-eyed menace noisily ate his scrambled eggs and bacon. It was all they could do for the time being. None of the Nordics knew what the demon would do if they upset him, and no one was foolish enough to find out. The devilish character lifted up the giant axe in the air and smashed it on the table, hard enough to snap it in two, but he didn't send the weapon all the way through the wooden structure. Each country was now looking directly at him. His smirk grew wider. The wolf in sheep's clothing had their attention and he loved it.

"I suppose you all think I'm not your 'beloved friend' Denmark by now. But here's a surprise for ya; I am! And whatever whichever one of ya did to drive him over the edge caused him to give in to the darker side of his soul. Now I'm off to plot his revenge. Have a nice day." After that rather startling speech the 'spirit of vengeance', as he called himself, left the house with a loud thrashing as he swung his axe at the door, chopping it off. Using the blunt force of the axe, the door was tossed off its hinges as it spread debris around the front of the house. The deranged demon walked off, cackling at the looks of their faces and the destruction he had just caused. Leaving all of them, especially Norway, to reflect on what they had done.

THEY ALL HAD NO CLUE JUST WHAT THAT DEMON WAS CAPABLE OF. BUT THEY WOULD FIND OUT SOONER THAT THEY THOUGHT.

Preview of Chapter 1~

She was rushing to the shed only meters away, trying to shield herself from the devastation currently crashing down on her capital city. Yes, Oslo was now under siege. By whom you ask? Why it's none other than-

"ROUND UP EVERY MAN, WOMAN, AND CHILD! I WANT THEM ALL AS MY PRISONERS! LEAVE NO ONE LIVING THING BEHIND, YA HEAR ME?!" The mastermind of this sieging laughed manically as he neared the shed where she hid. He climbed on top of it and watched in marvel as the flag of the native country was burned down, only to be replaced by his own. His red spheres detected something moving in the shed. Thrust, after thrust, he brought down the full weight of his axe until the roof caved in, as he landed on his feet. An evil smirk crawled up to his lips as he had found her at last.

"Norway… NOW YOU WILL PAY!"