Disclaimer: Axis Powers Hetalia is not owned by me , but by Hidekaz Himaruya.

This is part two, however, I split it in half because it is quite long... So, I hope this is still enjoyed ^_^

So, for history's sake: When Sweden ran off and escaped the Kalmar Union with Finland, it wasn't too long before that when Denmark got Estonia back from Prussia. So, in this share, Estonia is a servant in Denmark's house. I rather like to write out the nations in a more human way instead of just portraying them as the entire country, because really, they are people too. As for Greenland and Faeroes, well, they were under Norwegian rule, so when the Kalmar Union happened and Norway (along with Sweden) was brought under the rule of a Danish monarchy, it basically brought those two nations indirectly into it as well. Same with Iceland. --Shetland and Orkney was also part of the Kalmar Union because of the Kingdom of Norway being under the Danish monarch, just for fun facts~

Also.. I should mention, this story takes place in 1523. The year that marked the end of the Kalmar Union (1397-1523)


That day he had left for his office. Being the ruler over several nations brought along with it a lot of work that needed to be done, and he had found himself being cramped up in that one room the rest of the night, not even coming down for something to eat. When Estonia had come to fetch him, he had rudely shoved his newest servant away with the message that he would get something later.

He stifled a yawn and put the quill down to rest on a piece of cloth so it could dry, and put a cork on the well of ink, setting the whole thing aside. He stood up and popped a few joints, then walked out and closed the door behind him.

Finding his way back down the hallway once more he found himself coming across a horrible scene. Quickly realizing that this was how he'd left Norway, he frowned a little. Why hadn't he gotten up from the floor yet? He was still lying there naked in the middle of the hallway of their private quarters, sobbing uncontrollably. Slowly he closed the distance between himself and Tobias and he kneeled down to inspect him a bit.

"... Norge?"

He barely heard his name being called, infact, what even was his name again? He didn't even want to remember it…Though, feeling a familiar hand on him, he flinched away, eyes opening wide in fear. "Go away!" He screamed. He wasn't even sure what that could possibly lead to but at this rate, it wasn't like anything was going to get better for him anyway. Raising his head and pushing himself up onto his hands, which felt easier to do now, he glared straight at Denmark. He shook a bit though, from how cold he was from laying there naked for what was probably hours, and the lack of energy he was using to keep himself up.

Frowning deeper at the nation beneath him who shied away from his touch, he tried to reach out again. To be honest, he barely remembered what had happened a few hours ago, and now that he was finally seeing the result of his own actions, something else crept up on him. Some kind of odd feeling he couldn't quite place, though it wasn't all that comfortable and the more he looked at Norway, the more that feeling began to nag him.

"Hey... Norge? Uhm... let's go back, ja?" he said, before walking a few paces towards their room again. Realizing that the other didn't immediately follow him, he waited a second for him to get up.

He gave the Dane a cold, hard look before he pulled himself with his hands across the carpet. Away from Denmark and towards anywhere that kept distance between himself and that... monster. There were no other words he could think of to describe him. Why would he want to follow Denmark? If he cared at all, if he had any sort of regret for what he did, the least he could have done was help him up and not stare at him like he could in an easy instant. It hurt him deeply, like someone took a knife and repeatedly stabbed and cut at his heart, and this made him more angry.

"Faen ta deg, Danmark."

Then averting his eyes from Denmark to ahead of him he willed himself to get his broken body away. A body he was sure would be abused not only this one time. The times prior to now atleast had some sort of gentleness to it and care but not this time. This time was completely non-consensual, not that other times before now were not, but he gave in to them willingly after a few minutes. So as he kept going along the blood red carpet, too slow to actually get anywhere with this, his arms collapsed from under him and hit the fabric in a hopeless heap and wept. It was silent cries but things he cared about were vanishing from his mind or to the back of it. All that remained for him to care for right now was Iceland and protect him. Protect him and the others who were also taken to Denmark's house because he was..

When those words left Norge's mouth, he knew something was definitely wrong. He didn't feel any anger.

Instead something else settled in his stomach... something... something...was it, dread? He hadn't recognized this feeling, it wasn't something he felt very often - not for many years in fact. Maybe it was something else, he couldn't know that right now. All he knew, was that seeing Norge flinch away like that made him want to touch him, take hold of him.

This feeling became even worse when those cold eyes averted themselves from his. When Norge wouldn't even look at him anymore. What did he see right now? He started to wonder. The gnawing sensation getting worse as the minutes ticked by. It made him feel extremely uncomfortable and his very first thought was to leave so it would stop. But... something held him back, made him look at the struggling nation on the cold floor - like God himself wanted to hold him there and make him witness his own monstrosities.

He saw how Norge was trying to get further away from him, and still he wasn't angered. But... it hurt. That was what the tightening in his chest was, wasn't it? The feeling of something slowly starting to strangle whatever was left beating in his chest. It simply. Hurt.

So he wondered with himself there in silence, stood there rooted because of the others actions, his fruitless fight with his own escape - why did he feel the need to escape anyway? Would he go away? Vanish like the others? Leave him here alone for the rest of his life? ... For the first time since he could remember being almost slaughtered in battle as a youngster, he felt a genuine sense of deep fear grip him. It compelled him to act, pulled his body forwards towards the crawling, naked man. He didn't think about it, his feet simply moved on their own, propelling him forward and his arms completely betraying him as well as he gripped hold of Tobias's trembling frame and lifted him up, wordlessly going towards their room and taking in the protests that would undoubtedly come his way.

Strong arms around him and lifting him up left him with no physical protest. It pained him to move and even the action of getting help hurt. The littlest movement or touch to his lower body gave him inexplicable pain that he didn't completely realize from his futile attempts at getting away. So with no resistance in Denmark's arms he couldn't even think of anything to orally say to refuse the other. Infact, he hated himself for holding on to the Dane as the arms of a broken nation clung to the other in need. Sure he would protect Iceland, Greenland and Faeroe…but who was there to protect him? Nobody. The only one who could was the man who was his daily demise. The man he had sought refuge and aid from years ago. It was the man who he hated just as much as he loved.

It was all so wrong...so very wrong.

He doubted things would get better for him. With Sweden gone he was next in line for Denmark's rage.. unless Estonia --No... how could he ever wish for pain upon someone else like that? Sweden was atleast able to defend himself.. but Estonia? Estonia was quite frail as him. They were equal... to him anyway. He loved Denmark, so he never fought back as much as he wished and knew he could and though the plague was gone from his country he was still somewhat sick. Then Estonia... just was taken back from being under Prussia, which was never a good thing. Would he dare to protect Estonia from any harm done to him by Denmark? Nei... he couldn't and wouldn't. No offence to Estonia… but that guy wasn't his problem.

Head dropping onto Denmark's shoulder, tears slowly ceasing, he suddenly wished to have a bath. He wanted to wash away the blood and semen off his body and stuck between his legs. He wanted to be put into a bed feeling clean and not wake up with the reminder of what happened today. Would Denmark be that generous? Would he prepare one for him without him mentioning it or hinting it? He feared bringing it up and as what happened sunk in all the words and requests that he would have easily asked before slipped away from him.

Pulling open the massive wooden door to their lavish room, he peaked inside, finding his boy Faroe sitting in a corner with Greenland playing with their richly painted wooden building blocks. The small nations, no more than children, with Greenland as the older sister abruptly stopped in their tracks as they noticed their ruler look inside. Quickly he drew his head back into the hallway. Should he let them see this? Why would he even care? ... Maybe it wasn't the most appropriate sight for the little ones, he reasoned - and marvelled afterwards at his conclusion. He hadn't stopped to think about these things earlier, why would he do so now?

So many questions, though he decided to shove them all away and rely on his gut feeling. Something that had saved his life more than once - surely it would do him better not to think too much about the strangeness of the situation.

He decided for a middle way, setting Tobias down briefly so he could shrug off his heavy outer coat and drape it over to cover his naked form. Then, lifting him up again he noticed how he himself took a little more care in doing so... no matter, he found that he didn't mind. It was like he was dreaming, body moving about with a purpose long forgotten by his mind, but he wouldn't fight it now. It wasn't the time for fighting anything.

The two children in the room stared at him with wide frightened eyes, but otherwise kept silent. They knew better, even though he hadn't ever laid a hand on them.

"Faroes, Greenland. Get Estonia to make some hot water for my bath. Now"

His voice held it's commanding tone and the small nations scurried out of the room with haste.

With long strides, he walked over to the other end of the room and opened a second door to their private bathing room.

It was moments like this that made him adore and love Denmark as he did. The Dane had always been affectionate in his actions towards him and always took care of him. No matter what he did, or what happened to him, Denmark had always been there to be at his side. It was why he cherished their friendship, why he had looked up to Denmark when they were younger and the times were easier than they were now. He didn't notice Greenland and Faeroe as his direction of vision was not towards the inside of the bedroom but outside it. He was cold and a shiver ran through him so he cuddled closer into the pelts of fur that was Denmark's cloak, however, right when he did, he was set onto his feet. He wobbled a bit with this and hunched over to ease the weight off his lower back. Then suddenly, that heavy and warm cloak covered him and he was lifted up once more.

This was also how he liked the Dane; When he was given attention and care that so rarely came nowadays and grew rarer. With this, his broken heart felt like it was mending slowly back together again. That pressure in his chest that felt shattered and wanting to burst out from his rib cage and explode from everything eased away little by little especially when that wish in his mind came true. A bath. He was going to get a bath. Tightening his arms around Denmark out of small contentment he muttered out with a tone that sounded almost dead and most definitely frail, "Don't order them... around like that..."

A weak attempt maybe but it was for Greenland and Faeroe. Two nations, just kids, who upon hearing their names run off Denmark's tongue he had heard the clunks of whatever they were playing with fall and their small feet skitter quickly across the wooden floor. He didn't dare to raise his head to look at them as they departed not wanting them to see the face of their father, their brother, and see how weak he truly was now.

TBC~


Author Note: I realized I never gave a translation for the title in the first chapter... So, here ya go, down below~ : D
Also, more history: When I mentioned how Norway still had a lingering sickness, I am talking about the Black Death w, which was a plaque that swept across Europe, and it killed about 2/3 of Norway's population (1349). This was also what heavily influenced the Kalmar Union because Norway needed support so he sought it out from Denmark. Basically.

I like to think that, as a nation, things take longer to heal because of their longevity. So, Norway, even though more than a hundred years has passed since the start of the Kalmar Union, he is still somewhat sick, though not in any way a disease of the plaque but just a lingering cold that is taking it's time to go away. So, it isn't anything serious anymore, but still enough for him to be weak and careful (and having no intention to get away from Denmark and seek independence just yet)

Translations:

(Danish) Jeg elsker dig men jeg hader dig: I love you but I hate you
(Norwegian) Faen ta deg, Danmark: May the devil take you, Denmark (a curse) or, to simplify, "Fuck you, Danmark"

Norge: Norway
Danmark: Denmark
Ja: Yes
Nei: No