Mathias had been fast asleep by the time his lover had opened his eyes to check on him. Being angry, taking out your energy, yelling, throwing and destroying everything around you in an attempt to make everything better just wore off on him with time. It wore off on him physically and even more so mentally when he was faced with the truth that whatever he did, it didn't work. It didn't bring back the warm feeling he got whenever he was with his family, it didn't make everything better, it didn't get his point across and it never ended up with Lukas's smile somewhere nearby, addressed to him and only him, sunny and bright, lovely and serene, perfect and loving only for himself and his selfish ego that he had never before minded. Why was it so different now? Was it so selfish to ask for that smile again? For that smile that would warm him up inside and would make him happier than the children were on Christmas? Was it too much to ask for? It was. He was selfish. He abused him, he hit him, he forced him to have sex with him and yet here he was wishing for something so innocent and pure that could never again belong to him as a punishment from the Gods for having stained their most prized possession.

Mathias wasn't sure how much time had passed when a cold chill passed by his skin. Why was it cold? Maybe it was just a chill? He could take that. Norway was sleeping next to him. Norway couldn't afford to be cold! The image of his pale skin earlier made him worry even in his sleep and so he opened his eyes and tried to concentrate them on the space next to him. The warm space where his lover should have been…Norway had gotten out of his arms before whether just because he felt like it or because he had to go to the restroom or something similar. Mathias had come to terms to that, but then again he did not understand it this time. Hadn't he been gentle? Hadn't he held him tenderly? Hadn't he protected and comforted him tonight? Why was he out of his grip? His mind assumed the male had gone to the restroom when he noticed the blankets were pulled over and the blond wasn't in the bed but then it came to him that he hadn't heard the door along with the chill. The door to his room, being heavy, could be easily heard in such a situation, especially by the slightly paranoid country. Why hadn't he heard it now? Now completely awake, he got into a sitting position, his eyes scanning his surroundings with eagerness and worry. That's when he spotted something that made his blood run cold and the chill entered him to the core.

Norway was outside.

Norway was cold.

Norway would freeze

Norway might die.

Norway might jump!

The thoughts didn't even register in his mind as he jumped from his bed and pulled the glass door open harshly and had it not been made so well it would have broken with the force as Mathias grabbed Lukas by the waist and pulled him back from the balcony, applying too much force in the process and having both of them fall onto the snow on the balcony. Thank God, Norway was safe. At least that's what he wanted to think, but the body in his arms was cold and Denmark felt his body shaking with horror as his terrified eyes landed on closed eyes and the extremely pale skin of his love. Like Snow. He couldn't think. He didn't have time to think! Quickly getting to his feet, used to the snow and ice due to his country, Mathias rushed back into his room, ignoring the cold coming from outside as he quickly placed Lukas on the bed, in the spot he'd usually occupy, closer to the fireplace. He needed to be warm! Covering him up, Mathias quickly closed the blasted glass door and checked for the boy's pulse. Barely there, but it existed… The next thing anyone in the castle knew, a door had been slammed open and they awakened from their slumber to the booming voice of their master ordering them to get him hot water immediately along with soup and extra covers. Everyone was confused and baffled but a deadly glare – that looked both terrifying and terrified – from their master and they were off to work.

Minutes later Mathias was placing bags with hot water around the boy's limbs, underneath his shoulders, between his thighs, near his neck and around his body in general, the warm covers on his bed multiplying by a few as he tried to get the other's body temperature back up. The servants saw, they worried, but no one dared ask what had happened. Some speculated he had lost it again, some speculated Lukas had committed suicide before even arriving in the dormitory and some assumed he had tried to run away, realizing his mistake in not following Sweden and Finland. Denmark didn't care. His Norway was in danger. His Norway was as cold as the snow in his land and just as pale, lying motionless on his bed as if he was dead with his pulse barely there, struggling to breathe. Mathias felt sick. Norway had to come back. Lukas had to come back. Lukas couldn't die! Lukas was his. He loved Lukas, he couldn't survive without him. He couldn't do this without him, he couldn't continue. Who'd be there to calm him down? Who'd be there to listen? Who'd stay by his side when no one else would? Who'd smile for him? Who'd cry for him? Who'd be there to care for him even when the whole world crumbled underneath his feet? Even worse, who'd be there to stop him when the world crumbled by his hands? Who'd stop him? Who'd hold him? Who'd care for him? He couldn't lose him! He couldn't move from him. Lukas was his life force, his everything, his love, his desire, his all, his something and everything, his ray of light, his speck of laughter, his center.

He'd die without him.

Norway had been awake when he had first been pulled off the edge, after all, he had been standing. Perhaps if he had been aware of his situation enough to hear the door open, perhaps he would have jumped. Perhaps he would have been freaked out and panicked and jumped. But he was to numb and so he didn't notice. So it was surprising to be pulled on and he flailed a little in his arms. Perhaps that is why Matthias lost his balance on the ice effectively sending both of them to the ground and positioning Lukas just right, that his head slammed into the railing on the way down and then the ice on the ground knocking him unconscious. Perhaps if he hadn't been so surprised this wouldn't have happened, Lukas doesn't know, and probably never will.

Lukas was aware of very few things in his state, he was cold. And he was moving, and then he was cold, and still. And then someone was touching him. He knew this, but he didn't truly know this, and he was being warmed in patched. Like little heat patches being attached to his body, on his sides, his neck, in between his legs. Hmmm, it felt nice in contrast to the sharp cold outside. These are the last things he is aware of for a while, as the sensations are overwhelmed by a throbbing aching pain in his head, and a loose control on his magic, outside the storm gets worse the temperature dropping almost 10 degrees instantly. Lukas wondered what had happened to cause this pain, he doesn't remember. And then Matthias, he could see Matthias, but not in the castle, was he dreaming? It was a different room, from ages ago. Before the union. A small wooden cabin with a fire pit dug in the center, the fire blazing. There were only three people in the room, him, Denmark, and Sweden. Was this... a memory? From before the Viking age, when they found Tino, and a little later finding Iceland? It's almost like astral projection he thinks, after all, he is aware that he is there, and he isn't in his body, because he is watching himself, they look a bit younger, and happier, and the bright eyed Norway of the past is rolling around wrestling on the floor with Matthias bright smiled, and a bubbling laugh. Sweden has backed up against a wall so as not to get in the way of the wrestling men but he is smiling and chuckling as well.

"Give it back!" the dream Norway demands of Denmark, Denmark just laughs and flips them over pinning him to the ground.

"Never! It's mine now until you claim it from me again!" Denmark proclaims holding up the small golden cross above Lukas teasingly. "Come and get it!" he says. The dream Lukas frowns and Lukas looks away a sad look coming over his face and Denmark looks like he's is about to panic, "Hey! I'm just joking." he says gently bending down to kiss Lukas. And Lukas kisses back passionately taking advantage of the others distraction to take the hairpin and then shove Matthias off,

"Ha! I win." Lukas says triumphantly. Denmark shakes his head a stunned look on his face which turns to a smile,

"Oh no, we are only getting started." And off they go again, wrestling, laughing, fighting and kissing, which eventually turns heated and Sweden shakes his head and leaves the cabin quickly. And Lukas watches as the two happier nations tell each other how much they love each other in the purest way. Lukas just continues to watch, had it really used to be this way? Bright and fun and so new? Where they couldn't keep their hands off of each other even in front of others? They had been so in love, how had it turned into something like this? Where they couldn't even look each other in the eye and he was always afraid? His mind supplies that answer for him as well. The cabin fades and Lukas feels himself floating in blackness before his feet touch on a cobblestone walkway on a warm bright day. Glancing around he sees he is in Sweden, and beside him stands Matthias, shaking in near rage at the back of a large group of people. Lukas looks up wondering what they are looking at, and he pales. The forced union between Norway and Sweden, apparently Sweden had always been in love with Norway, despite Tino. And when Sweden's king had announced they now had control of Norway, he had been thrilled. Up on the platform Sweden is holding onto Lukas tightly. And Norway is not happy. And beside where he is standing he can feel Matthias grow even angrier, rage consuming him. Was this when it all started? The scene fades again and all Lukas is aware of is floating through the dark as he works through his realizations.

In another part of the castle Emil had woken, how could he not with all of the noise? He had demanded to be told what was happening, and eventually, they told him. He ran up to the room and ran in climbing onto the bed beside his brother completely ignoring Matthias, he touched his face before looking at Matthias, angry tears already falling, "What did you do to him!" he accuses, "Why did you hurt him?"

What news and what rumors reached the young male's ears was a mystery one of his heartache did not care to resolve. Despite the early hour, still in the dead of the night, the castle was now lively, people talking, whispering and gossiping about the event, worrying for different reasons in their own little rooms as they once again retreated to warmer places. Had the Dane gone insane? Were they next? If the Norwegian died, were they not to be doomed by their master's temper? Was the smaller male alright and would he even survive the night? Was he dead or alive? None knew for them the idea of their master holding on to a dead body was not of a too peculiar suspicion. Nations didn't die and if they did they could revive, but it was just that reason for which the people felt sorry because if the Norwegian was to come back to life he'd only be able to choose hell now as opposed to the choice of the world beyond to get into Heaven or Hell.

Loud steps and the door pushing open were sounds of no importance as the last country of the household entered the room, the Dane's eyes being stung from behind by the sour feeling bubbling through his whole being, refusing to gaze at the frozen body of his love on the bed. He was breathing. Mathias knew this by the almost nonexistent movement of the covers near him. Iceland pushed the door behind him shut, causing it to slam as he climbed onto the bed without a second thought, on his knees near his beloved brother's body. He touched his cheek an ounce too gently as if he was afraid of touching a ghost in his brother's place before angry eyes settled on Mathias but the Dane felt too broken to even answer the other. His messy blond hair leaned against his arm where his forehead rested, sitting on his knees next to the bed, his body trembling and shaking with desperation that continued to flow from an unknown force, that sprouted from every small memory and gesture he remembered of the other, the smiles bright and cheerful, small and knowing, the embraces teasing or gentle and loving, the small gestures, the small twitches of his hand when he stopped himself from an unwanted display of affection or was about to hit someone, the practiced movements of placing the cross hair-clip in his golden hair…every little movement that made his despair grow and grow the more he realized his world center could disappear in the next few hours. That Norway could have disappeared minutes before and he wouldn't have ever seen him again, touched him again, loved him again…hurt him…

As Emil talked he could feel rage bubbling up deep inside him but it was too small. No, it wasn't. It wasn't small, the desperation and fear were just too big. He didn't know what to do. How did he hurt him this way? How could he bring him back? He'd do anything, just to bring him back now, sunny and smiling and comforting. "I didn't do it!" he said, getting up too suddenly, yelling a bit too loudly, lying too brokenly. He had hurt him, he had mistreated him, he had hit him, he had forced him into having sex with him and had bruised his beautiful skin, leaving blemishes to mark an ownership he did not deserve. An ownership no one deserved or had ever deserved. Something no one had had or would ever have because Norway had never been an object, he had been a blessing one of his caliber could never appreciate as it was due. He was still shaking, the dark, self-destructive emotion taking over his body as hot tears streamed down his cheeks. Why? Anger? Despair? Fear? Panic? He didn't know, nor did he care. "I…I-I thought he went to bed! He was supposed to be sleeping, he wasn't supposed to go outside in the storm! It's too cold! He was already cold earlier, I d-don't know wh-why…" his voice broke and he fell back to his knees. His body couldn't take the pain of the thought of losing Norway. He couldn't lose him. He just couldn't!

Emil watches in shock as the other starts to flip out. He obviously wasn't okay. And Emil didn't know how to handle that, but watching the other completely break down, falling to his knees, near sobbing, makes Emil realize something. Matthias really does love Lukas. And when he realizes this, he falls silent as he contemplates this new information. Because if Matthias loves Lukas... that means everything he has ever said to the man was cruel and probably hurtful to him. And this is the most true emotion he has seen out of Matthias for the entire Kalmar union, perhaps even before that. "You truly love him." he says softly before falling silent. It sounded like what happened was that Lukas finally got too stressed, his bror loved the snow, and the ocean. Given the chance, those were the places he retreated to when he was stressed or ill. It is a part of who he is. He snuggles beside him to help warm him up. He says nothing else to Matthias as he waits for his bror to wake up but inside he is making a promise to behave for always now. Hours pass as he watches the other in the room waiting for him to awake. Maids come in periodically to change the water bags and stroke the fire, encouraging Emil to eat, though he never does. They leave Matthias alone not wanting to bother their possibly unstable master.

Of course Mathias cared. Why did everyone think he did not? He loved Lukas to the end of the Earth and more. He adored the smaller male. He didn't just adore his country, he didn't want him for land or for some kind of play thing! He adored the person, the Lukas that so warmly stood by his side so loyally, the Lukas that would so patiently deal with his temper tantrums and never complain about the blemishes he so cruelly placed on his skin, the one that had stood by his side and loved him so tenderly when they had both been so in love no one else had counted anymore in their world. Of course he loved him. Everything from his behavior to his smile and his appearance of golden locks and those beautiful unusual eyes he'd regard him with. Anything from his bright cheerfulness to his anger. Everything. His head laid on his arm once again as he leaned on the bed for support as if it was possible to fall further down into this abyss of darkness that enveloped him, the Dane found himself sobbing unable to stop the tears that rolled on his cheeks with the prospect of losing his loved one, his body still being shaken by them. His chest constricted at Emil's words. How could he think he didn't? How could someone doubt it? Had he been so cruel that it hadn't been obvious? "Of course, I-I lo-love him. I love Lukas…" He couldn't take it if he died, but his being was unable to continue talking in this state, unable to utter another coherent word.

The rest of the night was silent. Iceland slipped in next to his brother, helping to preserve the warmth. A few servants walked in and out, changing the water bottles, checking the fire and doing their best to avoid their unstable master. Somewhere along the line his sobs had calmed down and he was able to see again without tears in his eyes, but he looked exhausted, tired, drained. It was impossible to sleep though. He couldn't when the panic in his mind told him that a bit of shut eye and Norway really would die. Like a precious treasure that would disappear even if he blinked. He couldn't keep from blinking but sleeping was something he was unable to succumb to. He just watched the two brothers for a while, finally finding the strength to sit up and check the fire somewhere during the night, wanting to make sure it was doing all it could to help his love. Once done, he stood there for a few seconds and risked a glance at Emil. He wasn't sleeping yet and he was merely a child. He shouldn't do this. Mathias should guard Lukas, it wasn't the boy's responsibility. Walking around the bed, he settled down gently on the bed, shifting the weight slightly. A big hand reached out and caressed the boy's hair. "Rest. I'll watch over him." He said, gently caressing Emil's head with the intention to coax him into sleep like he would have done before. "I'll tell you when he has awakened." He reassured, giving him a weak smile. Lukas had yet to disappear, his skin was still too pale, but his breathing and pulse were normal and he was starting to regain the little color his beautiful skin rightfully detained.

Emil's first automatic response is to flinch away from the large hand that touched him. The large hand that had been known to bring pain and tears and a lot of fear, not just to him but many others. But then Emil took a deep breath and sighed. He couldn't be afraid. He had to trust Matthias. If he trusted him, he wouldn't hurt him. That seemed reasonable, right? And he had to relax and let the other comfort him. Like he used to. After all, they used to be a very happy family, he was actually Lukas's brother, but he had often been treated as his son because he was so much younger than the other. And he was okay with that. He saw them as his parents. And to him, daddy had been beating mommy for way to long. He took another deep breath. "Okay. Please wake me up when he wakes? And...don't hurt us anymore?" He asks softly before nuzzling Lukas a little and closing his eyes. He had to stay calm, it was alright. Lukas would wake up, he had to wake up. So many people were waiting for him, and if Sweden and Finland were there, they would be waiting as well. Lukas may not have been the sweetest person, but he had always taken care of all of them. Even when he was betrayed and beaten down, not only by Denmark, but Sweden and Finland at times as well. But his big brother had always pulled through, made peace, helped form the unions that brought them together once again to be a family. And even when people seemed to hurt him beyond all recognition, he forgave them. The sun is starting to rise, though it makes little difference in the room as the snow storm outside seems to have just gotten worse as time passed blocking out almost all of the sun's rays.

Mathias felt the same dread pile up in him as when he had touched Norway earlier that night. The touches had been gentle, sweet and tender, meant to soothe and show the other just how much he really treasured him but it hadn't seemed to be the same for the other. He had flinched, regarded him as a hungry wolf as he approached, he had almost started trembling underneath his touch despite the lightness and the almost ghostly attribute it beheld only to make him more comfortable. Norway didn't trust him. Norway was afraid of him and so was Emil who flinched away from his touch however comforting or inviting it had come off as in this hour of need. Denmark almost retracted his hand but then a deep breath was heard and he knew for a fact that while his love was more silent, their brother, their little brother who they cherished and protected like a son, was more outspoken and would have told him if he wanted to remove his hand. So, Mathias kept it there, caressing his hair, trying to comfort him as the other took deep breaths and relaxed his muscles once again, still cuddled up in his brother's side to preserve whatever warmth he could with his small body.

A weak smile graced his lips as he received the other's answer. He really needed to rest. However much he wanted to stay up and whether he was a nation or not he was still a child who needed sleep and rest especially after the events that had shaken up not only their night but their worlds, hitting it out of whack and off of its normal axis by using someone very dear to the both of them. "I will." He said quietly, as if not to disturb the silence that had settled around them. He became a bit curious when the boy continued to speak, listening closely. His shoulders tensed and his chest constricted painfully at the words. He had never meant to hurt them and certainly not to this degree. He had never meant to cause them pain or suffering, to make them afraid of him. He had wanted to protect them, to keep them safe, to love them. He hadn't ever meant for this to happen and it pained him. Iceland easily fell asleep against his brother's side and even as the light started to make itself somewhat noticeable, Denmark refused to move from his spot. Servants still came to change the water bottles – which he took over the responsibility of as to make sure not to wake up Emil while doing so – to check the fire and even bring them food at a point, but Denmark hadn't eaten. It made his stomach churn and it pained him to remember Emil's last words before falling asleep. He would've woken up the small country to eat but it was a fact that he was tired, probably exhausted from the night's events and Denmark didn't have the heart to wake him up. He needed to rest just as Lukas needed to recover and he needed the silence to think things though, though he never reached any kind of result. He needed Lukas. He wanted him close to cling to, to love, to have someone to comfort him and teach him what he did wrong and how to repent and make up for all the pain he had caused…He needed him here, awake and healthy.

Emil falls asleep a bit uneasily at first but after a while he begins to calm under the familiar touch, the much softer familiar touch that promises love and compassion instead of hurt and pain. And above all, that is what makes Emil sleep easily instead of fitfully as he was worried about his brother. Lukas continues to sleep dreaming strange things. But his condition steadily improves going from dangerously critical, to stable. His color comes back to its normal pale color, temperature rising back to a safe level as well. And as hours pass he starts to twitch and eventually his eyes open, though he is disoriented. He pulls himself into a sitting position looking around the room confused.

The rest of the morning went by quietly, the servants having brought them warm food for whenever they desired, the hot water packs still coming in regularly, but not as frequently as before as the color had returned into the Norwegian's white skin and he was starting to look a bit more healthy than before. Thank God, he was alright and alive. The Dane was too happy about this to sleep even if he wanted to and he was too worried by that grim feeling that the other wouldn't wake up even so. It had been hours and the irrational fear had stayed curled up in his chest, making him uneasy, dreary, as he looked over the fire, checked it, put in more firewood, checked the boy's temperature and pulse one too many times and regularly changed the warm water packs. When the small blond first moved Denmark wasn't sure if he had seen right and worried that he might have been becoming delusional but even so held on to that small speck of hope that it might be real… When Norway finally pushed himself into a sitting position Denmark all but felt his heart stop and start beating wildly at the same time. Lukas was alive. Alive and well.

His confused eyes trailed the room but by that time Mathias was already in front of him, hugging him tightly, close to his chest, his power held back as much as he could, the embrace strong but somewhat gentle, loving, needy, borderline desperate as he held on to the small body of the Nordic country. "Thank God." He whispered, holding on tightly, the emotions from before once again flooding him as he held on, hardly controlling his strength not to hurt the other, not because he wanted to cause him pain or because it was intentional but because this was the only way he was able to hold on and it was difficult for him to know he couldn't hold on with all his strength when he felt as if Norway could be taken away from him any moment now, though at the same time he craved and loved him too much to cause him anymore pain. He had done it before and it had led to this. To him feeling despair, feeling helpless and being a fool unable to keep his love safe and happy due to his own selfishness and stupid temper. "You're alive. Thank God…" he said, feeling his body start to shake again and doing his best to keep back the tears that prickled at the back of his eyes as he buried his face into his lover's slender neck, blemished with the bites he had last given him when he had forcibly united their bodies. He felt sick with himself.

Lukas had cried out in alarm when he was pulled into the hug, not having expected it. And he was confused. Who was this person? Why was he touching him like this? And why did he expect to feel pain when he was grabbed this way? It seemed a foolish thing to be fearful of when as far as he could tell the other seemed gentle. But again...why was he touching him? And why was he thanking the gods that he was alive? Lukas was confused. From his position in this strange man's arms he glances around. What a strange room. This man must be rich to be able to afford such a room. He slowly catalogued his surroundings. Glass door, very expensive. Soft linens under him, imported most likely. He is sure that such things are not made here. An engraved fireplace, probably worked on by multiple men in its time. And the furniture was a dark rich color, perhaps it was oak wood? In the doorway were what appeared to be servants, watching the proceedings in the room with a nervous eye as they gossiped among themselves. Filthy rich then, to be able to afford more than one servant.

And beside him on the bed, was a little boy. A small boy, and when he looks at him his heart is filled with so much joy he can't bring himself to question why as he pulls away from the strange man hugging him and caresses the boy's cheek kissing his forehead before just watching him lovingly. What a peculiar hair color this boy has. Is it white? What a strange shade. Now that the impulse to love the child is dying down he turns back to the strange man who is now looking at him in confusion. And he is filled with many different emotions. Fear, a bit of hate, an expectation of pain, a weary mind, emotionally exhausted, ready to give up, and last but not least, is love, not like with the boy, with the boy it had been instant and swelled in his chest faster than you would believe. Hitting him suddenly and enveloping, claiming his love for this child. With the man... It was slow, as if he has to think about why he loves this man. But he does. Now that he has processed through all of these thoughts he wonders why he doesn't know these people's names. Surely he should if he loves them? That's when he realizes something is wrong. A deeper frown falls over his face as he works through this. And nothing comes up, he has no memories from before waking up and being pulled into this man's arms. 'How...interesting.' He thinks mildly. He finally looks straight at the strange man, "I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?"

Mathias was aware of the small male's startled yelp, but then again he had been too worried and still was too panicked to comprehend more than the fact that Norway was breathing and alive, that he was sitting up normally and looking over the room with those beautiful orbs, slightly confused but alive and well. He didn't look as if he was in pain or as if he was cold either and with the warm room it was probably hard for him to be but Mathias still worried after the earlier events that night. However, as much as he would've liked to continue hugging the other, to continue embracing him and holding him safe in his arms, close and out of harm's way, protecting him from anything and anyone else, the boy pulled away from him and Mathias had to let go somewhat for him to do so. He gave him a confused, worried look. "Nor?" he asked, watching his every movement as he looked over at the sleeping Iceland and bent down to place a soft, sweet kiss on his forehead.

Denmark smiled fondly, almost sadly at the two of them. "He's been here since the middle of the night. He came the moment he heard you were hurt." He told the nation quietly, careful not to wake up their adopted son just yet. He had promised Emil he'd wake him up the moment Norway awoke but he didn't have the heart to do so when he was sleeping so peacefully. Maybe he'd let Norway wake him up once he caught up to his surroundings and to what had happened. After all, they both needed to eat and they both needed to rest after the stress of the night, despite having slept. The messy blond haired male watched with curiosity as Norway looks him over as if studying him, before frowning. Why was he frowning? Was something the matter? Was he mad at him!? "Nor, is something the matter?" he asks cautiously, clearly worried that there really might be something wrong for the other to frown at him because while it was all amusement and playfulness in their usual fights, Denmark was still extremely worried and even a bit paranoid after last night. "What?" Denmark says bewildered as Norway asks him his question. Who he was? How can he ask that? He turns pale. "Norway, don't you remember me? Denmark. Leader of the Kalmar Union, Mathias Kohler." He says, hoping at least one of those names or tittles would make something spark in his memory. "And that's Iceland, your little brother, Emil."

Lukas stared at him suspiciously as he answered the question. Denmark? Norway? Iceland?

How strange.

His mind readily supplied the information that these were countries in a union led by Denmark. Previously including two other nations which had recently broken away for reasons unknown. Or known and not remembered. He thought it was strange that the scholarly information came to him quickly, as if it was eager to be used and admired. Lukas gathers he is a smart person. But this person in front of him seemed slightly unstable. He was addressing them as the nations. Perhaps it was where the three had been born and they were simply affectionate nicknames? Not understanding the implications behind the words he ignores them until he can collect more data. "I'm sorry, I don't remember you. So you are Mathias? And this is Emil? So what is my name?" He asks simply a hand moving to run through the young boys hair, no, Emil's hair. 'Such a peculiar color.' He thinks again as he feels the soft locks. And yet so beautiful. He felt so in love with the child it was ridiculous. "Are you a king?" He asks after a second almost as an afterthought. It seems reasonable to him. After all, why else would he be able to afford so many things? It also dawns on him he could ask why he can't remember nothing personal about himself. From the other's horrified reaction he wasn't normally like this. Though, of course he wasn't, people weren't like this normally, so it stands to reason something bad had happened to him.

The more his lover stared at him, suspiciously, disbelieving, almost looking slightly irked with the confusion the Dane was clearly causing him, the more Denmark worried. Didn't he remember? Didn't he recall them? He clearly seemed to have a deep attachment to Iceland as he had so lovingly pressed a kiss to his forehead and touched his cheek, similar to how a mother would to her sleeping child, but what about him? He seemed confused but he wasn't' running away or questioning him in a scared tone…but then again Norway had always been calm and collected, diplomatic and very pleasant to be around despite his cold exterior and sometimes stunning reactions. For the first time, Denmark was more than worried that he couldn't read that cold ice mask his lover put on. He felt his blood run cold the moment Lukas said he couldn't remember them. Why not? Nothing had happened! That's when he felt panic once again because something had indeed happened. When pulling the other from the balcony they had fallen and while he had barely paid it any mind as he tried to warm the other up and bring back the color in his cheeks, the balcony had indeed been covered not only by snow but also by ice.

Ice that they had fallen against.

He got up from his spot a bit too fast, moving a bit too quickly for any of the occupiers of the room to be comfortable. "Get the doctor." He said, loud and clear, no doubt startling Emil awake while at it, but he didn't care. Norway didn't remember. Lukas couldn't recall what had happened and even worse: who he was and who they were! Once the startled servants understood, they quickly scrambled outside of the room, not even daring to ask if he needed anything else as they hurried to fetch the doctor for their terrifying master. Denmark turned back to Norway and sat back down, feeling panic welling up inside of him but not letting it be shown as his eyes bore into his. He took a deep breath; he had to answer Norway's questions. "Yes, Mathias Kohler or Denmark, your lover." He answered carefully, searching the other for a reaction before continuing just as carefully. "And that's Emil Steilsson or Iceland, your little brother." He finished, glancing over at the boy before returning his eyes to Norway. How could he not remember? "You're Lukas Bondevik, Norway. " he explained, hoping that this time the information came in clear and that Lukas understood where he was coming from. Judging by the next question, it seemed it was more than just a bit of memory loss. "No, I'm Denmark. As in the nation, the country, Denmark. Just as you're Norway and Emil is Iceland. We're the impersonation of the countries themselves, we represent and are them…" he paused, taking in the other's reaction and trying to calm his own heart. "Don't you recall at all?" he asked, an almost desperate note entering his voice.

The servants rush to do as instructed. As all castles, they had a very basic meds doctor residing here. They used to have a better one which was fully qualified, but Matthias had scared him off and they had been forced to acquire a less talented one. Normally if it was something serious they ran down to the village and fetched the town doctor. It may have been a long walk or run for a servant or maid but worth it because he was the best. After brief discussion it was decided they will use the doctor in the castle because it would take too long to get down to the village and back in all of this ice and snow and they couldn't afford another injury. So one of the maids was sent down to fetch the man. Outside the storm is dying down. Instead of the angry flurries and devastating winter storm it had now become a light delicate snowfall seeming very peaceful as the clouds lightened up to the fluffy white color that bodes well for future conditions. When Matthias had snapped at the maids, Emil had snapped awake sitting up quickly and rubbing his eyes. "Den?" He says sleepily using an old nickname without thinking about it. He puts his hands down and gasps looking up at Lukas, "Nor!" He says happily as he throws his arms around the other man. Lukas frowns but wraps his arms around the child. Emil seems confused listening to Matthias. And Lukas looks a little confused and slightly worried. It was a strange concept to him. Countries? "Oh, I see. We must be representatives from these nations here for a meeting or something." He reasons before frowning. "No, no, this child, Emil? He must not be one. He is only ten." Emil looks up in shock.

"D-den? What's wrong with him?"