You looked out your window and saw the tree strain against it, causing you to cover your head with the blanket, ensuring you with safety. You heard the scratching of the branches against the glass once last time, before grabbing your small blanket, jumping out of the bed and nearly running down the hall. Your small body came to a stop, as your hand grabbed the doorknob in front of you.
Hair tossed around on his head, his neck turned to face who intruded into his room. "Ah, Irina." He mumbled before sitting up in his bed. "What's wrong?"
You looked at him, tears just ready to leak out of your eyes. "Denny!" You yelled the nickname you gave Denmark before jumping into the bedside next to him. "D-der was a-a monter!" You snuggled into his blanket, your own pressed tightly against your chest.
He sighed quietly before pulling you into his chest and plopping back into his bed. Your blonde hair fell around his chest, as you hugged him for what seemed like dear life. Wrapping his slender arms around you, he rubbed your back comfortably.
Just then, the door snapped open to reveal a paled Iceland. "W-where is my baby?"
Denmark looked at him, "Your baby?"
"YES MY BABY!"
"Jus' 'cause you found her, doesn't make her yours." He looked at you. "And I'll let you know, that she's sleeping on me."
You smiled once you laid eyes on him. Struggling away from Denmark, you happily threw yourself into the arms of Iceland. "I told you she's my baby." And with that, Iceland left the room, you in his arms, leaving a pissed off Denmark.
Physical Age: 3