Hi, I'm back~ wanted to post the first half of their history real quick...I still have one more snippet for the 2nd half to write, before I can start with the main story. As always, no characters mentioned here belong to me. Hetalia, I don't own it.

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December 18,1916

The young American hastily passed through the giant crowd that 'swam' opposite to where he was going. Where was he going exactly? Well he was about to buy his Danish drinking buddy's colonies, so who better to know more of who he was dealing with than Norway, Denmark's unwilling constant companion and America's close friend. The streets of Norway were never this crowded, but who was Alfred to say that? It's been decades since he last saw Oslo. Hoped Norway won't mind the surprise visit.

"Damn it's so cold here" the man blurted loudly, rubbing his arms with his hands. His teeth were chattering like crazy as the delicate snow made the white carpet covering the entirety of Oslo thicker. Finally, he found the house he was looking for. It was big and like most buildings there was plastered together. The orange light spayed lazily on the walls of the house in contrast to the dark blue hue of the early morning. Yeah, really early in the morning. As Alfred came nearer to the door the more he thought his plan was stupid. Waking up his friend just to ask about Denny. So he just stood there staring at the black door, his eyes wide and face blush-pink.

...

Denny...the blonde fire ball that stole his heart. Alright he did this just to learn more about his crush, maybe trying to learn more about him would make it easier to get him to fall in love with the younger blonde.

'Ridiculous' he thought, 'it's not like it's gonna work...' He turned around and decided to just go to the hotel he planned to stay in Copenhagen, which meant this was an utter waste of time and money seeing that he could've just went straight to Denmark rather than detouring to Norway. But he suddenly stopped midway, remembering a certain Dane's bright smile and then his Canadian brother's words. 'Go for it, bro'

"America?" Called a groggy voice. He turned around in response to see his Norwegian friend wearing pajamas and a robe, it hugged his body greatly. Showing off the well-trained Viking body, but he was still a bit scrawniness than him. A bit. He was snapped out of his daze when he came eye to eye to his friends dull eyes and scowl. "How did you-

"Troll told me" answered Lukas. He wrapped his eyes and stretched out his arms, yawning and then he gave a very small smile. "Do come in." He gestured America to come in. The American reluctantly came inside, passing the shorter man as he closed the door behind them keeping the cold breeze out.

By now they were seated in two separate comfort chairs, a small table separating them, in front of a fire place. America took a sip of his tea, he wouldn't admit it but tea was pretty calming especially when the weather out and the time was like this. He could feel the silence become unbearable. His heart was beating crazily and his forehead was sweating. What the fuck was he worried about, he was just gonna ask som stuff about Denmark...well that was it, why would he ask stuff about the Dane if the nation next to him who woke up just to entertain him, hates his fellow Scandinavian or loves him in a weird way...no fair, he wanted a piece of that Danish bagel.

"Why haven't you broken the silence yet? You're usually the one who breaks the silence" Norway smiled curiously, trying to hide his crankiness from his friend. "Well, I um... Ah I... Y-you see-" " you want to talk about my annoying Danish brother, right?" Said the older one bluntly. "Troll told me" he added before Alfred could ask.

"Yeah, what is he like, I mean...you knew him all your life so you're probably the best one to answer. Well, it's not because I'm worried about him...or because I like him... Hehehe...just y-you know..." America blushed hard as he finished rambling. Dead-silence filled the room once more, Lukas looked at the blushing nation. Honestly, he was a bit pissed that he came all the way here at the middle of the night to ask about the most annoying nation in the world; but he wanted to help out his friend, knowing him for a long time, he probably didn't planned this all the way through.

"Annoying. loud. Hyperactive. Overzealous. Manipulative. Needy. Kinda like you...but far worse. bossy. Again, anno-"

"So, he isn't a good guy?" America stood up from his chair glaring sadly at the Norwegian. Then and there, America's perception of the responsible, kind-hearted, caring Dane was shattered. But something in his heart kept telling him to not let go. Norway cleared his throat.

"I said no such thing. You didn't even let me finish." America sat down humiliated by his rash actions, even more so since Troll might have heard him.

"He may be the biggest pain in my ass, but it's just because it worries me when he doesn't think all the way through. A lot of times, he really means well. He is dependable. Has a big heart. He hates being left alone and is surprisingly hard-working. He doesn't always like to let people know how he really feels, you have to get him drunk to open up." America's eyes gleamed at the thought of how awesome he was. Norway smiled weakly remembering that the one before him was his Scandinavian brother's crush. He didn't want to ruin the Dane's reputation, now would he?

"It is almost morning, I need to get some sleep. Feel free to lounge here for the mean time, the next ship to Copenhagen leaves at eight, so don't oversleep" Norway smiled a bit at America, turned around and went off to bed. America looked as his friend walked away, leaving him to close his eyes contentedly and sip his tea. If Britain knows about this, I'd die.

-–

Dreaming...

October 24 1867

The bar was filled with drunk people, well of course it was a bar. America decided to gulp down on some beer to calm his nerves. The cold air followed him as he went inside the saloon-type bar. He buried his hands inside the pockets of his coat and shivered. He evaded the drunkards that blocked the bar and sat on a stool, waiting for a bar-tender.

"What can I get ya, Alfred?" Said a woman in her 40s, her long black hair carved her face beautifully while her brown eyes glistened. He was a regular customer after all. "Just some beer, like always, sandy" he said cheerily as Sandy filled his mug with the golden nectar. He sipped it and felt comfort in every sip. He heard rumbling beside him and the voice sounded familiar

"Do you know, who I am? *hic* I'm freaking *hic* Denmark. I*hic* been in morwars tha-youuu~" mr. Denmark? America looked beside him to see his comrade with closed eyes, red cheeks, his clothes sloppy, and with dozens of beer mugs and shot glosses in front of him, all empty and discarded. The older blonde then looked over his side and then his ice-blue eyes met America's ocean-blue gems. It was intense and America felt chills in his spine. The drunk then smiled at him cheerily and grabbed him for a tight bear hug.

"America, ho-nice...t'see you~" he said rubbing their cheeks together, Alfred wanted to use his super strength to push him away, but he didn't. "See guys, 'm not *hic* alon*hic*" he yelled randomly, before letting America go.

"Mr. Denmark what're you doing here?" Asked the American as he fixed his messy clothes. He never saw him like this, he saw him drank beer but never drunk. Denmark opened his eyes and then closed them again, swaying back and forth as he rubbed his chin thinking of an answer, he then snapped his fingers and lunged forward to hug America once again.

"You see, my friends, 10-shots-o'-vodka, whiskey-bottle, and a-family-o'-24-beers were helping me with my problem. Damn Prussia didn't want to buy my colonies here. I didn't care, it wasn't serious. But now, I'm going bankrupt I need to sell them or I'll be miserable like Spain" he mumbled as he let the side of his head crash into the bar counter. America looked thoughtfully at his drunken friend, he did pity him. Maybe, he could ask his boss to buy them...he could. He did owe him a bit.

"I would have to make so much furniture...and-and Lego and maybe even start to sell my body..." He sobbed comically. Hmmm, Denmark as an escort...not bad. Damn it, it was a disrespectful thing to imagine him like that. He did have pride as the king of Scandinavia, although it'll still look hot. America never saw him like this nor did he want to see him like this often.

"Ugh, my boss is gonna kill me. But I'll buy them" the younger nation groaned as he patted the viking's back. Just then, the Dane looked at him in surprise then a look of relief and thankfulness washed his face and then he grabbed america again for an even tighter hug. Again, really. America pulled away and looked at him straight in the eye. "Maybe, it 's a maybe, got it? I have to convince my boss first" he smiled weakly, he didn't want to get his hopes up. Denmark stood up wobbly and gave a thumbs up and an open mouthed smile, while still having flushed cheeks. " please, all he needs is some danish charm" he chuckled loudly before losing consciousness and landing on top of America. America blushed wildly in a mix of embarrassment...and excitement (?) nobody looked their way for some strange reason. He picked the older nation and swung the sleeping one's arms over his shoulders and picked his legs up, just like how a father would pick up his son. He was heavy, but America even being a bit smaller in built had carried heavier things.

They went out of the bar but not before Alfred paid their bills. He owed him big time, vodka isn't cheap in this bar, you know? The cold wind passed through them and with that the sleeping Viking hugged America tighter, he was slightly shivering in the cold, but America didn't seem to care, the way their bodies were pressed against each other or how his heart beat against his back or the cute snores that escaped the older one's mouth made him feel safe and happy. At that very thought he pushed the feeling away thinking how wrong it was. But the more they went closer to his house, the more sounder the snores, the more the Dane's arms tightened and loosed his grip around his chest, the more America allowed the feelings to take over.

From then on, every gaze, every time they touch, hold, or even talk made him blush. The more he wanted him to be his. The thought of him waking up next to him made him smile, he knew he was out of his league but it was wishful thinking. He didn't care if it was to make the American-Danish empire or if it was simply AlfredxMatthias. All he knew that he wanted this Dane to be with him for life. But the fear of rejection and loss was to grave for his heart that it was imperative to keep the feelings locked up.

...

*knock**knock*

A very excited Dane waited for his Norwegian buddy to open the door. It was a common practice for him to break the door whenever he visited, which was almost everyday. But today he decided to do things differently. He didn't want anything to trigger his energy rush. In due time, his sweet America would be coming to his land and settle things with his soon-to-be ex-colonies. Nope, he didn't want to be an impulsive Viking while his blonde beauty was visiting him or do anything that might upset him. He even tried the special herbal tea Finny suggested him to use... Hmmm... Maybe Norge was still asleep. Oh well, he could wait. He waited by the porch and looked at how everything looked better in white snow when the morning sun rises. He was definitely more calmer. Yep, he was gonna enjoy his time with America, yup he was ready for their fantasized date...why did they have to meet again? Oh yeah, he was bankrupt and after 50 years, America had persuaded his boss enough to buy the islands off his coast.

It really took him back, you know, the first time he felt something for the youngster. Not that he was that old... He may be eons older than America, but he was only a year or two older than him in human terms. It won't look strange...hehehe, right? Matthias closed his eyes as he continued to argue with himself before calming himself and remembering that day.

Denmark was sleeping contently on a pure white bed, a sudden cold breeze made him shiver. He moved his hands across the bed to find something to cover him, in spite of wearing his long trench...'where's my coat?' He thought as he felt the fine linen of his black shirt rather than the wooly coat. He opened his eyes, the white room stung his eyes...he hated white, oh wait no he didn't, he just hated hangovers...which almost never happens. Wait... He wasn't sleeping on a bench or maybe on the sidewalk somewhere, where was he? Did he sleep with some chick or dude? He groggily shook his head and rubbed his eyes, still confused about his location. Suddenly the door creaked slowly, he looked to his side, still sitting on the bed.

"Oh good you're awake!" said a very happy American. Upon seeing the nation, he immediately jumped out of bed onto the other side away from America. He was shivering and was shaking in embarrassment. "D-did I f-fucked you last night?" He pointed at him with a shaky arm before, having a huge migraine took over his head that caused him to kneel down rubbing his temple. He looked up again seeing the younger nation confused. "Or did you f-fuck me?" He was now tomato red. America chuckled loudly hiding those hot ideas at the back of his mind.

"No, Mr. Denmark. You were horribly drunk last night so I brought you here to my house." With that statement he relaxed and plopped back to bed. Come on, he still had his shirt and pants on and it didn't have any cum stains so he was safe. He felt America seat next to him and place something on the night stand. He inspected the youngster's body, mentally making a WTF face. He wore a sloppy collared shirt that wasn't buttoned all the way through and his pants were loosely hanging on his waist showing that he was wearing drawers. In a quick inspection he marveled at how built he really was, when he dressed up he look lanky probably a bit chubby. But as he sees it the civil war, Prussian training and hard work made his body bulge with vigor, well not as big as him but admirable for a young man. He moved up to see a worried face. The young man placed his hand over the Dane's forehead, which made the older man blush. "Mr. Denmark are you alright?" Asked America, Denmark stared into those pools of sapphire, getting lost in them before snapping out of his daze. "I'm alright and for the last time, stop calling Mr. ya rascal!" Denmark grabbed America in for a headlock and ruffled his hair. America laughed with him and mouthed a simple 'okay'.

The whole day was spent in happiness in each other's company. They laughed together and casually chatted. It wasn't until later did America told him about how much he owes him with his West Indies and all. But before Denny could even react he made it very clear that he still needs to convince his boss. Either way Denmark was happy.

That day changed what he saw in the boy. Even though, he passed it as a hangover-induced puppy love.

January 24 1902

Denmark sat nervously in a room closed off from the world. He and America are about to sign the contract...the contract that meant everything to the Dane's boss at the moment. He began playing with his hands, like he always did when he was nervous, imagining it was America's he was playing with. Alright, he accepts the fact that he likes him. What's not to like anyway. But if somebody knew about this, he'd either chop them with his axe or die in embarrassment. His cheeks were red as he imagined his lips touching the other blonde's lips, how much relief it would bring, how soft yet manly that pucker hole was. The thought racing through his head like a racehorse made him press his palms with his thumbs faster and pinch each of his fingers harder, until the door opened.

"Hey, Denmark! I'm ready to sign now." America came in smiling. That smile made the trip worthwhile. He looked blankly at him before realizing the waves of gooey feelings making his eyes locked on his constantly moving fingers. 'Alright, now just breathe, it'll be over soon. Breathe. Breathe. *sigh* breathe. He stood up and took the young nations hand in a very tight handshake grinning at him, only realizing his wincing when it was too late. Denmark let their hands drop before sitting hastily and went back to play with his fingers.

On the other side, Alfred rubbed his hands and then went to running his fingers through his hair, excessively. It was his coping mechanism when he got nervous. He then took out an official looking document and glided it across the table. Matthias looked at it for a moment, before reading it carefully. After what felt like hours, they both signed the paper before an American secretary took it and placed it in a suitcase before heading out of the room leaving the two fair-haired men to sit there in silence.

Finally Denmark looked America straight in the eye with eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you for helping me, Alfred, it means so much" as he shook America's arm with both hands rapidly. "N-no pro~blem m-man!" He tried his best to reply while still being shaked by the taller man. They both laughed and smiled. They always did this when they met, wanting to do couple stuff without either one noticing the other's intent, each ever so oblivious to the other one's cravings, stupidly pushing each other closer only to be pulled apart farther. Performing a blind tango where their passion was masked from the other.

...(end of daydream)

*knock**knock*

"Why the hell is he taking this long?" Denmark started getting annoyed. He kept on knocking and knocking with no reply.

~Norway was sleeping in his room, when Troll wake him up.~

"He's there? And knocking instead of using his axe? Well let him wait then..." Was all he mumbled before went back to sleep.~

Sigh, Denny didn't want to do it, but he had no choice. Norge wouldn't mind, he did this stuff on a regular basis and he can always calm down afterwards. He pressed his feet flatly on the wooden porch, steadying his stance with his axe placed right in front of him and then he swung his axe up, gripping on the handle tighter as it swung down.

~CLANG~

Wait that didn't sound like wood getting chop...and why did it feel like it was pushing his axe away. Denmark looked what was hindering him from chopping the oak door to bits.

"Dude, what the fuck?" Yelled a confused American, pulling out his rifle and blocking the axe before he could become American pork chop. You don't need to know how he keeps his rifle hidden in his jacket, it's just one of the perks of being awesome. Matthias's eyes grew twice as big and his face was bereft of blood.

"A-americ-a?" He started to shake wildly, he felt his knees become like jelly before he weakly pulled his axe up. America magically hid his rifle as he tried to regain his breath and wiped some sweat coming from his forehead. Damn it, did Denmark feel stupid or what. He could've ruined the deal or worse he could have killed...HIM.

"I-I am so sorry, Alfred. I was gonna ch-chop the doo-" "and why is chopping down the door needed in the first place?" Huffed America, what a waste of good wood. He scowled at Denmark, only to see a sad pouting face. Did he look cute or what?

"At least, I didn't die, so I'm fine. What're you doing here anyway?" Asked the younger nation as he scratched his head. The older blonde could already feel himself smile. He could feel his heart lift u-wait why does he have to answer that, it was even more peculiar for him to be in Oslo than him being there in the first place.

"I should ask you the same question, aren't you suppose to be in...I don't know, Copenhagen?" He scowled, feeling so proud that he was topping the situation. Did he think that Oslo was better than his city? no way, Norge is not gonna steal this guy! America didn't know what to say 'oh I went and visit your best friend and/or lover so I could ask about you as a pathetic attempt to get close to my long-time crush, didn't that sound...super?'

"Well... Um...y-you see" America tucked his neck trying to avoid eye contact, but the Dane moved closer looking at him with curiosity. Both of the blondes in that situation wanted to tackle each other into a deep kiss, finally letting out all of what they felt for the other one. With a big gulp, they inch a bit closer...'here goes attempt #29'

"He went over here 'coz the ship to your place had to be fixed" answered the smaller Norway. They instantly pulled apart blushing in a crimson shade and it still went unnoticed to both of them. Well, 29 was a bust. Why did they have to be the biggest pussies in the world.

"Yup! Norway is totally right" America just went with the lie. Denmark sighed with relief before giving a small smile.

"Well then, thank you Norge for taking care of my guest. Now, if you may excuse us we have some business to attend to" said the light-blonde as he pulled America by his wrist and lead him out of the house. Denmark could feel his heart pump fervently, while America could feel himself hyperventilating. But still happiness was the prevailing wind that lifted their sails on the way to Copenhagen.

April 1st 1917

The streets of Washington were lined with bags of sand, military jeeps were everywhere and soldiers marched down the wetted pavement with military precision. The Dane didn't know what to think. It was three years ago when the world was thrown into hell and here he was, being neutral. Not that he minded, he was once a power-hungry Viking and it took a couple of centuries to see the monster he became. It was hard to be neutral since he had to keep Germany from constantly barging in his house... He heard Belgium was trying her best to keep the German's out. He plundered deeper, now more concerned with America than himself. The brash nation told him about his plans about waging war against Germany in just a few days. Why was he there? It was to make the transfer of his colonies to him official, but to him it was more on forcing, if not pleading, America to stop this madness. He might start killing random nazis if they hurt him.

With all his pondering, he didn't notice that he was already in front of America's house.

*knock**knock*

He heard footsteps and was greeted warmly by America. "Dude, so glad you're doing this!" He smiled as if a world war wasn't going on. He got annoyed.

"Come in, Denny bud!" He gestured him to come in. Denmark had a scowl on his face and the young man noticed. As Denmark's back was facing him, he couldn't help but frown. They made their way to the couch and silence filled the room. Denmark still not smiling, a world record, pulled out from his coat a very official looking paper. He fixed up the creases and lifted it up to America's eye level.

"This document, right here, officially states that my West Indies are all yours." America could fill the tension. What was he gonna do? Ignore his anger? Hug him? Kiss him? Tell him how much this means to him, but how much more he is to him? This thoughts were buzzing around his head. Right, attempt 51. America stood up and looked Denmark right in the eye and with a gulp of air.

"Let's celebrate! With BEER!" 'Damn it, pussy!' He cursed under his breath, guess 51 is a bust again.

"No." "But De-" "I said fucking no!" The Dane slammed his fist on the small table. He stood up. "Don't you know how stupid this is? Why the fuck would you do this? And don't give me all that hero crap! Is it because it's cool? Don't you see I'm freaking out that you're going to war? What about your soldiers, their families, do you think they want their son, father, brother, or whatever die?" America looked at him with utter surprise. He got up and shrugged giving the older man a nasty look.

"You won't understand...and you shouldn't give a damn about me!" He replied coldly. But he does care...that was his problem, all this time he was shouting he was practically screaming out that he'd rather go to war with him rather than stare anxiously at the sky hoping, praying to God for a miracle.

"I do give a damn..." He said softly. "Because I... 'Love you. Love you. Love you'... D-don't wanna drag your ass off to safety." 'Damn it.' "America, you don't wanna do this..." He grabbed America's shoulder. The other nation grabbed the hand and took it away from his shoulders.

"I don't want to...but I need to. My friends are out there and I can't sleep knowing that there out there, suffering. I know you'd do the same if your brothers were in the same pickle." He smiled weakly. Deep down, Matthias knew would do the same for his bros too. He closed his eyes and smirked.

"You have my blessings then and here I thought you wanted to be the pointless hero again" they smiled at each other. Denmark then turn around and walked to the door before stopping, looking back at America.

"Oh America, one more thing" America looked at the Dane's ice-blue orbs. "Keep your ass in one piece, will ya?" The Dane said with a toothy grin before heading out. America smiled.

August 16 1945

The war was over...not officially though. The streets of America, no longer filled with poker-faced soldiers, but with the triumphant smiles and yells of civilians, along with some of those who mourn. The Dane made his way clumsily through the streets with a crutch on his left an arm sling on his right holding, more like crushing, a beautiful bouquet of red roses, blossoms and some other flowers a certain Dutch picked out for him. Yup, it was three months ago when Denmark was freed from German occupation, he suffered the least casualties and was even successful in keeping his Jewish people safe. But he was still tortured and locked up in a cold dark cellar, being forced to call off the rebellion. Once he was freed though, he's constant rough housing and carelessness made his recovery time...longer than expected.

But Denmark didn't care that his arm was sore because of the crutch, if ever it made him want to walk or limp faster, anxious to see what has happened to his American...crush. Amongst the yells of the crowd, he heard that lovely voice. He turned around to see a young blonde with cloth wrapped around his head and both of his arms. He wore his shirt completely unbuttoned to showcase that marvelous torso wrapped in unending coils of bandage. He still looked handsome, but damn if he sees those axis creeps again, he'll wage war against them in a heartbeat.

Just as he was about to come closer, the American noticed him and pulled his arms out waving wildly before wincing a bit with pain. He ran up to him...now was Denny's chance he is gonna whip out the bouquet, try his best to kneel, and say 'will you go out with me', attempt 78 is going to be successful. As America inch closer, some random girl tackled him and kissed him right on the lips. What the fuck, 78 is the most epic fail yet. Denmark blushed red crimson and hid his bouquet. America pushed away from the kiss, out of breath, and tried his best not to be annoyed.

"Hey, Denny who's that for?~" cooed America, seeing the giant bundle of flowers behind his friend. Maybe this was Denny's only chance... He placed the flower in front of the young man. "This are for you, I think you..." America's heart started pounding, could it be? Could his best friend have fallen for him? He blushed as he grabbed the bouquet. "Were a big pussy in the front lines HAHAHAHA" 'damn it, Denmark.'

"Oh..." America frowned for a moment before grinning at him mischievously. "At least, I wasn't Germany's pet Canary."

"Gah! I was no-" Denmark suddenly felt soft, feminine lips pressed against him, it was another random chick. Denmark felt it was necessary to make it a good kiss...since he wanted to forget seeing his crush get kissed by another.

What? Was it 'kiss a random person' day? America gulped down a lump in his throat and hid the box of cookies he was hiding in his jacket. Yup, his jacket was a mystery. The box had chocolate chips and walnuts, the Dane's favorite along with a note about his true feelings. But the random girl ruined everything. Well at least he had something to eat his pain away later...attempt 78 sucked...

1867- talks between Denmark and America concerning Danish West Indies.

1916-official paperwork

1917-official transfer. few days before official American declaration of war against Germany.

1945- unofficial end of WWII

*Denmark was called as Germany's pet Canary by the Allies.

Update (june 7, 2013) my apologies for not separating the stories... you see i did it on my ipad and totally forgot to seperate