DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia or its Characters. Hetalia, Norway, Iceland, Finland, Sweden, England, Romania, Sealand and Denmark and anyone else mentioned from the fandom bar the United Kingdom Brothers are copyrighted to Hidekaz Himaruya. Plotline, Lukas and Emil's Father and Instructor, 'Norway' and 'Denmark' are owned by me. Norway and Denmark (The Countries) are owned by the people.

I woke up moaning due to the fact my head was throbbing so much it felt like a hammer trying to get a nail in, and kept failing- So left small notches everywhere.

"OH MY GOD HE'S NOT DEAD! I can actually do First Aid!" I couldn't figure out where, but someone was doing a Victory dance singing 'I'm from Danmark'. The lovely song which has the lyrics 'I'm from Danmark, I'm from Danmark, Suck my Dick, I'm from Danmark'. The scariest part was the first time I heard it, it was a woman singing it.

"Head…ache." I muttered, moving my elbow so I could prop myself up on it.

"He's not paralysed either! Am I the King of First Aid or what? Hey, kid, what's your name?"

"Lukas, I'm not a 'kid' and please stop yelling." I started whining, and I didn't care as long as he shut up. And stopped implying I was a baby goat.

Naturally, I sat up. And guess what? The singing idiot had leaned over the top of me so we crashed skulls.

I always thought that the actors and actresses under-reacted when they did the same in films. Trust me, I was right- It would probably still be worse if you didn't feel like you were about to die from a headache already.

"Holy Shit you have a hard head!" I had only just managed to open my eyes to see that whoever the singing idiot was had fallen off the bed I was on. Wait…last time I remember I was in snow.

"Where am I?"

"My place. Like it? I found you by yourself in the snow unconscious so I thought I'd be helpful." The idiot had decided to poke his nose upwards from the footboard. Wild blonde hair, blue eyes.

"My half-brother was getting help because I seriously hurt my ankle."

"So that's why that limping albino looking kid was getting pissed off yelling stuff I didn't understand was around here."

"He's not albino, and why didn't you do anything?"

"Like I just said, I didn't know what he was saying!"

I rolled my eyes. "You're pig-nosing."

"What the hell does pig-nosing mean?! It sounds weird."

"It's when the bottom of your nose goes up so it looks like a pigs. And since you're already weird, it suits you."

"Now that was uncalled for." He sulked. "And what's a pig?"

"You don't know what a pig is?"

"Ikke."

"Well, you're stupid then."

"It's not my fault!"

"Then who's is it?"

"…I really don't want to talk about it."

"Fine. Why did you bring me in here then?"

"Because you were injured and that's what nice people do, right? I bandaged up your ankle and everything! You broke it pretty bad. Then I put you on the bed so you could rest it."

"Wait…if I remember rightly, I still had my Ski's on when I went unconscious."

"Please don't kill me if I told you I snapped them because I couldn't get them off your feet and you would be impossible to carry with them on! I'll fix them, I promise!"

"You'd better, they cost a lot of money. And wait, you carried me?"

"Yeah! I was gonna get my sled or something then I realised how light you were so I carried you over my shoulder."

"Oh…And you still haven't told me your name."

"Matthias Kølher. The name screams awesome, right?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"Excuse me, but I get offended really easily, so I'd take that back if I were you."

"Oh, does anger make your hair stand on end? Oh wait, it already does."

This 'Matthias' or whatever his name was burrowed his brows. I'm guessing he was one of the very few people who wasn't used to having a dry, sarcastic person around them. "I'm getting coffee and I was going to offer you- but then you started being mean and since you can't walk, you'll have to suffer me drinking it right in front of you~"

"Maybe I'm not thirsty." I said as he walked out.

Due to having so many skiing accidents when I was younger and Emil having a violent stage when he was about thirteen, I could tolerate pain quite well and my ankle had gone numb from it being rested so I think that Matthias almost had a heart attack when I was leaning casually on the door frame.

"Wait, what the hell are you doing?"

"I've got to move my foot otherwise I won't have so much movement in it when I get better."

"Trust me, I've dealt with a lot of injuries because of this damn forest and your ankle is definitely the worst I've seen from someone who survived going near to it."

"This damn forest? We're in it?"

"Yeah, I'll open the curtains for proof if you want." It must have been around midday, so the daylight streamed around the curtains. However, when he started to yank them apart, I realised we were so deep into it that it wasn't possible to see life in any direction. "Heh, most people have been so scared about the rumours about this forest even if they are severely injured they'll try and escape. After I saw your bro get up I thought you would too. You're the first person I've seen in about half a decade."

"So you haven't seen anyone in about half a decade yet you're probably the same age as me, give or take a few months?"

"17 years old, birthday June 5th."

"17 years old, birthday May 17th."

"It was alright at first, even though I was only a little kid, but then I got as bored as hell. I managed to find this thing and managed to meet two people on it though, Gil and Al." He said, kicking the monitor of a desktop that must have been around the same age we were. "When we were about 13 they were both found dead, along with their brothers, Ludwig and Matthew, under suspicious circumstances. Of course there was an obvious reason that they had died."

"And that was?"

"Look, I need to ask you an important question, and if you answer correctly and honestly, I'll let you live. If not, it won't just be your ankle that's broken."

"I promise. I'm a crap liar anyway."

"Do you believe in Supernaturals?"

"I guess believing in myself is a good start."

"You're a supernatural yourself?!"

"If you count seeing things other people don't that aren't hallucinations I guess so."

"I knew there was something off about you and your brother when I saw you! Is your brother one too?"

"He's secretive but he's been acting if he can interact with non-living things. He talks to anything bar people."

"Sounds like one." Matthias shrugged. "I'll tell you the truth about the rumours and why they were killed and stuff and why I live in the forest. But first either sit down or get back in that bed, before I'll have to kill you anyway to take you out of your misery!"

I sat down at the table opposite where he was just to make him happy, curling my fine leg back around the leg and kept my bad leg straight. "I can't picture you killing anyone at all."

"Once you've seen me snap you will. Trust me, you don't want to see me snap. Anyway, any questions you want to ask before we get started on this very boring conversation?"

"If you haven't seen anyone for half a decade wouldn't you have died from having no food and water?"

"Since most Supernaturals don't have the same needs as humans I can live that long without them. Anyway, I have a working tap and once you're used to it, cannibalism isn't too bad~"

"That's sick." I said, almost gagging at the thought of eating another person, pulling their bones and guts out everywhere and then eating all of it bar the skeleton. And he actually did it?!"

"There is two benefits- That they won't be a body the Police can look for and hey, just because humans think they are better than everyone else they don't eat their own species like other animals do. Gil's bird ate another bird once. Anyway, Norwegians are meant to be the most 'human' country so you probably think that cannibalism is to animalistic for you~"

"Make me one promise: If you kill me or I die, just dump me somewhere and don't eat me."

"You'll be dead so you won't know what I do." Matthias goofily grinned. "Anything else?"

"Just start talking about what the hell this is all about instead of about eating people." I rolled my eyes. I knew I hated Danes, but I didn't think anyone would go as low as to eat another human being- just because they died and for no other specific reason.

"OK, I'll start from the beginning:

In near enough every country, there is at least one Supernatural. Sometimes there can be more than one. For example, they can be siblings or parent and child or grandparent and grandchild. They are always next of kin, though, and are bound together so tightly only death can separate them. After saying that, only a few of the countries have more than one. On from that, each Supernatural knows of at least one other, though we have less connection to Africa and South America than the other continents, the latter I don't think there are any from that we know about. Do you know anyone?"

"I was friends with a Vampire from Romania and a Brit who had a similar ability to me. The Brit had brothers but they weren't close like you said they had to be."

Matthias stood up from where he was sat with his coffee and went to a drawer in the desk where his computer was. Pulling a wad of paper out he came back and sat down, scattering them all out. "Let me see…Vladimir Porcespu and the infamous Kirkland brothers?"

"Yes…wait, infamous?"

"No-one knows how, not even Alistair, he somehow managed to instead of making his unicorn look like a proper horse he made everyone see it. Trotted around London for half an hour before he realised."

"So even though they aren't close they are all Supernatural?"

"Alistair- Scotland, Dylan- Wales, Sam- Northern Ireland, Arthur- England. We don't know about Peter as of yet, but he was actually born on the Micro-Nation of Sealand, so he might be counted as being from there. Happy?"

"Carry on then."

"Okey-Dokey. Well, of course everyone has their enemies. There is a large amount of people that want us dead. Scientists seem fairer than others, but still, random people want us dead. It's kind of cliché, but for every one Supernatural, one person goes against us. There's people who want us dead, but I mean the ones who are actually coming to kill us. I met the Danish person who wants us dead when I was little. My Mor was one too, so of course there was two of them. They had found us and were chasing us. We'd been going for hours already on foot, my birth village of Lyngby is twelve kilometres north of here. They'd gotten us trapped here, in this forest, and my Mor was on the verge of passing out from exhaustion. She'd collapsed, telling me to keep running since she had carried me the whole time meaning I had my energy plus the adrenaline of it all to add on to it. Since I was only six I refused to leave her. When she realised, she had used her ability- To do anything she could to help others, especially Supernaturals- to do three things. One, to make myself immune to illness, starvation, parchedness and anything the killers do to me. Two, to transport the people who actually lived in this house elsewhere, forgetting they lived here and putting it under her name so I had the right to live here. Three, to curse the forest so that nobody at all could come in and hurt me. The two killers had not yet made it to the forest yet, so the elder one died of the effect of the curse and the younger is still alive, and he killed my Mor when she gave herself in, this time tying me to a tree so I wouldn't move. I believe you have heard of the man too, as well as your killer."

"Who are they?"

"The man you know as 'Denmark' is mine, your father is yours."

"My own father wants to kill me."

"Ja…from my senses I'm getting you never got along but you never thought that he was going to kill you."

"Bastard." I whispered. "From what you said the Supernatural and Killer become 'bound' with each other once the younger of the two is born, so if my father is mine, why didn't he just kill me at birth?"

"Either he was waiting for the right time to do so or he doesn't know it is you."

"Whose is my brothers?"

"…His mother. He left him with you and your father when he was younger, right?"

"Yes."

"Your father and his mother met because of the very reason they were both killers. You know you're one before they are even alive, but you don't get the desire to actually go and kill before they are. She wanted him to teach her what to do. I'm guessing they realised she was closely bound to her Supernatural so much it was her next of kin, so I'm presuming he just fucked her up to see if they were right. As a natural mothers instinct she couldn't kill her own son, so she asked your father to kill him in the process of killing you. Killers can kill any Supernatural, but it doesn't relieve their feeling unless it is their own Supernatural."

I took in all the information better than I thought I would. "So your 'Mor' put the curse on the forest so that people would not come and kill you, but it still seriously injures other Supernaturals?"

"I lied to you because I didn't know whether you knew you were a Supernatural or not. I knew you were of course. She did set a difference between Supernaturals and others. Anyone else would have died if they even went off the course part. I'm guessing she was so desperate to just get it done she didn't manage to make it a little less painful for Supernaturals."

I nodded. To be honest, now that it had been rested, my ankle didn't even hurt that much for having near enough snapping it in half. It had gone numb so there was just a weird sensation in it when I moved it.

"So, your friends were killed because their killers had gotten to them."

"Yeah."

"So why don't you just go and kill your own killer?"

"Well, since we're bound, if one dies, the other does too. And the curse was to protect me from leaving the forest, so when I go too far out of it, I get the same effect as someone who comes too near it. Since you were slightly out of the forest, I got a really nasty burning sensation, my legs all blistered up and it really stings."

"Why have you changed things throughout the conversation?"

"First, I wanted to see how you'd keep up and how quick I could tell you, and I managed to tell you everything quicker than I guessed. Second, they knew which tree Mor had tied me to so shot a bullet at it and it grazed the back of my head slightly. I got short memory capacity from it. Wanna see the scar?"

"I'll pass, thanks."

"So, is skiing just a hobby of yours of what?"

I never usually spoke this much at all, but now he had mentioned skiing, I wouldn't be surprised if he had a problem getting me to not talk. Anyway, from his personality, he probably didn't care anyway.

Eventually, it got darker and darker until it was eventually night-time. Looking around, I only noticed there was one bedroom.

"Where did you sleep last night?"

Standing up, he literally ran up to the sofa before launching himself on it. "I hit the couch! It's actually really comfy, so you don't have to worry about me." He grinned.

"That's nice, because if you want the bed, you can have the bed."

"Woah, I kill and eat people but that doesn't mean I'm cold-hearted!"

"Hmm, I'd consider that twice." I said, standing up perfectly fine. I don't know how, but it was no pain whatsoever, and it wasn't even numb.

"How-"

"I'm tired and since you 'hit the couch' last night, you can hit it again tonight. Natt." I said, walking back into the bedroom and purposely turning off the kitchen light off where Matthias had gone to make coffee.