Title: Shame On You

Disclaimer: I don't own Denmark or any of the awesome characters of Hetalia, because if I did, I promise you that there would be a whole lotta more Denmark then there is!

AN: Okay, sorry it's been awhile but I've had others thing on my plate but I feel really good about this chapter, probably my mine best yet. The comments were great and awesome and I really glad they like Fem!Denmark! well, here it is!

"Ack! Hey!"

Never known for her subtly or gentleness, the Dane's aggressive shots across the ice and the savage look in her eyes was one of pure unadulterated fury. That reminded everyone why she was Team Captain.

She ruled over the ice.

Usually a great asset, the Dane's teammates were slowly realizing that there was a negative to it as well. Because the sole female player was just plain scary right now.

"She does know that the tournament is next week right?"

"What tournament? Hell. at the rate she's going we're not gonna have any players to compete with."

The whispers, or as good as a team of hockey players can whisper, just bounced off the girl as she shot forward on the ice, spinning just enough to catch the puck and jut it the other way and towards her goal, smirking as it whizzed past two of the defenders positioned at the half-way line. Though it quickly fell when the player that was supposed to catch it and hit into the goal just a mere two feet away, he was shoved to the side by Gilbert who laughed boisterously as he took the puck himself.

"But it surely isn't her they are gawking at."

Dani growled as she shot forwards, easily plowing over her teammates as she raised her stick. That voice echoing around in her head...

"OW! God damn it Dani!"

Dani barely registered the shouts of alarm and then pain as she slammed her stick forward, blind in her self-made fury.

Just as she thrust herself forward on her skates, usually cyan eyes darkened with focus and grit, a loud booming voice broke her from her reverie.

"Danica Kohler!"

The rare use of her full name caused her to screech to a halt, grimacing as she realized she was nearly an inch from her teammate, a rather shy and docile Canadian, her stick just centimeters away from his face when he went to pick up the puck that fell in his domain.

"Er- sorry 'bout that!" she laughed nervously as she rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

But the Mathias or Matthew, or whoever it was, was too busy trembling to accept the apology.

"Sit this one out Kohler," Coach ordered gruffly as he shoved her towards the stands. Stumbling at first, she glanced back irritated as she opened her mouth to protest but the coach beat her to it.

"Sit. It's obvious something is bothering you and a hockey player without a clear head is like a bat without its radar."

"But the tournament is- " she began again only to be cut off again, much to her irritation.

"A week away and we won't win if our team captain blows a gasket," he ordered as he pointed toward the bench firmly, before turning his back on her to address the rest of the team who all seemed to sag in relief.

Deflated, Dani began gliding sullenly over the ice as she headed for the bench, plopping down unceremoniously as she glanced over at her teammates. With a troubled look replacing her previous agitated one, Dani put one side of her face in her palm. Watching morosely as her teammates gliding over the ice, laughing as they talked trash to one another but no one getting upset of it.

What was wrong with her?

With a dejected sigh, she buried her head into the palm of her hands. The coach wasn't wrong. Not about her tension, her loss of control, or even her troubled mind. What was most upsetting was that Dani knew what was bothering her. But she just couldn't come out and say it. It was too embarrassing! How could you talk to your fully male coach that the reason for your aggression is because some stuck-up priss of a girl made a tiny comment about your attractiveness or rather lack of? Then how do you release your inner doubts and worries about the not so sudden attraction to your best friend, your friend who you have known since you were little and who suddenly makes you doubt everything that you are? Because Dani has no doubt that would not go over well with Coach.

He'd probably suspend her from the tournament if he knew she was getting soft.

Wincing at the thought, Dani blew out a puff of air irritated. This wasn't like her! Not to care so much what others thought of her, never! She always lived her life how she wanted, others' opinions never mattered to her. Not when she was teased when she first fell during her skate lesson, not when her handball teammates in elementary found out about her baby blanket, or when the others girls would tease her about not having a mother, or even when they guys would teased her for being a Daddy's girl. She never paid them any heed. Not even when Berwald called her a baby when she broke her arm in wrestling.

Why would she start now?

It was the sharp cry of a whistle that shook the girl out of her thoughts. Looking up bewildered to see the coach looking at her bemused.

"Times up and you're in Kohler," he nodded towards the field before he looked back down at his clipboard.

Dani nodded gruffly, a firm frown appearing upon her face in an attempt to be serious. So as not to arise anything that wasn't needed. But as hard she tried, she couldn't let the small smirk that seemed to pull at the corner of her lips as her eyes darkened once again as she thought once again of a tiny brunette with a sneer on her face.

What the hell does she know?

As she skated forward, her teammates looked up with welcomes grins only for them to be wiped clean and replaced of looks of horror and fear. You would've too, if you had noticed the way the Dane's hands were clenched at her sides, hard enough to draw blood.

"What's do you think is wrong with Dani?"

It wasn't a surprising question Tina asked, for it had been asking ever since the weekend ended two days prior. So it was certainly no surprise either when Lukas didn't even bother glancing away from his meal, knowing where this conversation is heading. Having received no answer, the Finn continued persistently.

"You're not concerned at all?" Although she never specified who she was talking to, everyone could see her eyes focused on the musician who sat across from her. Neither Eirikur nor Berwald looked up from their own lunch or book respectively.

"About what?"

"Don't you think she seems a little off to you? I thought you were her best friend?"

Tina looked at him reproachfully, eyeing him with her wide brown eyes. Lukas didn't even have a chance to respond before an enraged shout filled the common area, disturbing everyone to a point where they glanced to where the shout was coming from.

"OH YEAH, BASTARD?"

The entire Nordic table turned in unison at the sound, only to see their exact topic of interest, though a more enraged version of her. Because there stood Dani Kohler who looked like she was dressed in another one of her uniforms, this time her hockey one. You know, minus all the extra padding and protection she had to wear plus her skates, which all seemed to be packed into the draw string bag that she had thrown over her shoulder. Her hair, drenched and tame for once from her after-practice shower, was tied up in its usual ponytail but loosened as she threw her head backward in an over exaggerated scoff.

"Next time I see you on the ice, I'm gonna body slam you into next WEEK and then use your head as a HOCKEY PUCK!" she screamed furiously, before turning on her heel as she marched away defiantly. She passed the table they all sat at and without as much as a glance, huffing angry puffs of air as she stomped her way up the stairs.

Once out of sight, the table resumed their habitual eating, with the exception of Tina who looked over at the Norwegian knowingly.

"Maybe you're right. I'm sure she's fine."

Lukas just sighed inwardly. Tina was relatively new to their group so she wasn't quite used to the Danish girl's temper yet. She thought everything the Dane got mad at was a call for an intervention. That was most definitely the Dane's fault for always having that smile glued onto her face but it was a rare case that she was truly angry. Dani is the type whose anger will just explode no matter the situation and then she just needs a release. But it's hardly ever a call for a talk, sometimes but not often.

"Ah" a noise from Berwald had Lukas broken from his dream-like state.

Looking over at where Berwald was, the Nordics saw him put his book down for second to retrieve something from the floor only to come back holding up a hairband from his fingers.

"D'ni's," he confirmed. Tina looked at the band to her boyfriend several times before speaking.

"How do you know?"

"Her initials." Tina shipped her head back to Lukas who took it from Berwald.

"What?"

"Her initials. She carves them on the band of metal on them," he pointed to the metal part as the Finn took a hold of it to get a better look.

"Why?"

"She's bizarre," is the only thing Lukas said as he made to stand up.

"Where are you going Luke?" It was Eirikur who spoke this time, looking up at his brother curiously.

"To give it back. She's even more hopeless when there is nothing to hold back that impossible mane of hers."

With each word emphasized it seemed, clearly showing his ire, he made to walk away from his friends and towards the stairs, where he knew he's find the Dane. He was startled however when a soft hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking up wearily, he saw it was Tina who stopped him.

"Wait Lukas," Tina said alarmed.

"What now? Isn't this what you wanted?"

Lukas was confused now. Perhaps this was why Lukas never hung out with girls, with the exception of Dani. She never went back on words she previously said. You always knew where you stood with Dani.

" Maybe it's better if I go, "Tina offered with a small smile. Lukas raised an eyebrow, clearly displaying what he thought of that idea. He was not alone. Even Berwald looked up from his book to stare at his girlfriend, sporting a perhaps quizzical expression but you could never tell.

"Why?"

Tina looked taken back, not having expected that. From what she gathered from being in this group the last month or so, she genuinely thought Lukas would've just shrugged it off and continued with his meal. But here he was, the rather infamous Lukas Bondevik staring down at her with his rather frigid gaze.

"Er, well." She struggled to find a reason but she was running into walls. "Well, it's just that...well, maybe it'd be better if Dani had another girl to talk to…ah.." Tina sweat dropped at the reaction she got, which was a bunch of blank stares. She thought it was a good one herself!

"You know you're about to go after Dani right?" Eirikur deadpanned. Tina looked back startled.

"But she's still a girl."

"N't re'lly, n't like you wo'ld th'nk," Berwald confirmed, not looking up from his obviously interesting novel.

"Besides," Tina turned to look back at the stoic blond before her, "what makes you so confident that you could get through to her any better than any of us?" Lukas concluded. Tina was silent.

"Lukas knows Dani's temperament better than anyone Tina," Eirikur concluded.

Tina though shook he read slowly as she moved away from the table, grabbing the hairband and her bag as she did so.

"Years of camaraderie can only get you so far, sometimes you need a new ingredient to bring out the flavor," she said as she descended toward the stairs.

Surely talking to Dani isn't the obstacle that make it out to be, right?

Okay. So maybe they had some reason in what they had been trying to say

These were Tina's thoughts as she stepped out onto the school roof, hoping to find the raging Dane that had left in a fury only moments before and find her she had.

Though perhaps not in the way she imagined.

Because there before her stood the Dane, just as angry as she had appeared in the cafeteria. Standing in a confrontational position, her arms spread out all the while her hands clenched into fists and her foot placed just a bit farther in front of her than the other, huffing rather loud puffs air, a rather worn soccer ball by her side.

The wall she was currently hiding behind had huge craters impacted in it. Soccer-ball sized craters to be exact. There seemed to be at least forty different ones.

Okay. This is no big deal. Dani was just another girl, just like her. No different. If anything she was simpler, she was Berwald's cousin. All the more easier. Repeating the manta in her head, she took a deep breath before coming out from her hiding place, determined to speak with her.

"Dani, Moi-" she began to say but was cut off quite drastically.

For a rather fast, nearly sonic fast, ball whizzed past her face only to be imbedded in the wall just behind her. A few centimeters away.

Oh God.

Feeling weak, she trembled as she slid down the wall in shock, barely registering the panicked, loud voice of the person she had addressed first.

"AH! Tina? Oh Odin, are you okay?" Tina would have replied if not for the athlete shaking her effortlessly.

"Ah, Dani! I'm fine, I'm fine!" she cried out, relieved when the grip melted away. But her shock had not ended.

Because that ball that lay right beside her now, having fallen from the crater it had been imbedded in, was not a soccer ball. No. It was a handball. Dani did not kickbut threw it.

Okay. So maybe the rumors of Dani being one of the strongest students in school weren't a mere exaggeration.

Turning back to the other girl she smiled a somewhat shaky smile at the Dane, who returned it full force.

"Ah, gudskelov, 'Waldy would've killed me if I had KO-ed his first girlfriend!" Dani laughed relieved.

Tina smiled, no longer shaken, as she allowed the taller girl to help her to her feet as well as brushing off the rubble that she had got on her school skirt.

"So what brings you up here? Figured you'd be with Berwald," Dani questioned as she bent down to grab her fallen handball, nestling it between her arm and side.

"Well, I was, had been, but I heard the commotion you made and I-" she began before the Dane laughed, nervously.

"Oh, you heard that?"

People back in Scandinavia probably heard it.

"It's just well, you have been somewhat distant lately," Tina began only to be cut off again.

"Oh, have I? I didn't really-" The Dane began only to be cut off, surprisingly by Tina this time.

"Yes you have. Ever since the-" she paused considering the tension that appeared in the Dane's shoulders and face "the concert," she finished lamely.

There is silence. It is unnerving, Tina thinks. For in all the months she's been around the rather exuberant girl, never once was anything reduced to silence. Perhaps what makes it all even more uncomfortable is that the smile that had never left now seems to have vanished.

"It is because of the concert isn't it." While phrased as a question, both of them know it's a confirmation than anyone else.

Dani doesn't reply, can't reply. She can only turn her back as she walks towards the center of the roof silently before she sits down, I=a bit sullenly too. Tina swallows thickly as she follows suit, coming behind the girl, whose eyes are darkened with the turmoil festering up inside of her.

"You can tell me you know, I won't tease you for it."

That must be it, Tina realizes. It is in the way the Danish girl whips her head towards her, eyes earnest and doubtful, that she sees the answer.

"It was what Marianne said, right?"

…

…..

…

"…Ja."

A smile. "I see."

Tina made to sit beside the other girl, making sure to fold her legs accordingly as to avoid any embarrassing mishaps. Dani apparently didn't care, with how she had plopped down carelessly as she sprawled her legs out in front of her right as she leaned back onto the palms of her hands. "It's nothing really." Placing the ball down between her legs she started swirling her finger on its surface, making idle doodles, invisible ones but doodles none the less.

"It can't be of it gets you to act this way."

"The truth shouldn't bother me!" she exclaims loudly, her hands curling into fists in front of her chest.

"Truth? What truth?"

If anything Tina is confused more than ever.

"In the way she looked at me, that everyone looked at me! As if I was some natural disaster! With how Marianne said no boy would ever gaze at me with anything more than friendliness, won't see me as anything other than one of the guys! As someone to back you up in a fight or to help with your slap-shot! That will be what everybody, anybody, even what Lukas will ever think-" she ranted, her speech getting louder and more passionate as she went on only to stop short at the Norwegian's name, slapping her hands over her mouth in shock.

Her slip up did not go unnoticed.

"Lukas?"

Dani groaned dramatically as she hid her face in her palms, moving to lay down so as to hide in mortification., waiting for the laughter to come.

….

Any minute now.

…

…

"I knew it!"

It was that excited exclamation that had Dani snapping her head up to look at the other girl incredulously.

What?

"Oh I knew this would happen! Congratulations Dani!" Tina learned over and hugged the taller girl excitedly, who was still numb in disbelief.

"On what? That I never even had chance in Hell?" she exclaimed bitterly. Tina's smile slipped away as she looked at the other girl curiously.

"What?"

"Lukas would never like me as how I am," she murmured sullenly.

"He's your best friend, or course he-", Tina started off sympathetically only to be cut off.

"As a friend, yeah, but not as a girl. Never."

"Dani, you know that's not true."

"Yes it is!" Dani looked affronted.

Tina looked at the other girl dubiously. She would have thought it was one of the Dane's many pranks but she knew that vulnerable look in her eyes, not having seen it on the Dane before but so many other girls with herself included. She truly believed Lukas would never like with how she was. What Berwald always told her about his cousin now echoed in her mind.

She's j'st obl'v'ous.

She just brushed him off at those points, thinking maybe the Dane didn't want to acknowledge the obvious attraction she had to the Norwegian. But this girl that sat before her was fully realized in her feelings for her best friend. It wasn't shyness or worry that stopped her, but rather a lack of confidence. Tina would have laughed at anyone who would've said that about the Danish girl before, but looking at her now Tina realized with jolt that it was true. Not only was she perfectly positive that Lukas would never see her as anything but his tomboy best friend but something even more drastic.

She had no idea that Lukas already felt the same.

Oh yes, no one had any idea that she knew, with the exception of Berwald who she spoke to about it on various occasions. She saw the way the musician's cheeks got a smidge darker when the Dane would ran up to hug him or if she smiled an extra wide smile in his direction. The way his blank stare became a little more hostile when he was Dani greet Gilbert or any of her teammates in a similar fashion. How only she and she alone was allowed to call him Norge, a rather embarrassing childhood nickname she learned. How the Dane could get him to do anything, no matter how much he resisted, with that grin and wide blue eyes of hers. How he never gave anyone the same treatment.

Only for Dani.

Tina smiled at the thought. They both loved each other intensely, Justas much as her and Berwald but they did nothing about it. Dani would forever remain oblivious and Lukas would stay silent with his insults and jabs, all which would have that hidden undertone of affection.

All they would need is a push, really.

Tina brightened up at the thought. She could do it for sure! Dani believed Lukas would never like her if she wasn't those dignified girls that followed him endlessly and Lukas never wanted Dani to change who she was.

If one was pushed far enough there would bound to be a confrontation that a confession!

"That's it," she squealed excitedly, snapping Dani would of her depressed thoughts.

"What's it?" she asked curiously, forgetting her earlier slump.

"I'll turn you into a girl!"

It was now Dani to look astonished, her light cyan eyes widening at the Finn's words.

"A girl? Aren't I that already?"

"Apparently not to your standards. All you need is some pruning, seriously, and Lukas won't be able to resist," Tina smiled excitedly.

"You really think so?" the Dane questioned, her regular smile starting to form at her lips.

"I know so."

"Your awesome Tina," the Dane laughed loud and happy, her grin coming full force as she leaped up energized.

"But there are some ground rules you have to follow, to ensure your path is secure," the Finn warned, waving her finger in the taller girl's face.

It was no surprised really that Dani hesitated, never have been one for rules. But the mere thought of Lukas liking her, just the same way she thought of him. As a potential lover, a girl, it was too much for the Danish girl to resist. Nodding a bit reluctantly, Dani moved to gather all her hair in her hand so as to tie it up again before Tina's gentle hand caught hers in the motion. Halting her movements, Dani looked at the Finn curiously who only smiled knowingly.

"The first step, I think, is letting your hair hang down for a change."