Denmark's shock at Russia's words was apparent as his mouth hung open and his blue eyes shone of surprise. Just what had he asked of Russia in the bar?

After a few seconds of Russia hugging a rigid Dane, the taller man loosened his hold and looked at Denmark's eyes. "If you would let me, I'd like to have you here for at least one more day. Just to make sure you are okay..."

Wary blue eyes looked up into hopeful purple ones, the emotions swirling in both letting both men know just how vulnerable the other was. And, after a second or two of staring into Russia's eyes, Denmark looked away and leaned on the taller man, his head on Russia's shoulder.

"You promise to never leave me?"

Denmark's whisper was barely audible to Russia, but somehow he still heard it, eyes widening as Denmark closed his eyes and hugged him.

Slowly, Russia hugged him back and breathed out when Denmark started to snore lightly, almost making the violet eyed nation giggle.

"I promise to be with you as long as you'll have me, Daniya."


The World Meeting was supposed to be held in Russia's capital, Moscow, when Denmark had fought with his fellow Nordics. The meeting actually begun on the second day of Denmark's stay in Russia's home, which meant they both arrived together. Much to the surprise of every other nation in the room.

Just what was the happy and carefree Denmark doing with the scary and not mentally stable Russia? Was he being held against his will? Did he need to be saved?

America actually started to think of ways he could save Denmark from Russia's evil grasp, but his inner ramblings were cut short when the rest of the Nordic Five entered the room with a seemingly injured Sweden and extremely angered Finland.

"Denmark!" Finland yelled, scanning the room to find the taller blonde.

The Dane, who had been seated beside Russia at the head of the table, looked at Finland with wide eyes, unsure of what was going to happen now that the smaller was so angry.

All of the chatter in the room quieted as soon as everyone noticed the thick atmosphere around the Scandinavian countries, everybody curious as to what would happen now. Finland's glare was murderous as Sweden stood with crutches underneath his arms, Norway and Iceland both glaring but with slightly less murderous intentions.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Finland yelled as he started to walk towards Denmark, who was now standing beside his chair.

"I-I..." Denmark didn't know what to say, his mouth opening and closing but no clear words leaving him.

Fortunately for the struggling Denmark, Russia got up and placed his hand on the blonde's shoulder, causing a collective gasp to be heard as all of the countries of the world looked on.

"Please, Comrade Finland, we are here to discuss world problems. Not ones in your family." Russia spoke calmly and clearly, face in an uncharacteristic frown as Finland's advance stopped. "You can bicker with Denmark in recess or after the meeting."

No one said anything as Finland stared at Russia with both fear and anger, all the while Denmark felt like he wanted to disappear. Half of the countries were looking at him and the other half at Finland, leaving him the center of attention. Attention that he did not want.

"Now, you listen here," Iceland growled at Russia, standing beside Finland with Norway a few feet behind him.

Denmark could see just how violent Iceland was about to get, just how much the other Nordics disregarded his prone state, and his need to not be paid attention to right now. And, seeing how Finland rose in anger to protect Sweden, but stayed quiet when Denmark actually needed help, Denmark frowned deeply.

"Denmark did something pretty bad that is to be discussed-" Iceland tried to continue speaking, but slowed when he saw Denmark's demeanor change.

The blonde wasn't cowering beside the giant Russian now. He was glaring hatefully at Iceland, blue eyes icy with anger and betrayal, and his whole body was tensed.

"Nothing of the such will be discussed now, Iceland." Denmark hissed, making all of the countries turn to him in surprise. "You will sit down with the rest of the Nordics, you will behave correctly, you will speak when you need to, and you will not cause a scene."

Denmark's voice was cold and calloused, and his tone was final, leaving Iceland glaring at him spitefully but still following his orders and sat down, the rest of the Nordics doing so after him.

All was quiet as Denmark breathed in and out deeply, Russia behind him with his hand still on his shoulder. None of the countries moved, not even America, who was still thinking of ways to save Denmark.

"What are you idiots waiting for?"

Denmark's tone was harsh as he looked around the room, icy blue eyes falling upon the countries that had yet to move.

Russia giggled quietly as he patted Denmark's shoulder, making the blonde turn to him. "Sit down, Daniya." He recommended, then turned to the rest. "The meeting will begin. Please take your seats and prepare your presentations."

Denmark slunk into his chair, arms crossed as he allowed himself to steam in his slowly building anger. Who were Finland and Iceland to dare cause such a scene? Who were they to make him seem like a villain to their fellow countries?

But still, the meeting began and everybody gave reports of their country. Yet, Denmark could feel the glares from the Nordics as he drummed his fingers on the table.

After a while of sitting, feeling the glares, and being able to think, Denmark noticed just how badly he had screwed up. He had walked into the meeting room with Russia. He had at first cowered a confrontation with the Nordics; that questioned his character enough. And then, he had growled and been completely and uncharacteristically angry.

Denmark felt a bit of desolation as these thoughts continued to manifest in his mind, but before he could grow too sad, he felt a warm hand fall upon his shoulder.

"Come on, Daniya. The meeting is over; let us go home."

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