"Hey, Denmark, I sent your unawesome brother, Norway, off again." Prussia called as he slammed the door yet again in Norway's face, making the Nordic glare darkly at the brightly painted piece of wood.

This was the fourth time Norway had knocked on the Dane's door only for it to be slammed in his face by an annoying Prussian, and he was starting to become extremely angered by this. Every single time he had come, he had called before hand and Germany had told him it was okay to see Denmark.

If Germany allowed it, why didn't Prussia let him see Denmark?

Norway growled quietly as he turned around and shoved his hands into his jean's pockets. Denmark was unusually cold for this time of the year, leaving Norway's mood even darker than before.

It had been a week since his last meeting with Denmark and he was both worried and annoyed. And the way the taller blonde had fled at such a simple question did not help calm his mind. All he wanted was to make sure that his fellow Nordic was okay, but he couldn't help but think that there was more to Denmark's absence than a simple sickness.

He sighed as he got to his car, deciding that maybe he should speak to Finland before doing anything too rash to speak with Denmark.

"You sent him away again?" Denmark asked as Prussia entered the room with a large smirk. "Germany told him he could come, why do you insist on keeping Norway away?"

Prussia only shrugged as he threw himself on the bed beside Denmark, wrapping the Dane in a small hug. "I don't trust that Norwegian. He's too smart. He might figure out what's up with you."

Denmark instantly tensed in Prussia's hug at the thought, then shook his head and made to get up. "Norge is my brother, Prussia. How would you like it if I did the same to Germany?"

As Denmark pawed at his hands to make Prussia release him, the albino only tightened his grasp and smiled. "That wouldn't happen because I never bottom!"

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned from cheerful to cold after Prussia mocked Denmark, the blonde's eyes wide in a frozen state as Prussia looked at him in shock.

"N-North?" The Prussian called, unsure if Denmark was fine or not.

There was silence, then Denmark growled. "Let me go."

That's when Denmark started to struggle, trying to rip himself Prussia's grasp. Prussia gasped at the force the Dane used, but refused to let him go.

"No! We need to talk about this because the North I know would never let anyone do this to him!" Prussia growled back, which made Denmark turn and glare at him spitefully.

"I do not need to explain myself to you, Prussia. You may be my best friend, but you're not the father, so you shouldn't be so bothered by this." Denmark bit back coldly, but Prussia only shook his head.

"Listen here, Denmark. We had a drinking contest. We got drunk. You disappeared." Prussia poked Denmark's back with every sentence, which made the blonde's eyebrow twitch. "And three weeks later; after you've become a recluse, may I add; we find out you're pregnant. And the only way to get pregnant- at least for guys- is to bottom."

Denmark growled at him once more and struggled to get out of the Prussian's grip, but it was extremely strong. Stronger than it should have been.

"Were you raped?"

The question stopped all of Denmark's movements, catching him so off guard that he actually blinked as he registered it. Prussia held him tightly as the blonde thought of the question, then renewed his struggles.

"Of course I wasn't raped, you bastard! Why would you even think that!?"

Prussia sighed as he finally released the Dane, shaking his head as Denmark sat up. But before he could bolt, Prussia grabbed his arm and made him turn to face the albino.

"Denmark, I'm worried. Iggy's worried. And I think Germany knows something because he isn't worried."

Denmark bit his lip as Prussia's red eyes bore into him, his hand traveling to hold his stomach. It was now visible if he wore his normal clothing, but it didn't protrude abnormally. It just looked as if Denmark had gained some weight around his middle. Fortunately, this was easily covered up with Germany's shirts.

"That's because..." Denmark sighed, then allowed his shoulders and head to drop. "Germany knows who the father is."

Prussia's eyes widened and his hand drooped to his side because of the shock, then he shook his head rapidly and grasped Denmark by both arms.

"West knows?! For how long?!"

Denmark looked away as his friend shook him slightly, "Since a week after you found out I was pregnant."

Prussia's mouth hung open as Denmark kept his gaze elsewhere, his mind reeling. "That was three weeks ago! Why does West know but I don't?! Me? Your best friend!"

Denmark breathed out and walked out of Prussia's grasp, turning around to look out his window. It was raining today.

"I had a nightmare, I was muttering the dad's name... I dreamed he wouldn't accept our child." Denmark then turned with tears in his eyes, completely frustrated. "Germany heard me and pieced it all together."

Prussia's eyes instantly softened at his friend admitting one of his fears, then he sighed, shook his head, and wrapped the Dane up in a hug.

Denmark grasped Prussia's shirt tightly as he bent his head to rest it on the smaller man's shoulder, some tears flowing down his cheeks.

"You know, I really hate this." He muttered through his tears, which got a soft hum from Prussia. "Crying over anything... Stupid hormones..."

Prussia chuckled softly as he rubbed soothing circles into Denmark's back, then kissed the blonde's temple. "Know what? Who cares if the father doesn't want Gilbert Jr.? He can call you Mama and me Papa."

Denmark laughed quietly as he smacked Prussia's shoulder, glaring playfully at him. "If anything, you're the mother, Prussia. You're smaller than me." Then he raised his hand and pinched the albino's cheek, getting a whine from the smaller man. "And kind of cuter."

Prussia smacked at his hand, "I am hotter than you, Denmark. I am not cute."

His friend only laughed at this, then they both turned to the door when they heard a clear knock. England's head peered into the room to find the two friends with smiles on their faces and he smiled at them.

"Germany and I are back with the groceries. We were wondering if you'd want lunch?"

"Of course Denmark needs lunch!" Prussia immediately announced, grabbing the taller man's wrist to start leading him into the kitchen. "West, prepare your best wurst! The man carrying my child deserves only the best!"

The man in the kitchen turned to his brother with wide and shocked eyes, body tense and pale. Denmark only rolled his eyes as Prussia sniggered, and as he slid into the stool in front of the kitchen's bar, Denmark explained. "Prussia has it stuck in his head that if the true father of my baby doesn't want to be in his life, then he'll become the father."

Prussia nodded as he smiled at Germany, who shook his head. "You cannot be a father, East. You can barely take care of yourself."

Prussia's smile dropped into a frown, then he crossed his arms as he sat down beside Denmark. "Denmark can barely take care of himself too! And I don't hear you insulting him!"

"Nobody's insulting you, chap. We're just stating the obvious." England told him as he entered the kitchen, starting to work on their lunch. "Besides, Denmark's going to be a fine mother."

The smile Denmark had at Prussia being called irresponsible also dropped at this, "Hey! I'm not a chick, Iggy! I'm not a mother!"

Germany smirked slightly as he grabbed the wurst he had bought, deciding that he should make it to improve Prussia's mood. "I thought you were the pregnant one here, Denmark." He muttered, which got a snicker from England while Denmark gasped at him.

"West! You turncoat!"

The German man just chuckled as he began to prepare the food, then England spoke. "Don't worry, Denmark. We'll just make sure little Arthur Jr. calls you mum and me dad. We won't let Prussia screw with him."

Denmark groaned loudly as he let his head drop onto the counter before him, shaking his head slightly. "Not you too, Iggy. Do you all want to be the father?"

"No. I'll be okay being the God Father." Germany smirked back at him over his shoulder, which got Denmark to throw a pencil at his broad back.

"Screw you all." He groaned, then gasped and pointed his finger at the sky. "I got it! If I'm going to be the mother, than I need a chick to be the father! Who do you think is better, Hungary or Ukraine?"

England chuckled to himself as he cut up vegetables, all the while Germany and Prussia turned to him with fearful faces.

"Dude, are you suicidal?" Prussia asked him, but Denmark shrugged.

"Could be. How much is left on the food? I'm starving."

Germany shook his own head, wondering how one man could be so random; apart from Gilbert of course; then went back to the wurst. "An hour or so."

There was a chorus of groans from both Prussia and Denmark that made the chefs smile.

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