Author's Note: I'm addicted to writing this right now xD I don't know why O-o It will probably slow in updates but for now.. Enjoy! Next chapter, there will be more Norway, I just had to do this x)

Warnings: M-Preg, cussing, rated M just to be safe

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Denmark sighed deeply, watching the fog of his breath against the cold air. Dusk had long past and he was left in dark shadows. Blinking his emerald green eyes, he rubbed his hands together for warmth. A normal person would have gone in by now.

But it was one of the things that made him a Nordic. The cold, icy bite of the nippy air relaxed him, calmed him, and helped him think clearer.

How is this even possible?

He closed his eyes as Iceland's words repeated in his mind.

"Denmark, we understand how you could be feeling right now but that's no reason to take it out on Finland. Hell, it's no reason to treat any of us like that. You're the one to blame. Anyways, you're not even the one who's suffering because of your fucking mistake! Give him time to calm down, come to senses with this new reality, then you can go in there and plan out what you two are going to do cause, like it or not, you're both in this together."

He had to admit that Iceland had always been the quiet type, only speaking when needed. Not as quiet as Sweden though, of course. The icelandic male usually only spoke that way if he was really passionate about something.

Then again, why wouldn't he? Me and Norge practically raised him.

Norge..

I wonder if he's still awake..

The thoughts whirled together in his mind as he got slightly light headed. Getting to his feet and walking into the home once more, he sighed audibly as the warmth greeted him. It looked as if everyone had gone to sleep.

Walking over and turning off the tv and couldn't help but smile as he turned to the couch to see Iceland fast asleep.

That was so like him; falling asleep on the couch. Sitting on the other end of the couch, he shook the Icelandic male on the shoulder gently to wake him up. "Hey, Ice..?"

Iceland only grumbled in his sleep, turning over onto his other side, causing Denmark to roll his eyes, a mischievious smirk creeping to his face as an idea formed. Getting to his feet and creeping away from the couch and into the kitchen, he quickly filled a cup with ice water and walked back, not noticing the puffin perched on the light next to the couch where Iceland continued sleeping.

...

Just as he was about to go through with the plan, cup poised a foot above Iceland's head, the bird let out a loud 'caww' that split the silence, making it seem louder than it actually was.

Iceland jolted awake, violet eyes flashing open. Denmark mentally facepalmed at that. Ofcourse, it didn't surprise him that the bird could wake Iceland up that easily, he'd have to be used to it by now. "Mr. Puffin"{as Iceland calls him} always woke Iceland like that when he was hungry and wanted to food in the mornings.

It must be like an alarm clock to him now.

As Iceland leaned up on his elbows, looking up to see the cup that now, thanks to him sitting up, was an inch from the top of his white hair. The violet-eyed country quirked an eyebrow.

Denmark chuckled awkwardly, taking a sip of the water as if that was the only reason he had it.

His gaze switched back to the bird to shoot him a glare to only waver. God, that bird's so fucking creepy... The thought crossed his mind. He could have swore he was giving him a glare back.

As Iceland registered this, he got to his feet. "Nice try Mathias," he sighed, the Puffin flying over and perching on his shoulder, cawwing softly as he did so.

"Hey, it would have worked if it weren't for that bird of yours." Denmark stated, a slight pouting tone to his voice.

"Whatever, I'm going to bed," Iceland stated, yawning at the end.

"Right, well...Ice...I wanted to say sorry for earlier, you were right. There was no reason to be like that to Finland. It is my fault.."

Iceland just shrugged, not saying anymore before walking out of the room, though Denmark did catch a slight smirk to his features as he turned down the hallway towards his room.

Denmark walked after him, but turned into his room instead. He paused for a moment to let his gaze adjust to the darkness that greeted him.

He could barely make out the sleeping form of Norway and slight happiness washed over him.

He slowly walked over to his bed and lay down, closing his eyes. The blonde Dane quickly fell asleep; a slight smile perched on his lips as he did so.

oOo

Denmark blinked open his eyes to find himself in a white hospital room. A white-dressed man was talking to him, but for some reason the words didn't reach to his ears. A few feet away, Sweden and Finland were talking urgently as Iceland was knelt down beside Sealand, talking to him in an urgent fashion.

His emerald green gaze swiveled back to the doctor, he believed that's who he was. A hospital waiting room, the thought came to mind.

But wasn't I just falling asl-

He was cut off in his thoughts as the doctor's words were finally heard.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Densen. But your…partner lost too much blood during the birth. He's.." The doctor's voice had a slight twinge of pity.

The ground swayed beneath his feet as his breath hitched in his throat. Dead. He finished mentally, not listening anymore as tears threatened to fall.

As he fell to the ground, aware of his "family's" presence as he did so, thoughts swirled in his mind.

How the hell is this possible? He was perfectly fine a minute ago! It has to be a dream! ..wait, that's it! It's just a dream, that's all it is! Even as he reassured himself and came to the conclusion it was all a dream, tears still slid down his face..

oOo

Wow, epic fail of a dream xD But anyways, yea..R&R! =D