WARNING: Sassy!Denmark… I think? Oh, and possible OOC!
Matthia loved the Nordics. She really did, considering they're the only family she has. But, like everyone else when it comes to their families, there were times where she couldn't help but be greatly frustrated with them to the point of hate (But she doesn't really mean that – she could never hate them! She had just stated that earlier – It's just the frustration talking).
And this, unfortunately, was one of those times.
"Go away!" For the ninth time that night she had shouted to her door; to the rest of the Nordics who was gathered outside her hotel door and hadn't stopped knocking. She had a feeling Tino was doing that.
After she walked out of that disastrous meeting this morning, she decided to calm her nerves and entered the first ice cream parlor she could find, immediately ordering a whoop ton of scoops and complained/ranted (of course, edited because any human who would hear the whole true story would send her to a mental institution without hesitation) to the nearest available pair of listening ears - who happened to be one of the servers herself as business was slow that day. The server (Catherine, bless her soul) had been very sympathetic because she understood clearly just how unfair women were treated by men (really, she was a huge feminist Matthia could clearly see Matthias avoiding and fearing her – It's quite ironic really that she was now hanging out with someone like her) and had ended her shift earlier just so they could shop and do all those other de-stressing things women does.
At the end of the day, Matthia had cute new nail art on her nails, another unidentified number of new clothes, and had never felt so pampered her whole life. Women sure are lucky creatures, having all those things exclusively just for them while men only have beer and other alcoholic beverages as de-stressors (and well, occasionally women themselves – he would know).
Hauling her various shopping bags, she and Cathy had parted ways after dinner with a promise to keep in touch and Matthia had happily returned back her hotel - only for that happiness to come crashing on the ground when she was faced with three unhappy (Lukas, Emil, and Berwald) and one worried (Tino) Nordics.
"Where have you been?" Lukas had asked that question, frown deep as he stared at her form. She only harrumphed in reply and had hurriedly went back to her room (although she did let them carry her bags - what? They offered! Well Tino did and Berwald had only wordlessly taken a few, Lukas and Emil following after when they received a glare from the Finn).
She hadn't even said a single word of thanks when they finished dumping her bags inside the room before unceremoniously shutting the door on their faces (which honestly felt good, no wonder people loved doing that).
"Come on Matthias, open the door. We need to talk." Lukas spoke again, voice laced with annoyance. This made her pause for a second. Everyone knew (most especially her) just how dangerous an annoyed Lukas was and just this fact alone she knew she was already threading on thin ice. But really, what could he do with all these humans crawling at their hotel?
"My name is now Matthia! And what would we talk anyway? You guys don't believe me!" From the other side she could clearly hear Emil utter a muffled confused "What?" that was mimed by Tino.
That's right, what else would they talk about anyway? None of them believed her when she told them how she turned into a girl and even Lukas and Emil had insisted for more than a few times back at the meeting room for her to stop the prank. What prank? It was the truth! Really, even she wished this was also all an elaborate prank but unfortunately it's not. The very real weight on her chest prevented her from deluding herself - hell; she was already referring to herself as a woman.
"Uh, Matthia," Tino had spoken, stumbling a little on the unfamiliar feminine name. This made her smile a little. Only a little though. She was still annoyed and a little angry with the people probably gathered on the other side of her door and she shouldn't forget that. Curse her short attention span! "We already said sorry for that. Promise, this time we'll listen. Just please give us the chance!"
She kept her silence and furrowed deeper on her bed, the sheets wrapped around her.
"Kongeriget Danmark," the sound of her full name in the darkest voice of Lukas made a shiver of fear ran down her spine. Shit, if he was using her full and official name then the other was beyond pissed. Not good, not good at all. "If you don't open this door right now I'll break it down."
Although scared beyond imagination, she summoned what was left of her Viking confidence and strength and didn't show it, scoffing the threat off instead. Like the other would follow through his threat. Right?
Wrong. A minute after the Norwegian had issued that threat and receiving no reply from her, a loud bang echoed around her room. She hurriedly pulled her head off from the fort of pillows and blankets she had buried it to and could only gape at where her door had been before it was destroyed beyond recognition by Lukas' troll - who even smiled at her!
Oh fuck, she was in deep trouble.
Norge didn't look happy to see her and clucked his tongue. "Sve, bring that idiot to my room." He ordered and with that, the blond left, followed after by Emil and Mr. Puffin.
Matthia couldn't even react when Berwald scooped her up like a sack of potatoes and carried her out of her room, an upside down apologetic Tino following after them.
She hurriedly sent desperate prayers to all God's she and her people had once and currently believed in, hoping at least one of them would listen to her pathetic cries and save her from the coming torture.
Fuck she really was going to die.
"Okay, are we going to talk or are you guys going to continue staring at me?" She finally spoke in a flakey voice at what felt like forever. It had been quite some time when the Swedish man had dumped her shivering and scared form on their Norwegian friend's bed and until then none of the four males in front of her attempted to do anything other than stare her down. Frankly, the stares weren't helping her nerves better and was creeping her out more.
Oh good Lord, what unimaginable tortures would befall her now? Damn it! Why three of what few apathetic countries had to belong to her family? Do you know how hard it was to read any of them? It didn't really help that none of them (except maybe Tino, that cream puff had always been a little ball of fluff. Although, his wrath was also to be feared with – maybe even more than hers, Lukas', and Berwald's combined. Emil was certainly out of the question, kid was too cute to be taken seriously really) had patience – such a word doesn't even exist in their personal dictionaries.
Like coming out of a spell, all four males snapped out of whatever it was they were in and Berwald was first to move, coming close to her and stopped when he reached the bed, staring at her intensely in an emotion that she couldn't decipher.
Well, this was new. She mentally saved that look and stored it to her "Sweden's to be discovered faces" mental box. Damn, those were accumulating again…
"I want to make sure of something," he said and before she could ask what, he already had both arms stretched toward her and grasped both her breasts, squeezing them hard. She immediately turned and saw red.
SMACK!
"They're real." The Swede stated, already back to his spot beside the Finn and left cheek red and throbbing. Tino and Emil gaped at him while Lukas and Matthia only glared.
"BERWALD!" The Finnish man shrieked. The Swede only blinked at him.
Emil was murmuring incorrigible things under his breath, Mr. Puffin resting on his head and for once was silent as he observed everything that was going on.
Matthia was just too embarrassed and had wrapped herself on the duvet, turning into some kind of a sushi wrap as she tried to hide from the rest of the world – or the Nordics in front of her.
That was certainly different from when Julchen had groped her. Julchen was a girl. Berwald was not. Aside from the obvious different genders, she doesn't understand what the difference was between the two gropings but her instincts were telling her that when the Prussian massaged her breasts was certainly different than when the Swede did it. God, what is with the female mind? Why is it so complicated?
Damn stupid Berwald Oxenstierna. Fuckity fuck stupid Konungariket Sverige! This was his entire fault!
"So you weren't really lying?" Lukas asked, gaze turned to her but eyes still dark with something, and immediately dispelling the previous mood. She peeked at him from her cocoon and pouted.
"I already told you that! Why wouldn't any of you believe me?" She whined.
Emil was the one who answered her. "It just seemed impossible..."
She frowned at him, "So you're saying magic is impossible?"
The Icelander stuttered as he received an icy glare from his brother. "Wha-wha-what no! I was just... just... Ah damn it! I'll shut up now." He sulked and crossed his arms on his chest, the action making the puffin on his head squeak in surprise when he was jilted from his spot.
She ignored him and turned back to the Norwegian, glaring at him. "Is that all? Could I return to my room now? I still have to pack for my flight tomorrow and not to mention request a new room, you destroying the door and all - which reminds me, you're definitely paying for that. I'm not forking even a single penny for that." the Norwegian rolled his eyes at that and nodded, waving a hand on her direction like he was dismissing her.
The motion deepened her frown. Really, the other loved ordering people too much – she was the King of fucking Scandinavia! She was supposed to give the orders. Oh well, the other was just really lucky he was so cute (his haughty side even more so!) and she'll let this slide once again like all the others.
She certainly understood Antonio's feelings towards Lovino's difficult sides. Sigh, the things cute people could easily escape by without trouble. It was just so unfair!
"Tino, please escort her back to her room. I don't think I could trust Berwald for the job." He side-glanced at the Swede, the giant only emotionlessly returning his dark glare with his own uncaring one.
Feeling the tension cackling on the air, the Finn hadn't wasted time in getting the Dane out of the room, the woman only tilting her head in confusion at what just happened.
Edited by Dirkrito.
