Chapter 8: Alfred Kirkland

Note: I made a small slip up. Denmark called America Alfred when they were talking before Denmark discovered the journal with America's human name. He DID NOT know America's human name before the discovery of the journal, I just wrote that chapter at 3 AM and was very tired, mistakes were bound to happen :)

ALSO the note Denmark reads in Alfred's journal is in Swedish so the translation will be at the bottom.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


Property of Alfred Kirkland.

Denmark nearly dropped the journal in shock as he stared at the messily printed name. Alfred? That was what his name had been, the name of his baby brother. That had been the name of Sweden and Finland's son, the same child that had disappeared all those years ago. It was around the time the English had began to come into the New World but...there was no way it was possible. It was incomprehensible that the child Berwald and Tino found had grown up to be a world superpower, had grown up to be the United States. Then again, America looked like a mix of Sweden and Finland just like Alfred had. Flipping to the first page, Denmark's eyes widened when he saw the language it was written in. Swedish.

Kära Bok,

Storebror England sa till mig att öva mitt skrivande här. Jag tror att han försöker lära mig engelska, men jag vet inte vad som är fel med pappas språk. Han vill också att jag ska kalla honom pappa, men han är inte pappa, så jag kommer inte. Jag saknar mina farbröder och föräldrar, men storebror England är trevligt också, antar jag. Jag bara verkligen vill ha min familj tillbaka.

Undertecknat,

Alfred Oxenstierna (Broder England sa mitt efternamn är Kirkland nu, men jag gillar fortfarande pappas namn bättre så jag ska använda det.)

Taking a deep breath, Denmark closed his eyes tightly. Oxenstierna, that was Sweden's last name. The uncles he mentioned were himself, Norway, and Iceland. Rereading it quickly, Denmark felt anger build up in his chest. How dare England think he could just steal away a child from their family? Did he know whose child it was he took? Also, despite the revolution, how could you treat someone you had raised in the manner that England treated America? Alfred or not, Denmark didn't think it was right just because that's not something family does. Family loves each other no matter what, and England was not following that ideal.

Not to mention the rest of the nations and how they treated America. It was bad enough when he was just a person, but know to find out he's probably their Alfred...well he knew his family well and they were gonna be pissed. Hell, Denmark himself was pissed, but he didn't even want to know how mad Sweden and Finland would be. He was sure Tino would rip into the nations, especially England, pretty good when he found out. The Finnish man was very kind, but he also had a lot of rage for such a tiny person. Then onto Berwald...Denmark shivered to think what would happen when the Swede found out. After all, Sweden had fought wars with Russia, Norway, and even Denmark himself. Not to mention he'd won or, in the case of the war with Russia, hadn't gained or lost anything. Not to mention his Viking days, and how powerful he'd been in the 19th century...despite having severely chilled over the past years, if you made Sweden mad enough he was a force to be reckoned with.

Picking up the book, Denmark's eyes narrowed as he began to read the next entry.

Dear Journal,

It's been a long time since I have written in you. Big Brother England has taught me lots of English, but it's still confusing. I like using dad's language better because I know more of it. Brother England has given upon asking me to call him dad. I just call him brother. His house is okay, it's smells really good. The smell is like the tea he drinks. I still miss my mom and dad and uncles. I guess since I don't have a choice to be with them anymore, Brother England is the best option.

Signed,

Alfred Kirkland (Brother England really says I need to use his last name. I think it's because he can't even say dad's last name.)

Shaking his head, Denmark remembered the long nights spent searching for the boy. They had gone so many days without sleep, his whole family and himself had been sick with worry. He still remembers, after a year with no trace of Alfred, when they decided what had happened to him. The Nordics thought he maybe represented one of the native tribes that England had killed off, so Alfred had died with them. Denmark could still see Finland's eyes fill with tears, remembers Sweden wrapping his arms around Finland to comfort the smaller man, how Iceland had hung his head, and how Norway had rushed out of the room. He himself had mourned for years with the rest of his family, moving on but never forgetting the little boy they had raised for years.

Now he was just downstairs.

Denmark wasn't sure what he wanted to do, he knew he should call Sweden immediately so Berwald could tell the rest of the family. He also wanted to run downstairs and wrap Alfred in a hug, never letting go. He wanted to drag the American to the nearest airport and haul his ass to Sweden where their little family was staying. He wanted to punch England in the face and kick all the rest of the nations asses for hurting Alfred. However, he knew he couldn't do any of those things except call Sweden. It was obvious Alfred didn't remember them and that needed to be fixed soon. With shaking hands, he set the journal aside and looked at the other contents of the trunk.

There was a wool blanket, thick and heavy and blue all piled up on top of the other items. He knew what this was, of course. That was the only other thing Alfred had taken with him that day when he went exploring and never came back. The two objects were the blanket, this same one Finland made for him and young Alfred never let go of, and the wooden toy Sweden had made for him that the young boy never left behind. As he unfolded the blanket and felt the material between his fingers, Denmark looked into the chest once more. There at the bottom were a few redcoat toy soldiers, probably given to Alfred by England as a child, and a few other trinkets from his colonial days. Along with that wooden toy.

It was old, obviously, and very dirty. The wood looked worm and it was obvious that even after England got custody over Alfred that the young boy still played with it. Shaped like an eagle, as that had been Alfred's favorite animal even back then, there were several things wrong with it. A talon had been chipped off, the beak was missing, and the feathers merely ended in splinters. It was obvious this thing had gone through some hard times, but nonetheless Denmark slipped it in his pocket.

Sweden still liked to carve wood, maybe he could fix it up a little for Alfred.


A/N: Oh wow! Another chapter so soon! You guys reviewing gives me so much fuel to write, keep it up! :)

Question of the Chapter: Will Alfred catch Denmark? How will all the Nordics react when Denmark calls them? How will Alfred react when he finds all this out? What do you think England will say when he finds out he wasn't the first to discover Alfred?

TRANSLATIONS (Sorry if they're off, I use Google Translate!):

Swedish~

"Kära Bok,

Storebror England sa till mig att öva mitt skrivande här. Jag tror att han försöker lära mig engelska, men jag vet inte vad som är fel med pappas språk. Han vill också att jag ska kalla honom pappa, men han är inte pappa, så jag kommer inte. Jag saknar mina farbröder och föräldrar, men storebror England är trevligt också, antar jag. Jag bara verkligen vill ha min familj tillbaka.

Undertecknat, Alfred Oxenstierna (Broder England sa mitt efternamn är Kirkland nu, men jag gillar fortfarande pappas namn bättre så jag ska använda det.)"

"Dear Journal,

Big Brother England told me to practice my writing here. I think he's trying to teach me English, but I don't know what's wrong with Daddy's language. He also wants me to call him Father, but he's not my dad, so I won't. I miss my uncles and parents, but Big Brother England is nice too, I guess. I just really want my family back.

Signed,
Alfred Oxenstierna (Brother England said my last name is Kirkland now, but I still like my father's name better so I'll use it.)"