Mattias walked downstairs with a mixture of emotions and thoughts running through his head. He was confused, upset, concerned, and angry, angry that he didn't know how to fix anything. How was he supposed to react to how Lukas was responding? Should he have just walked out, or should he have tried to do something, anything to get the Norwegian to respond? He shook his head as he made it down the stairs and walked into the living room where the other Nordics sat anxiously. What if he couldn't do anything at all?
As soon as they saw him, Tino stood up immediately, and the others looked to Denmark with concerned looks taking over their normally emotionless or annoyed looking faces. When Mattias sat down, Tino spoke up.
"Is he..okay?" he asked quietly and hesitantly after seeing the look on the Dane's face.
Mattias looked to Tino and then at the ground. "I don't know," he whispered, trying to keep tears from arriving. "I don't know what's happening, and I don't know what to do." He put his head in his hands in frustration and desperation.
Tino put his hand on his shoulder, and the Dane looked up. Finland gave a warm smile. "Mattias, you can't know everything," he said comfortingly. "We are all in the same position as you-we don't know why this is happening. But we have each other, and together we can figure it out, okay?"
Denmark gave a hint of a smile, and a few tears escaped from the corners of his eyes. Suddenly, he felt the presence of someone else, and he looked up to see Emil standing by his side as well. He knelt down in front of the Dane with an unusually concerned yet determined look in his eyes.
"Denmark," he said, "we will make him better no matter what it takes or how long it takes. I promise that."
Berwald came over after that and put his hand on the Dane's shoulder as well. He didn't have to say anything for Mattias to get what he meant. They all wanted Lukas to get better and would do whatever it took to get him back to normal. In that moment, Mattias realized how grateful he was to have the Nordics. They were always there for each other and would do anything to help one another. He couldn't even imagine life without them.
Especially without Lukas.
Mattias wiped at his eyes, drying up the few tears that happened to escape. "Thank you guys," he whispered with a grateful smile, looking each of them in the eye.
"We're practically a family!" Tino responded, "so don't even thank us!"
Denmark chuckled, seeing the truth in the statement. Then he paused, thinking back to Norway. He wondered if the four of them would be enough to help the nation. After all, he didn't appear to even want their help. Would family be enough to bring him back?
This thought brought him to another idea. He made eye contact with everyone as he began to voice his opinion.
"Guys," he started, then paused briefly, thinking over what he was about to suggest before saying it out loud. "I know this might sound bad, but what if we aren't enough to help him? He wouldn't respond to me; he didn't even want to come home with me. So what if we alone can't help him?"
Everyone gave him a confused look as to why he would bring this up. Then, Tino spoke up.
"What do you mean?" he questioned. "I mean, sure, I see your point, but what are you trying to say?"
Denmark looked down, then looked back up to meet Finland's eyes. "Tino, I think we need more help. As in, we need more nations to help us bring Norge back."
A silence followed this statement as the others thought this suggestion over. Iceland surprisingly was the first to offer his opinion.
"I agree," he said silently, causing Denmark to give him an astonished look. Emil glared back at the Dane. "Don't act so surprised," he snapped, "but I agree that we can't do this alone."
"Me too," Tino spoke up. "The more, the merrier!"
Finally, Berwald put in his thought. "I think we should too. But who do you have in mind, Mattias? What if no one wants to get involved?"
With this question, the Dane smiled. "Oh, trust me," he said in a secretive tone. "I know just the right nations to help Norge. And I'm positive they will be very eager to help him."
The others looked to him in anticipation, expecting the Dane to tell them who he had in mind. But instead of relieving their curiosity, Mattias jumped up from the couch and ran up the stairs toward his room.
"I'm going to make a call!" he called out to the others. Before waiting for their response, he slammed his bedroom door shut, locked it, and pulled out his phone to make the first call.