Sorry I haven't updated in so long. It was the holidays what can I say. Remember I do not own hetalia or any characters, this is just written for entertainment.
The next morning Mathias opened his sleepy blue eyes. He felt good as he let out a loud yawn. It had been a while since he felt like this. His heart was fluttering with anticipation. The older viking was going to Belgium's house. It had been years since he last visited that old, light blue house. He wondered what all had changed during his absence. The servants were buzzing around while he woke up. Mathais could hear his bath being started for him. He stretched a moment and folded his hands behind his head. His white fluffy pillows engulfed him. The large male closed his dark blue eyes. His mind relaxed.
Mathias can still remember the first day he met Belgium. It was like yesterday. It was the day that made him who he was today. He couldn't help but chuckle. Denmark's mind traveled back to that dark, cloudy, day. His thin lips curled up into a smile. It was such a happy memory for him. Now that he thinks about it, a lot of his memories involving Belgium were happy ones. Especially when he was younger.
Denmark was really just starting out. He was building a name for himself with his other brothers. The viking was tall and stout for his age. Though he was already a few hundred years old, he kept his youth as a younger boy coming up in age of maybe fourteen. His blond hair wasn't quite yellow yet, it was still a pale gold and messy. He had brown freckles on his cheeks but his smile never changed. The young nation carried a wide smile around with him, no matter what. An old man once told him, there were many things in his life were going to come and go, but a his smile will always remain. Being who and what he was, the young nation took it to heart.
Mathias came up to a small wooden cottage. It was a two room cottage, with a mossy roof and grey stone, built walls. Someone was bound to be home as smoke bellowed from the grey stone, chimney. His men and brothers were raiding everything and everyone in the small village below the green foot hills. He had grown bored and saw the little, river stone home out side of the tiny town. Denmark made his way through the thick grass. His dark, wool trousers absorbed any moisture from the long, thin bladed, green grass.
He stopped and looked at all the flowers surrounding the place. They were colorful and bright. The oranges and reds, mixed in with the yellows gave the place a look, that reminded him of his own home. His home was full of rock and snow, but it was flat and full of trees. A few flowers grew there during the spring and summer, the look of this house, made him a little home sick.
This new place held no real dangers as he assess his situation. The people here seemed to live carefree lives. Denmark scoffed. Even the men weren't armed or trained very well. He had a hard time understanding why were these people allowed to live such easy, fattening lives, while he and his people had to fight bitter cold and for everything they owned. It wasn't fair, he thought to himself as he adjusted his twin headed axe on his shoulders.
Denmark fought the urge to go stomping in the flower beds. He was frustrated with the gods. He wanted to take everything these people had. It wasn't right that the gods smiled on them with crops, while he fought and scraped for everything he needed. Then a thought occurred to him, maybe the gods gave them everything so he could take it. These people would have to work for him! That thought made him laugh. Mathias apologized to the gods for thinking so poorly of them. He could feel a storm coming and needed a place to stay. His boats weren't going to leave for another whole day and it was already evening. They had to load all the women, children, and food and this place had more than enough. He didn't need Odin mad at him, not on top of the highest hill in the village anyways.
Denmark turned back towards the thick wooden door. He knew the door was well crafted. This person may have had money or was the town's chief. Either way he was going to get inside and take them for everything. He was pondering on even staying as black clouds rolled in quickly. His brothers were already taking shelter into the huts below. Mathias kicked the door a few times. To his surprise it came open easily. The younger nation figured the dark, heavy wooden door would be locked and it wasn't.
The sound of Belgium's wooden door made a sudden crash, as it bounced off the back wall. The loud sound had the tiny nation running for under her bed. Mathias could hear someone begin to cry and scamper to hide some where. This annoyed him greatly. Denmark started puffing up as anger started to fill him. He hated cowards.
Mathias made a loud booming voice. "Oye! Bring me your food and your money! I'll let you live if you do as I tell you!" He didn't see a dirt covered little girl huddle under the bed. She was trying to remain silent against her very will, as tears streamed down her face. Her green eyes clenched shut, she trembled in her spot. The bed was violently shaking from her back pressed against the boards of the bed.
The taller, teenage looking viking stomped further in and looked around. He was a taller nation, with wild blond hair and dark, watery blue eyes. He was on a mission to find money, food, and shelter. His heavy boots made a thud sound as he walked across the hard wooden floor boards. The boy's eyes scanned the room.
Everything seemed rather small, or short to him. Even down to the wooden chairs and round eating table. He wondered if this was a home for a gnome but not long after he made his way through the small home, did his sensitive ears could pick up the silent sobs of the little one. "Oye! Where are you?" Denmark bellowed out as he readjusted his large, twin headed axe on his shoulder.
His head cocked to the side as he looked at the vibrating bed that laid in front of him. "Oye! I said come out!" He reached under the straw bed and pulled a, yellow haired, small child, out by the back of the dirty green tunic. Bel was screaming and crying, her swings were wild; Mathias was getting patted by her fists. The little girl kept her eyes shut as she assaulted him with what seemed to be light, little pats on the arm and legs. It made him smile a bit. The sight of Bel attempting to wail on him, was amusing to him.
Belgium on the other hand was determined not to give in and tried to bite him. The teenage nation had enough and pushed her on her butt. He could have sworn the scrawny thing even bounced a few times. That's when he noticed the child was a girl. "Oye! You're just a girl!" The young nation hollered out and pointed in surprise. He was disappointed. Mathias wanted a fight, he wanted his glory but there was none to be found here.
The young Mathias didn't know how to react. He didn't bully girls. He loved fights but not ones that involved little girls. "Tch. You're awfully skinny too. I couldn't even feed you to my dogs." The male nation's voice was bitter. Mathias put a hand on his hip and wrinkled his nose upward. The blond girl finally dried her tears with the back of her hand and tried to kick at him from the floor. "Leave!" Her voice was harsh and loud.
Denmark stuck his finger in his ear to try and get the ringing to stop. He sucked air through his teeth as the ringing in his head was painful. She managed to get her voice in a certain pitch that hurt his beloved ears. Her green eyes filled with anger and fear; she was stirring in all kind of emotions that he could see. "Look, you wasted my time, girl. You can at least give me something to eat and a place to stay." The little nation tried to kick him again with a bare foot and little creamy white legs. He had to let out a chuckle, that just seemed to make her even more upset. Rage filled her dirty little face.
"Look there isn't much you can do to me, either I'll take what I want or you can just give it to me." She stuck out her tongue. "And if you do that again, especially since I'm being so nice, I'll rip that thing right out of your mouth. Got it?" Mathias didn't take to kindly to disrespect, especially after being so generous. His dark blue eyes narrowed on her tiny form. She crossed her arms and huffed. Her dark green eyes narrowed back at him in the dim lit home. If her glare was any more intense he probably was going to bust out in laughter.
Something about the little blond girl he liked. He rubbed his rough hand through his hair vigorously. Mathias knew he couldn't take her home but she was rather entertaining. The young male nation stood there dumbfounded. He didn't know what to do. His stomach growled at the scent of rabbit stew being cooked on the fireplace. He glanced over to the round pot that was hovering over the fire. Denmark's mind went back to the little, defiant girl before him as he pushed his thoughts of hunger aside for a moment.
Belgium stood to her feet but not for long. Her green eyes widen as lighting flashed across the sky, lighting up the little cabin in a flash of white light. She ran back under her bed and started sobbing again. Denmark looked up and out the open door, with a curious look. He could see the wind pick up. When the thunder clashed, she yelped. "You're afraid of Odin's thunder?" His voice softened as he stepped to close the thick wooden door. It was perfectly normal for a child to be scared of the God's thunder. It was Odin after all. He must not be happy with someone, Mathias thought.
Another roll of thunder was heard and her sobs got louder. He peeked under the bed this time and saw a small girl curled in a ball. Her bare, skinned knees huddled tightly together. Her dirty little arms, tightly holding her legs to her chest, and her face buried just behind her legs. "It's nothing to be afraid of." The male nation propped his axe against the bed and then attempted to reach under it. To his surprise at the next flash of light, she flew to into his arms. Denmark had now found a little girl, tightly clinging to his leather vest and her nose buried into his chest. It surprised him so much that his body froze.
Her wet cheeks soaking his ivory colored tunic. He actually stammered over his words briefly. The young viking was trying to find his thoughts and his words. No one had ever ran to him for comfort before. It wasn't in his people's nature. "E..E..Everything will be ok, I promise." Denmark chuckled.
He found himself dumbfounded and patting the girl's head, trying to comfort her. "M... Make it go away... Please.." Her soft plea made him smile. Normally he would have laughed at the nation but she was a girl and for the first time someone wanted his help. He liked the feeling building in his chest. It was warm and it made him feel good. His shoulders squared up, he knew he was going to be a large viking, just like his people. Tall and strong, he could use that strength to protect those around him and conquer his enemies.
"What's your name anyways girl?" "B..Belgium", she replied meekly. Mathias blinked in surprise again. Was she a nation like him, because the name didn't sound human. He wondered about this briefly. His body grew stiff for a moment. He didn't know nations could be girls. "Are.. Are you a nation like me?" She looked up and nodded slowly. The young teenage nation swallowed hard. He held her tighter. My name's Danmark, but you can call me Mathias. It's what the humans call me." Her little pink lips pursed. "What? The humans didn't give you a name?" The pathetic thing in his arms shook her head. "Then I'll give you a name!" Denmark was so proud of himself at that moment. He was going to burst with joy at his own brilliance. "Bel! It's short version of your name I know! But it's easy for me to remember."
The younger girl nodded as she smiled. He felt heat rush to his cheeks as the pretty, dirty face looked up at him. He didn't know really why he it made him feel so strange inside. Mathias ran his fingers through his wild blond hair. "Well, you can make me breakfast. It looks like I'll be here all night." The male nation looked away, trying to hide his blush. With out a rebuttal or any resistance to his surprise. It wasn't normal for someone to welcome him into their home, there was a pause of uneasiness on his part. "Sure. As long as you don't leave until the storm's gone." He held the trembling nation tighter with his strong arms wrapping around her, completely engulfing her. He sat on the floor and leaned against the wall. "Deal."
The little nation in his arms went to sleep shortly after that. Every time he had an urge to wake her up he quickly squashed the idea. He kept feeling the heat rise back up into his cheeks every time he looked down. Denmark was glad his brothers couldn't see him like this. Norge would never let him live it down. He did how ever, get up and lay down in the straw bedding with her and covered both of them up with a dingy colored wool blanket. She curled right up into his left side, under his arm. He shifted on his side, forcing her nose into his chest instead. Mathais wrapped a strong arm around her, practically cradling her to him. The female nation didn't stir once during the rest of that storm.
Mathais remembered getting the best sleep that night. It was after that he forced Norge and Sverige to start sleeping with him. It was comforting. The more he thinks about it, the more it made sense that the other two didn't complain about it to much either. The sense of feeling lonely was gone when you slept with someone whether it be his brothers or Belgium. He enjoyed that feeling of having another next to him.
Denmark also remembered that breakfast. He was full. The boy was so full, on the way back home, he skipped four meals. His brothers were starving and giving him dirty glances. Sverige and he got into a few fights that following evening. The Swede was pissed that he was forced to sleep with a crying baby in the hut. Norge apparently didn't have as good as night as he did either.
He was grinning from ear to ear. He also kept Belgium a secret for a little bit. She was his and he didn't want to share. All he could think about was his brothers trying to steal her away from him. He was such a selfish child back then, Denmark kept thinking to himself as his smile broadened.
And that is how a very long lasting friendship begun. Over the next few hundred years, his broad shoulders that Odin blessed him with became her pillar of strength. Of all the regrets he had in life, he never regretted any decision he made for her benefit. Even when she told him something that almost cost her life and another, he swore to protect. His back muscles clenched and his lungs ceased working. A sharp physical pain ran through him, stopping even his own heart. He started to feel tears well up in his dark blue eyes.
"Sir, your bath is ready." Mathias felt his heart quicken during that last thought and he swallowed hard. His eyes snapped open at Emma's voice, he turned his head quickly to face her. He saw his loyal servant of forty years. She was like a mother to him, even though he was older. Emma saw him remain as she aged, she never once asked why. He eventually explained it to her and she still refused to leave his side.
The older looking servant stood there in a long, cotton black dress that buttoned to the neck. She wore velvet, white gloves and a thick, long, grey braid of hair over her shoulder that reached her waist. "Tak, Emma." She nodded and stepped away. Even with what happened to Belgium, Mathias still felt he was at fault. It hurt him so deeply. That particular event, caused him to push everyone away and his drinking to get worse.
Denmark tried to shake those sad, horrific memories from his mind but to no luck. The large male lifted himself slowly and sat at the edge of the bed. A few memories from the second war, still haunted him. He rubbed the back of his neck with a rough hand and took in a deep jagged breath. His back and shoulders slumped forward.
Mathias's face went from a widened smile to a very sad, heavy expression. His lips were held tightly together and his eyes watched the floor. His cell phone rang. It was a normal ring tone, indicating someone he didn't know. He wasn't in the mood to answer it but Denmark reached for it anyways. He flipped the black phone open. A stack of waffles, covered in syrup was displayed on the small screen. Mathias let out a little chortle. His spirits lifted again. This Belgium was a reminder that everything was going to be ok as he leaned back on the bed and answered the phone.