"I'm back Mathias." I said softly as I walked into the bedroom of the apartment.

There was no response. He was out cold, mostly likely from drinking too much. I didn't care though, because he did it at least once or twice a week so it wasn't anything different. I would just let him sleep and I slept in the living room so I wouldn't disturb him.

I ache for you, but I also ache for the homeland. Which should be left behind? I'm scared of what you could become...but...I'm scared of being left alone to an awaiting demise...Please! Someone..Anyone! Take off these chains!

I woke up late in the day, about 8pm. Mathias sitting on the couch parallel to the one I was sleeping on. He was watching tv. As I sat up and yawned he laughed at me.

"Godmorgen sove skønhed!"

I glared at him and rubbed my eyes. He called me sove skønhed or sleeping beauty in English. It'd been a nickname for me since the 1500's when he came that day to visit my brother. He would call me it whenever I slept during the day, which I did quite often.

"Godmorgen..." my voice trailed off as my eyes wandered to the window

It was getting dark out.

"Eh! What time is it?"

"Oh..it's like 8 somethin'...You've been asleep most of the day."

I facepalmed.

"crap"

"It could be worse ya know"

"I missed the whole day!"

"There's always tomorrow."

"But that's one less day of my life."

"And?"

I got up and sighed.

"What would happen if he tried to control me again?"

"You don't get it..." I said quietly to myself

(Later on)

I stepped out of the apartment building in my knee-length boots. It was dark out and life in the city was starting to light up. Occasionally I would leave late at night and go downtown for a while. It would help me clear my head from all my thoughts about war. They seemed to plague my thoughts all day and it didn't help when I was talking to Mathias. He didn't seem like he would try anything, but I couldn't take my chances.

Copenhagen had changed a lot since I first came there back in the 1500's. Back then it was just a port city. Before moving there two months before, I'd only been to the modern city once. That one visit made me love it, but I never admitted to it. Though I loved it, Reykjavik was still my favorite place in the world.

After taking a short bus ride to Istedgade in Vesterbro, I walked to the Riesen bar. There I was welcomed by the usual bartender, Ejnar, as I sat down. Ordering my beer, I noticed an unusual man leaning on the backroom door. He was old, possibly in his 70's. Though I never saw him there before, he look familiar. I just couldn't place where I'd seen him...

After taking a sip of my beer, I asked Ejnar about the old man. He said he was the new owner. My curiosity ended there and I didn't ask anything more about the old man. It's one of those moments where you just put it off as being odd.

A minute after Ejnar went in back to take a break, the new owner came forward and stood in front of me.

"Hello miss, do you mind me asking you a question?" he asked me

"Oh, go ahead..."

"Do have relatives from the old country of Iceland?"

"Yeah, why?"

Weird questions...

"Do you have a female relative who worked for the government?"

"No." he was starting to annoy me

"Oh, sorry. You remind me of an Icelandic girl I met years ago, back when I was young."

"Huh. What was her name? Maybe I know her."

"I don't know, I never got to ask her." The old man laughed "Believe it or not, but she actually blew me off when I asked her out."

"Blew off? Ask out..?" I thought to myself as the gears started to turn.

"Was it in Switzerland?" I asked

"Ah yes, in Geneva to be exact. She looked to be a little bit younger than you... It's too bad..She's probably in her old age, like me and she probably wouldn't remember me.."

I nearly jumped of my stool.

"Is your name Matt?"

The old man nodded

"It's Mathew, but I went by Matt back in the day. Do you know her? Could you tell me her name? I would like to meet her again."

"Yes, I know her extremely well!"

"I wonder whatever happened to her... she had such a fiery persona about her..She probably got taken by some northern man.." I heard the man mutter

"Matt." I said and the old man looked at me

"By the way, if you ever hit on me again, I'll cut your throat with my knife"

Mathew looked shocked.

"My name's Annika Lassen.. or it used to be back when I met you that night in Geneva, Switzerland over 50 years ago."

Mathew's mouth dropped.

"How i-is this possible? You were 18.."

"You remember my age? That's really stalkerish..."

"You can't be her.."

"I'm part of the old country of Iceland and now the new republic. I'm immortal as long as the land lives."

It took several minutes for Mathew to get himself back together, but he calmed down.

"S-so you're still 18?"

"No, I'm 25."

"What happened to that other fellow? You walked out with him..."

"Oh him.."

I set my left hand on the counter-top in front of him, palm side down with my ring facing up.

"Oh...I see..."

"Three months ago...he's like me...so he's my age." I smiled sadly

A frown appeared on Mathew's face.

"What about you?" I asked

"Never"

That man waited over 50 year for me, and to be disappointed like that.. I felt terrible for him.

Awkwardness set in soon and I left. To see some like that over something I did.. It makes me feel bad, but I know that I couldn't do anything about it. Mathew must have not gotten that I didn't like him, and waited for me to come back. Poor man. He was too stupid to figure it out.

When I got back, I found that everything was dark except for some light from a window. I walked around slowly and carefully so I wouldn't make any noise. As I put my cell phone and keys down on the coffee table, I saw that Mathias had clunked out on one of the couches, laptop on his lap.

I bent down and brushed away some of his hair that caressed his face. Softly, I kissed his cheek and stood back up. Then I walked into the bedroom smiling and muttering,

"My Dane can be so cute sometimes~"

A/n: This is going to be the last chapter until Monday or Tuesday. I'm gonna be going to Glass City Con for both Saturday and Sunday, and the chance of internet isn't big. I'm gonna be filming, shopping, and I'm gonna be in the Cosplay contest so I won't have a lot of time to be writing either.

Maple lover: here's the link to the pic (take out the spaces though) ht tp :/ / media. photo bucket. com/ image/ hetalia %20 constellations/ chocolover madd/ Hetalia /9 551 783. png ? o=1

akita96: It's Ok! (I let my older brother use my computer, so I know how it is.)