APH The Greatest Heights 9 (The Lost)

By: Stitches from TIC and Classifiedbatman

Pairing: NedDen + Christiania

Rating: PG 13, fluffy, maybe NC17

Hello some info: Dyre was The Kingdom of Castrigia, a Micronation in the Netherlands

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"He's gone?!" The phone had rung earlier on and with the sound of panic Finland felt a draining in his lungs, "What do you mean he's gone?!"

"The door was flung open and he's not in the house or the backyard or the front… his coat, shoes, and stuff are still here and we can't find him."

"I'll bring Søren over and he can stay with Peter while we look. He couldn't have gone far… Have you called Bloem, Vincent, or Lukas?"

"Called Ludwig to see if he'll leave the country south. I doubt he'll leave but still, thought I'd call you and Berwald first because of Øresund bridge…"

"I'll call Lukas, You keep looking, all over Denmark if you have to… I'll be there with Berwald and Peter soon."

xXx

"Mathias!... MATHIAS!" Netherlands called out in the streets of Copenhagen, "Damn city… we'll never find him at this rate… MATH-… Excuse me miss have you seen a tall blond man with spikey wild hair and cobalt blue e-…"

"no… I'm sorry is he lost?"

"Missing yes."

"I'm so sorry sir I hope you find him! Should I call the police?"

"no it's okay. Dank je though. I'll find him he can't be far."

They were searching for hours on end since the Dane ran off. He looked at his watch… almost sunrise. 'shit' he thought, "got to keep searching, I have too… Mathias… please… Just… not like Dyre."

He could feel the tears weld then, as much as he wasn't supposed to be an emotional person… all that has happened to them, was completely draining. Only he was staying strong, and it was crushing him from within, to the very brink of his soul he could feel himself being torn apart. The pain and misery that just kept on building was getting harder and harder to control almost everyday… he just wasnted to see his smiling face again, the child like man he fell in love with all those years ago but didn't even realize it until the birth of their son. He felt sick, like he was going to vomit out his own blood onto the street, the thought of that made him even more so, "Dyre… Mathias. Fuck… just come back." He violently wiped the tears away, moving quickly through the city. Still no traces of him, he was about to let go before a ringing came from his pocket.

"Jan… He crossed my Borders into yours…"

"Ludwig? Dank je!"

"Want me to accompany?"

"Nee Nee, Dank je for your help!"

and with that… he rushed off.

xXx

They had looked everywhere. In Denmark, Norway, Sweden, and last the Netherlands, they called all the nations but still couldn't find the Dane. Netherlands couldn't help the overwhelming feeling deep in his gut that was boiling, making the Dutchman believe or even consider death. He'd been running around his own cities for another four hours and it was snowing again. He leaned up against a wall, hitting it with his fist until something sparked and he jolted up.

….It was snowing…..

"I know where he is."

It didn't take long for him to get there. Speeding in the car to reach that spot he had showed the Dane about a year or two ago. He jumped out of the car as soon as he got there, closing the door quickly and started sprinting through the woodsy area to come across the open ridge soon enough. It was snowing, winter had come and covered any tracks that could have been there, but Netherlands knew better. He finally reached the opening when he saw him. Denmark, standing alone in the cold staring over the opening and onto the waters, no coat, no gloves, just him. Blond hair blowing in the wind, clear tears leaving his face to fly against the winds currant. Netherlands felt his own weld up as he walked slowly up to the other to stand behind him. He stared at him for a couple seconds before the Dane started talking.

"Someone wise and dear to me once told me, that when we die in the winter, we become a snowflake." The Dane said turning to look at the Dutchman, tears streaming down his face, "I… I'm trying to find Dyre."

Netherlands frowned, knowing automatically who he was referring too. Embracing the other in his arms he finally let his silent tears fall, "I-I thought I lost you."

Denmark felt the Dutchman's hands move to cup his face before he could look away. They were both shaking from the cold, tears almost freezing on their faces, as they looked into each other's eyes. It wasn't long before they kissed, making Denmark realize how cold he really was. He had kissed back wrapping his arms around the other's neck, letting the kiss break after a couple seconds.

"I love you Mathias." Netherlands voice was practically in a whisper, it was shaky but warm in a way, "Please don't do that again," tiny sobs began to burst from him, "I-I thought you were dead o-or gone… I didn't k-know what to do.. or what to think."

"I love you too Jan." The tears welding up again, as he hugged the other, not wanting to let go, never wanting to run away ever again, "I-I'm so sorry… I-I won't leave again, promise."

They stayed like that, hugged in the open snow filled field, before a gush of cold wind knocked through, and Netherlands noticed Denmark wasn't wearing shoes, "We better go." He said lifting the Dane into his arms.

"Okay."

"Why did you come here though?" Curiosity sprung as Netherlands handed his jacket over to the Dane, Lifting him out of the snow.

"I realized Dyre wasn' born in Denmark…" he said wrapping his arms around his Dutchman, "So I came looking here…"

"Di-…*" He stopped himself for a moment, not wanting to spark any thing, "So you're back now?"

"Huh?" Denmark asked keeping close for warmth.

"You weren't yourself for weeks, not talking and just… you weren't you." Netherlands said looking at him, still walking the path towards his car, "Are you back?"

"Yes.."

"You promise?" Netherlands asked pressing their foreheads together.

As much as he didn't know Denmark answered anyway, "I believe so… I can't promise anything, But, I can promise I'll be stronger now."

A gentle kiss was shared before Denmark was placed into the car.

"Jan?"

"Ja?"

"I missed you."

TBC

*he was going to ask if he found her….

"But that smile I once knew… That smile that could make anyone smile back and cheery… Is now gone. Even when he did smile, it wasn't the same after Drye's death. No one can ever get over the loss of a child. Not even me… And I'm known as stone cold. But Mathias, my love, couldn't take the heartbreak much longer."

-Netherlands, Stitches/Denny from TIC