Finally, Sweden had somehow found a way to calm Denmark down and sit him down; still acting like a very convincing pregnant woman; and now they found themselves in a dark corner of a restaurant, many humans bustling by as they waited for their food.
"My Gods, Sve! I love you and your perfect aim! How come you never won anything for me when I was still normal?" Denmark gasped as he leaned back in his chair, pulling at his jacket sleeves softly.
Sweden smirked softly at his old friend, but his good mood left him and a frown overtook his face as he thought of something.
"Denmark, you know the reason I'm here. And it's not to speak about nonsense. I need to make sure everything's okay with you." Sweden mumbled softly, which made Denmark's smile fall as well.
"… I don't want to talk about anything to do with my pregnancy, Sweden. I just want to have fun." Denmark crossed his arms, pouting softly.
Sweden quirked a skeptical eyebrow at him. "Fun? You're thinking on having fun once your child is born?" Sweden questioned, his frown growing. "There's no way, shape, or form for you have to fun once you're a parent."
Denmark glared at him as he slumped back in his chair, pouting heavily. Sweden rolled his eyes at the petulant man, but sat down beside him, wrapping an arm around the slightly shorter man's shoulders.
"Look, Denmark. I get it. You don't want to think too much about the father of your son. I get it." Sweden spoke softly, blue eyes staring intently at Denmark. "But you can't just hope and wish that no one ever asks anything about the kid you'll have in a few months." Then his frown intensified. "And you cannot allow your own feelings to hurt the Father of said child."
Denmark had been pouting all the while Sweden said that, but raised his head when Sweden finished. "What do you mean by the father getting hurt?" Then he softly wrapped his arms around his stomach, closing his eyes. "I'm pretty sure he doesn't even care about his kid... I mean, he found out that day we were in the café, remember? You would have to be an idiot to not figure it out." Denmark opened his eyes, only to find Sweden looking at him sadly.
"You think he doesn't care?" Sweden asked softly, leaning on the table between them.
Denmark looked at him with a skeptical frown, "He clearly doesn't. He hasn't called me in the past three months! He hasn't asked to meet with me. How can I think he cares?"
Sweden sighed softly as he shook his head, all the while he pressed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index fingers. This whole deal was giving him a very unneeded headache. Denmark could really be hardheaded and stubborn whenever he wanted to be. And Norway was even worse. He hadn't even been able to speak with the Norwegian man ever since they had met with Denmark and had figured out his secret.
"He cares. Believe me." Sweden told Denmark, completely remembering just how sad Norway had seemed as Denmark left the café with Prussia.
Denmark scoffed and leaned back in his chair, all the while he crossed his left leg over his right knee. He really seemed like an annoyed woman right now. Just who had done his makeup?
"He doesn't, believe me." Denmark mocked slightly, "Look, Berry, Norway is the father. There. I said it. But admitting it will not change the fact that he really doesn't care about me."
Sweden shook his head, "You really think he doesn't care?"
Denmark nodded once, as if this was the end of the conversation. "Now that you understand, we can go back to the carnival."
Sweden rolled his eyes, "We're not going back to the carnival, Denmark." He then got up and grabbed Denmark's hand. "We're going to prove you wrong."
Without any further explanation, Sweden started to drag Denmark out of the small restaurant, the Dane's only sound being a surprised gasp. Both men were quiet as they traveled all the way from Germany's home to Norway's, all the while Denmark grumbled with arms crossed and pout clear on his face.
"Stupid, Sve… He can't tell me what to do… I tell me what to do… I can decide if I'm wrong or right, he can't do it for me…" Denmark grouched, which brought a small smile to Sweden's face.
Denmark would never change, would he?
When they had finally arrived in front of Norway's home and Sweden had finished paying their driver, Denmark turned his nose up and closed his eyes.
"I don't understand why I have to be here. Norway doesn't care about me or his child and I'm fine with that. Germany can be te foster father."
Sweden quirked an eyebrow at him, "Wasn't Prussia going to be the father?"
Denmark rolled his eyes and sighed softly, "Of course Prussia the idiot won't be the father, Sweden! Do you really think I'd allow my child to be influenced in the wrong way by the King of Jackasses?"
Sweden smirked at Denmark's words, finding it amusing how he could speak so badly of a dear friend, but just shook his head and placed his heavy hand on Denmark's shoulder.
"Norway's house. Let's go." He commanded in a no-nonsense voice, which made Denmark frown once more.
"I don't wanna! I don't want to feel the sting of hatred!" He gasped as Sweden started to push him in the direction of the house, actually managing to get a smile from the taller blonde.
"I didn't know you were so poetic, Denmark. Maybe this little predicament was the perfect thing for you. You're actually maturing."
Denmark hissed at the Swede, but before he could come up with a witty retort, he found himself in front of Norway's wooden door. Denmark gulped audibly as he noticed that they were now just a few feet away from the same man that hurt him so much, making Sweden shake his head once more.
"Come on." He said, moving to raise his fist and knock on the door.
"Quick, did you get the ambulance?!"
The yell from inside stopped Sweden's movements immediately, catching both Nordics by surprise.
"Of course I did, Iceland! Did you stop the bleeding?"
Denmark quirked an eyebrow at Finland's urgent voice, which just got a shrug from Sweden. What were those two babbling about now?
"Yeah! Are they on their way?" Iceland asked Finland, and this managed to worry Sweden and Denmark
Why were they in need of an ambulance?
Sweden and Denmark looked at one another and, in silent agreement, burst into Norway's home. They didn't know what to expect, but they certainly didn't expect this. They didn't expect to find Norway passed out on the floor with Finland and Iceland hovering over him, white cloth wrapped around his hand.
"What did you do to him?" Denmark gasped as he ran over to the fallen Norwegian, hands hovering over his body but not daring to touch anything.
Both Finland and Iceland were surprised to find Denmark there, but then looked up to find an angered Sweden standing before the door.
"What did you do?" Sweden asked, arms crossed.
Just what had these two done? Why was Norway passed out? Sure, Finland was always extremely cautious with everything he did, but Iceland was known to be impulsive. And with Norway's aloofness of the past few days, Sweden could totally see the youngest Nordic lashing out.
Iceland growled from his spot beside the fallen Norwegian, "We did nothing, Sweden! We found him like this!"
"Yeah! He was passed out in his room with beer bottles all around him and a nasty cut in his hand! We haven't been able to wake him up yet!" Finland added, and Denmark felt the tears begin in his eyes.
Why had Norway done this? Why had he drank himself into a coma? It couldn't have been because of Denmark, he hated Denmark! So why would he do this?
"Norge? Can you hear me?" Denmark asked softly as he cupped the smaller's face.
There was a small groan from Norway and this caused Finland and Iceland to gasp. "That's the first time he's responded to anything! Denny, keep talking to him!" Iceland demanded.
Denmark looked up at him, and that's when Iceland finally noticed the long hair. And the dress. And the fact that Denmark was dressed like a woman.
"Um... Denmark? Any reason as to why you're dressed like this?" Finland asked, scratching slightly at his neck.
Denmark's eyes widened to the size of saucers, but before he had to answer, the sirens of an ambulance reached their ears. This caused Finland to run out of the house to flag them down, while Denmark beckoned Sweden over.
"I'm riding with him."
Sweden didn't argue with him and just nodded, then turned to Iceland, who was looking at them with a confused expression. Just what the hell was going on?
"Come on, Icey. I'll take Finland and you to the hospital." Sweden said, then walked towards the garage.
Iceland looked after him, then down at Denmark and pointed an accusatory finger at him. "We're going to finish talking about this."
With that he ran after Sweden and Finland came into the house with the paramedics, telling them what he knew. And after minutes of watching Norway being strapped to a gurney and having to see the men work on his body, Denmark was finally on his way to the hospital, riding with his love.
So sorry for not updating sooner! In Texas I found my inspiration leaving me because of an evil aunt and too many video games, so... I'm sorry for not updating. But I will try to update every day as before, seeing how I want to finish this story before I go back to school.
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