AN: Okay, so the reasons of this being such a long chapter are simple. 1 – I wrote it on the five hour drive on our vacation. 2 – I haven't updated this story as much as I'd like. And 3 – I've gotten my muse back! =DD

Disclaimer: I won't and probably never will own Hetalia Q-Q

Warning: Rated M for M-preg and cursing in Danish, Norwegian, Finnish, Swedish, and Icelandic.

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Weeks ticked by, turning into months and soon, the day had arrived. Slowly, it started to show. Norway got more and more agitated, snapping at the other four at the most simplest things or questions. When it happened though, he was definitely not prepared, nor was Denmark..

Sweden and Finland had taken Sealand out for the night with Iceland tagging along stating he didn't want to be left alone with those two 'love birds'. Norway was leaning back on the couch, his gaze narrowed with boredom as he watched the movie Denmark had chosen.

'Taken' was the name apparently.

Denmark on the other hand was the complete opposite. He was sitting LITERALLY on the edge of his seat, hand clasped in front of him, elbows relaxing on his knees while his electrifying green gaze remained transfixed on the screen, murmuring incoherent words. Apparently he was trying to 'tell the good guy what he should do'.

The coffee table remained pulled up close to the Dane's knees where a coke stood, perspiration evident on the container as the icy liquid warmed to room temperature.

Norway rolled his dull blue eyes halfway. How do you do that half way you may ask? Well, simple, he only rolled them halfway thanks to a piercing pain that hit him, causing him to widen his eyes and grunt in pain.

"Denmark!"

The blonde Dane jumped in surprise, his knee hitting the hard surface. "Fuck," he growled, grabbing his knee before turning his gaze back to Norway who was now doubled over. "Norway!"

The blonde Norwegian looked up, his gaze saying everything as Denmark jumped to his feet and helped him to the door. The next minute, they were speeding down the highway to the hospital.

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Denmark paced the hospital room, glancing worriedly at the door to the surgery. His gaze shifted to the clock.

15 past 12, it's been five hours, what's taking them so long?

The blonde Dane jumped as a hand was placed on his shoulder and spun around to see Iceland looking at him with a worried gaze in his usually expressionless violet eyes.

"Mathias, calm down. You can't exactly rush nature…" Emil stated with a slight reassuring smile, an Icelandic tone lacing his voice thickly. Though he was trying to reassure the Dane, he did the complete opposite. After all, Denmark practically raised him, though Iceland would never admit it, and he had come to learn the male's personality pretty well. And, let's face it, it wasn't exactly like he was good at lying..

Even though he knew it was a lie, Denmark forced a smile.

"Right, thanks Ice," was all that was said as Denmark turned his gaze back to the door, missing the crestfallen look on the Icelandic male's face.

Emil shook his head once then casually shrugged, his face void of emotions once more before walking over to the waiting chairs where Finland was whispering to Sealand who was currently doodling his country's flag on a paper. Amusement was contained in the Finnish blonde's gaze as he spotted the British flag drawing that Sealand had purposely added bushy eyebrows to it, giving it a face, then wrote 'Britain SUCKS' under it. Sure, the hate focused towards the blonde brit from Sealand was definitely unhealthy but it was quite amusing.

Sweden on the other hand was far from amused and was focused on the surgery door as well, worry contained in his blue gaze.

Iceland sighed to himself, sitting down a few seats away, clasping his hands together and leaning forward, his elbows relaxing on his knees. The white haired male closed his eyes, his forehead resting on his head as he did so. Sure, he was just as worried as the rest. Many thoughts ran through his mind, each containing a different idea of how Norway's pregnancy could go wrong. STOP THINKING THAT WAY! The white haired male yelled at his conscious mentally. Well, when I say yell, it was more like a beg, but would you really expect Iceland to admit to that?

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Slowly, minutes ticked by and the anxious family glanced at each other. Denmark remained pacing; Iceland remained in that worried and thoughtful position, Sweden still looked worried as hell, Finland had switched his gaze to the surgery door, Sealand was still drawing though he stopped every now and then, looking up as he noticed the anxious air around the five.

Around the five…

The five…

Please god, don't make it stay this way…

Please let Lukas be okay. If he isn't…I don't know how I could forgive myself…

Denmark thought silently to himself.

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Just as Denmark was about to be overwhelmed with worry and fault on his behalf, the door opened and a doctor stepped out. Before the doctor could even open his mouth to call the family over, Denmark had jumped to his side, hands grasping his shoulders.

"Is he alright? Tell me he's fine! If you can only save one, save him!"

A hand was on his shoulder once more and Sweden pulled him away from grasping the doctor who honestly looked confused as hell.

"What? Mr. Kohler, he's perfectly fine. Didn't you know these things take time?"

"Uhhh..psh, yeah. Of course I knew that!" Denmark said with a mental sigh of relief.

Iceland rolled his eyes and hurried over with Finland and Sealand close behind.

"Well, Mr. Kohler, you're now the father of a beautiful baby girl." The doctor stated with a happy tone, clasping his clipboard to his chest. Sweden cracked a slight smile, Finland was jumping up and down with excitement, Sealand looked slightly downtrodden that he wasn't going to be the littlest anymore; Denmark looked ready to burst with happiness, while Iceland remained calmer like Sweden and only offered a positive smile.

Emil wasn't going to lie, he had felt something for the Norwegian blonde but once this incident happened, he had buried the feelings and just tried his best with helping his brother be as much as possible. Now they couldn't help but emerge again, causing him to be less than happy for Norway and the blonde Dane.

Why are these feelings randomly showing up again? I thought I was over this by now... The bitter thought came to the Icelandic male's mind before he was brought back to reality as the doctor spoke again.

"I would advise you two give him some time before going to see him but he's been asking by someone going by the name of Mathias?" The doctor asked, his gaze drifting across the faces.

Denmark raised his hand. "That's me, what room?"

"Room 34," the doctor replied.

Denmark nodded before dashing down the hall, in a hurry to see Norway. He was barely aware of the doctor calling after him to 'not run'.

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Mathias blinked his eyes until they adjusted to the dimly lit room. There in the bed laid Norway, sitting up with a little bundle in his hands while a nurse was focused on a tray a few feet away. The Danish male walked over silently though his footsteps seemed to be fifteen times louder in the silence.

Lukas looked up, tiredness evident in his dull blue gaze but it remained mixed with a rare type of happiness that made a smile come to Denmark's face. Denmark honestly wanted to make him that happy for the rest of their nations' lives.

"Hey Norge," Denmark whispered softly, brushing the blondes bangs behind his left ear as he bent over him to look at the baby. As the doctor had stated, it was a girl. Just at a glance, you could tell she had Denmark's facial features but as she looked up at them, there was no doubt she had Norway's eyes.

They both watched in silence as the little baby girl yawned, her tiny hand grasping to one of Lukas's fingers.

"What should we name her?" Norway whispered, glancing up at Denmark with a slight smile.

The two had swapped many names over the last few months after Iceland constantly nagging them about but one stood out among the rest to the blonde Dane. "Why not Sorina? It means beautiful pearl in Danish." Denmark offered.

"Sorina…" Norway mumbled, watching their new little baby as she yawned and fell asleep, still clutching his finger tightly. "That sounds like a perfect name. The Norwegian blonde looked at Denmark and both of them smiled before the blonde Dane bent down and kissed him gently on the lips, one hand resting on the Norwegian's cheek.

After a minute, they broke the kiss for breath and stared into each other's eyes until the nurse broke the moment, having to take the baby to the nursery.

The two watched her take little Sorina away before Denmark sat on the side of the bed next to Norway as the Norwegian blonde slowly fell asleep, his head resting on Denmark's shoulders. Another smile crept to Denmark. Many things have changed since this whole thing started. Never would he had thought Norway would go so far as to kiss him, heck not even fall asleep beside him when he first felt the sharp sting of the blonde's bitter personality.

But here they were a family of sorts with a little baby and possibly actual love. There was one more thing that needed to be done. The blonde Dane thought with a mischievous smile as he glanced down at Lukas one more time before easing himself away and sitting in one of the chairs next to the chair, leaning back and falling into a restless sleep.

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Dawn light filtered through the hotel room, waking the Norwegian blonde from his fitful sleep. He heard Denmark being roused as well by the sun. Sitting up and stretching his sore muscles, Lukas's gaze scanned the room.

The time was 9: 59 on the dot. His eyebrows furrowed, slightly surprised that the rest weren't there yet. After all, visiting hours started at 8:00.

The doctor had stated the night before, right before he went to get Mathias that Norway would be able to leave at 5:00 the next day {today}. Denmark yawned loudly, causing Norway to turn his gaze back to the Danish blonde.

"'morning Norge," Mathias stated with a goofy grin causing Norway to roll his eyes and reply with a simple 'morning'. The Norwegian male's thoughts shifted to the baby. I wonder if Sorina's awake yet... The thought passed through his mind as the door opened to reveal a nurse leading in a familiar Icelandic male.

"Hey Ice," Norway greeted his brother with a broad smile. Iceland did the same.

"Morning Lukas, how are you feeling?"

"Good, where are Berwald and Tino?"

"They had to go to the world meeting. Apparently it couldn't wait until next month."

Norway's eyes narrowed slightly at that. What was wrong and why hadn't Iceland and Denmark went with them? Of course, he was glad they had stayed to keep him company until that evening and escort him home but it all still seemed a bit fishy…

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Over the next month, the two slowly became accustomed to the new schedule. The blond Dane noted the fact that Sorina had seemed to grow quite an attachment to her Norwegian "mother". As long as the baby was with Lukas, she wouldn't cry or beg, she would just lean against him in his arms and either try to grab the Nordic Cross pin from his hair or sleep.

But if she wasn't, well…let's just say the baby sitter got quite a headache. Long story short, Sorina went everywhere with Norway, including sitting in her high chair watching him cook or being held by Denmark while he was forced to stay in the kitchen while the Norwegian blonde cooked.

Mathias honestly found this attachment quite adorable and loved how sexy Norway looked with the little child but it would honestly worry Norway. None the less, it wasn't broken.

Denmark sat on the edge of his bed, holding a sleeping Sorina quietly while watching Norway as he fixed his hair and positioned his sailor cap perfectly on his head. The world conference was today and the two remained in a hotel in New York City.

Norway was back to his slim self and Denmark secretly smirked at the Norwegian blonde's usual sailor outfit. He had to admit. He found it freakin' sexy and amusing that Norway seemed to be the only country-personifying male that could pull it off. Sure, it looked cute on Sealand, but Denmark really doubted it would be anything more than that.

A small murmur caused him to look down at the sleeping bundle in his arms to see Sorina start to stir just as Norway walked out of the bathroom. The little baby was currently dressed in a small red sun dress with black details. Sorina held her arms out in a fashion telling them she wanted her "mother".

Denmark handed the little bundle over and watched Norway get her comfortably situated. His usual cool exterior had seemed to disparate the minute Denmark saw him in that hospital room. Must have something to do with the baby… The thought crossed his mind as a small mischievous smirk came to his face.

"Come on, mommy." Denmark stated in a joking matter, knowing full and well that that was what Sorina's going to know him as. The blonde Dane opened the door, stepping outside to let Norway through, flinching slightly as the Norwegian blonde slapped him on the back of the head as he passed, though a small smile remained on his face to keep Sorina calm. The young girl just cuddled her head into his shoulder a slight smile on her chubby face.

"Yep, still the same Norway," Denmark laughed to himself as he closed the door behind him with his left hand and rubbing the back of his head with his right. "God, that kinda hurt…"

"It was meant to, idiot." Norway replied bluntly.

Denmark rolled his eyes, following.

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AN: So! Longest chapter I have EVER written for this story :DD I have another one coming up soon and also, you can see a small plot forming in this. The baby's name: Sorina. It does mean beautiful pearl in Danish. I was going to make it Norwegian but I couldn't find a good and cute name for her =)