He stayed with her fow however long she needed. In the end he muttered, "...do you still want me to take you home?"
She nodded, shivering a little though she kept her arms around him tightly, holding onto him as though he would protect her from everything she heard.
He kept his arms around her proectively, "are you okay..?"
She nodded, swallowing as she shivered a little. "I'm fine...just...I just need to not move for a little bit..." She said, afraid if she were to stand she would only fall back into the snow.
"..." He frowned and kept her close to him, resting his cheek on the top of her head, "...i didn't mean to scare you.." he whispered, gazing out into the dark distance. "But I knew I had to tell you sooner or later."
"It's alright..." She said softly, shaking in his arms like a small child. "I...I'm sorry about this..." She said with a light, nervous laugh before she huddled into his arms again, whimpering softly. "I'm confused...I don't know what to think..."
He sighed, stroking the top of her head. "It's alright Be-I mean, Emma..." He stood up, keeping his arm around her, "come on, I'll take you home..you should get some rest"
She nodded a little before she whimpered softly, wrapping her arms around his middle. She let go of him after a moment and stood up with a slight wobble.
He kept hold of her, not letting her go, "c'mon, I'll take you in the car. Are you alright?" he asked with a frown.
She nodded, but kept quiet as they started walking back to the car, her mind reeling with questions and doubts and confusion.
Whilst on the way to the car Den stopped suddenly, remembering the car accident and just shook his head, helping her inside. Once she was sat inside he knelt down beside her seat. "Hey...I'm...so sorry if you're afraid or...if you never wanna visit me again...I'm sorry.."
She frowned at him, shivering a little in the cold before she shook her head. "Why would I not want to visit...?" She said softly. "If this..." She swallowed. "If this is...true...then why would I want to keep away...?"
He stared up at her with a soft gaze and hesitantly took her hand, holding it in his. "...do you trust me?"
She shifted a little, biting her lip a little as she thought before she nodded a little.
"..are you sure?" he asked quietly, keeping his soft gaze onto her. "Because I want you to do something for me..."
She seemed slightly uneasy but she nodded again, looking up at him with a confused look.
He smiled and took both of her hands, "close you eyes," he whispered.
She looked at him a little confused before she closed her eyes, squeezing his hands a little when he took them.
He sighed softly, slowly and hesitantly leaning forward, staring at her closed eyes for a moment. He could feel cold drops of snowflakes fall onto him as it started to snow. But he ignored it for now and let his eyes drift closed as he gently pressed his lips to hers.
She almost jumped a little when he pressed his lips to hers gently, her body tensing up for a few moments before she allowed herself to relax again. It took a few moments before she calmed her muscles and kissed him back softly.
He held his breath for a moment when he felt her tense up but sighed softly and a little surprised when she kissed him back. He ever so gently pulled back, opening his eyes to look at her
She opened her eyes when he pulled back again, taking a moment before she looked up at him, her bright eyes warm.
He gave her a very soft grin, glancing up at the sky, and the little snowflakes landing on his face. He chuckled and stack his tongue out
She smiled a little at him weakly before she leaned her forehead against his chest, shivering in the cold.
He smiled up at the snow, feeling her leaning against him and looked down at her, blinking in suprise. He smiled and gently stroked the top of her head, his heart racing with a feeling he wasn't even sure how to explain but it felt good.
Emma wrapped her arms around him when he stroked her hair, tears slipping from her eyes for a reason she couldn't explain. It was as though there were some part of her, buried deep, that was happy beyond words.
Den grinned when she wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling his cheek against the side of her head, wrapping his arms around her too and turned his head to the side, gently kissing the side of her head.
She felt strangely comfortable there, with his arms wrapped around her and protecting her from the cold.
He breathed in her scent and pulled back, a grin on his face but it immediately disappeared when he saw she was crying and leant closer, "...B-Emma? What's wrong?"
She blinked, unaware of the tears still streaming down her cheeks before she touched her fingertips to her face and felt them. "Oh...I don't know..." She said honestly. "I just...I don't know...I feel lighter..."
He tilted his head, his face so close to hers that if he'd move any closer he'd lock them into another kiss. "...does it feel good?" he asked, whispering.
She nodded a little, looking up at him before diverting her eyes shyly, her fingers curled into his jacket.
He smiled faintly and gently wiped a tear from her face, keeping his arms wrapped around her. "...Emma...it's...gonna be hard to believe...all of this, and I don't mean to seem like a creep, but...I /do/ think you're my Belgium...and…and I love you."
She swallowed, lowing her head a little before she sniffed a little, wrapping her arms back around him tightly and burying her face into his chest. "I don't know...I'm still confused..."
His eyes scanned her face, and the more he looked close to her face, the more he was certain she was his Belgie. "..its okay," he said softly, holding the side of her face and sighing softly, knowing he shouldn't be going so fast and telling her he loves her. "But...you trust me don't you?"
She nodded a little, his hand warm against her cool cheek. She leaned into him a little, rubbing her cheek against his hand to feel the smooth skin against her cheek.
Gently he smiled, tilting his head and leaning closer to her, making her sit back in the car so she wouldn't get too cold with the snow
She sat back in the car, nestling into the seat and wrapping her scarf around her a little better to help warm up her nose, sighing.
He shut the car door once she was in and got into the driver's seat with a happy sigh, starting the car and glancing at her every now and then. "..You're really quiet," he said, keeping his hands tight around the wheel as he started to drive.
"My head hurts." She said softly, closing her eyes a moment as he started driving. A part of her felt nervous, afraid to be driving on this day in the snow. She shivered, her face turning pale.
He frowned and kept his eyes on the road, nervous himself. "It's alright...I'll drop you off by the bakery, kay? Do you live far from there?"
She shook her head, her eyes flicking about nervously as she bit her lip, feeling like she was going to be sick. She suddenly reached for his hand and held it tightly in her own, her hand trembling.
He glanced towards her with a frown when she took his hand, gently stroking his thumb over her skin, "alright well..where do you want me to drop you off?"
"The bakery is fine..." She whispered softly, afraid if she were to speak louder she would throw up.
"oh. Alright then...if you don't mind" he smiled again, keeping his eyes on the road and pulled his hand away to hold onto the wheel with both hands just incase.
She looked over at him with slight panic in her eyes when he pulled his hand back but swallowed and kept quiet, her hands on her lap as she played with her fingers.
He noticed how odd she seemed to be. He was worried that he might have frightened her. He kept quiet until they reached the bakery where he parked just outside, stopping the car and looking towards her. "Well, here we are. Sure you'll be okay?"
"I don't like being in the car." She said, sounding as though someone were choking her, though she was slowly starting to relax again when they stopped.
He swallowed and got out, walking around and opening the car door for her, offering for her to take his hand. "C'mon, I'll walk you the rest of the way home"
she grasped his hand and nearly ran out of the car, glad to be out of the vehical. She kept a hold of his hand without realizing it, holding onto him tightly. "Thank you..." She said softly.
He blinked in surprise but just shook his head, shutting the car door, "it's alright, just be okay for me?" he smiled, taking her hand, "let's get you home"
She nodded and smiled softly, wrapping her arms around him tightly and stopping suddenly. "I believe you." She said quietly. "What you said before..."
He started to walk on with her, raising both eyebrows down at her. "Hm? Oh really? You believe me?" He was surprised at how much Emma trusted him, but Den wanted to believe she was still Belgium. Deep down she was Belgium
She nodded. "I don't know why..." She said quietly. "I just...I believe you...there's a part of me I guess that just...I don't know it just...it's happy..."
"Happy?" He questioned, squeezing her hand a little. "I hope I'm not being too affection too soon but...I believe that you /are/ my wife..it sounds crazy I know but I really do feel it! And I guess I'm just afraid that i'd lose you again..or, her..well, either of you."
She shifted a little and bit her lip, feeling as though that should have weirded her out but somehow it didn't. She nodded, looking up at him. "yeah..."
He frowned, missing her cheerful side, and once again he fell silent again. Once she showed him home and he took her there he sighed and gave her a smile, standing outside her door. "Sleep well ok? Put the fire on and stay warm."
She held onto his hand even when he went to turn away, not wanting to let go just yet. She pulled him back a little and pressed her cheek against his chest as though she were trying to hide herself in his coat.
"hn?" He blinked in suprise when she pressed herself against him, smiling down at her and wondering if she could hear his heartbeat.
She held her arms around him, inhaling deeply as she felt calmed by his warmth and steady heartbeat.
He stared down at her, smiling and wishing they could stay like this forever. He cleared his throat, "hey...I don't want you to catch a cold"
She sighed before she let him go, smiling a little before she nodded. "Sorry..." She said softly.
He smiled widely, really wanting her to be happy but almost felt like he had ruined her whole life with what he told her. He sighed and gently ruffled her hair, "just...stay warm," he muttered and turned away, staring to walk off with his head lowered, hands hidden in his pockets.
She bit her lip, not wanting him to go so soon and not wanting to be alone. She shifted her feet back and forth before she looked at him. "I make really great hot chocolate." She said just loud enough for him to hear. "If you want some, I mean..." She said a little quieter, mumbling self-consciously.
He stopped, pausing for a moment and turned to look back at her, barely able to see her through the falling snow. "...well.." he smiled before chuckling, "I guess it wouldn't hurt, would it?"
she smiled a little sweetly before opening the door to her house, waiting for him.
He walked on, stepping inside into the warmth quickly so she could close the door, shaking some of the snow off of him, "heh-oops! Sorry if I'm making a mess!" He grinned sheepishly, turning to watch her.
She giggled a little before she shook her head. "No, it's alright." She said with a sweet smile.
"Alright then" he smiled back at her, pulling his coat off as he glances around the house, almost in amazement. He'd never seen the house before be it felt like he had been here before. It was strange. "Huh...you have a nice house here, Emma," he says, staring at some photographs of her family and tilting his head at them.
"Thank you." She said with a small smile, heading into the kitchen once she took off her winter gear to prepare the hot chocolate
He stepped into the living room, not caring that he was snooping as he glanced around at everything; small little objects or photos which referenced Belgium's personality. Either that or he really was going crazy but he didnt want to believe that. He wanted to stay happy and believe he had his Belgie back. He notices a little vase on a side table filled with bunches of roses and steps over to them, gently stroking on of the petals.
"They're my favourite." She said as she came into the living room with two mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream and a peppermint stick in each. "Roses, I mean. They're my favourite flowers."
"hm?" He straightened up, glancing back over his shoulder, lips curling up into a wide smile again. "Oh? Mine too! I uh...I made my wife's ring myself and I sculpted a tiny rose onto it. We loved roses too" he nodded, taking one of the mugs from her. "thanks" he says a little breathlessly, taking a sip.
"You made her ring for her?" She said softly, curling up on the sofa with her mug of hot chocolate. "How sweet..."
"mhmm!" He nodded and sat down on the other side of the sofa so that it didn't seem like he was getting too close to her. "It was...well...after my ex died, I just wanted to move on," he shrugged, "we got married in a rose field in the park. I dunno if you've ever been there or not..." He smiled at the memories,staring into space as he thought about that time in the gazeebo, that night she made for him, the most perfect night ever when they had made love. He smiled more, blushing a bit at the thought.
"The one in the park? I like to go there to read." She said with a small smile. "Or when I need to clear my mind. It's a good place for that." She stated before noticing his bright red cheeks. She poked his cheek, giggling a little.
"Oh yeah? I use to go there whenever me and her had an argument.." he sighed, glancing at her and turning on the couch, resting his head on the back of it and staring at her softly. "So, tell me more about you! How's life?"
"It's...confusing, as you can imagine." She said softly, stirring her hot chocolate with the peppermint stick before sucking up some of the melting whipped cream.
"Confusing?...because you don't know who you are..?" he asked within a whisper, frowning slightly.
She shook her head. "Well...not really it's more that I don't know anything about her...anything about you and her...other than you were married and she died."
"hm.." he nodded a little, gazing at her as he thought about it. "Well..I can always tell you more...what do you wanna know?"
"well...tell me about you and her..." She said softly. "Your family, your history..."
"Well um...you remember how I told you that...I'm...I'm Denmark? And she's Belgium? Well...we've lived for...thousands of years...we're immortal and we never grow old. If our country is in danger, we are too." He rubbed his head, hoping he wasn't scaring her, "I'm sorry this all sounds insane but..you just gotta trust me"
She nodded, trying to keep up. "But...then I couldn't be her." She said softly. "I'm not immortal. I mean, I age...I grow old..I'll die..."
"I know...but..well, the only thing which kills us is our hearts. Her heart got physically damaged and well...soon the land did too" he shrugged. "I believe she came back as human though..and I believe that you're her.." he says, frowning at the last word she said.
She nodded before shifting her feet again. "Well yeah but I mean...I...I'll still die, Mathias..." she said quietly. "I'm not like you..."
He looked at her sadly for a moment, going back to staring at the floor, "yeah...I know that..so..." he swallowed, forcing a smile, "I guess it's better we get to know eachother now than later, huh?"
She nodded with a small smile, sipping her coco again. "So...you said you had kids other than Elias...?"
"Yeah. Simon, the oldest. Our first son," he smiled, "He represents Brussels but...ever since his mother's death he's never been himself, neither has Sophia, our daughter. She's grown up now..gone to live and married to Toni...she has two chilren now," he smiled faintly. "Then there's Elias. He hasn't changed much over the years, heh.." He chuckled a little, remembering the memories, "and of course there's Grace, our youngnest daugter. I still call her my little baby, even if she doesn't like it, hehe."
She smiled as he talked about his kids, tilting her head a little. "Toni? Who's Toni?" She asked curiously.
"Um, Spain. Spain's boy. Hah, at first I hated the kid..I just wanted to protect my little Sophia from her but..." he shrugged, "Belgie never liked it when I was mean to Toni..but in the end we got along and I accepted them getting married and being happy. Besides I don't want my daughter to be stuck in my depression for the rest of her life."
She frowned a little before she bit her lip, playing with her fingers as she deliberated something. Eventually she just sighed and moved a little closer to him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
He smiled softly when she leaned against him, reaching over to place the mug down on the side table and used a free hand to stroke her hair. "So, what else did you wanna know?"
"What was she like?" She asked softly, sighing softly as he stroked her hair. "When were you married? What was..." the word got caught in her throat "What was.../it/ like with her?"
"What was what like?" he asked, thinking she meant something else and he looks down at her, "She was so much like you...like I said, pretty much exactly like you. The wedding was beautiful, even /I/ cried" he laughed.
She shifted a little uncomfortably, trying to ask the question she wanted without seeming weird. "I mean...what...what was.../after/ the wedding like..." She said, looking up at him shyly.
"After? Well...we rode my old friend Taiwan's horse Shae to the reception party, which was loads of fun" he smiled.
She sighed, shaking her head before she pressed her forehead to his shoulder, hiding her bright red cheeks. "What was it like to love her." She asked again softly. "To...to make love with her..."
"..." he blushed but smiled, wrapping an arm around her, "it was...it was the second most beautiful thing in the world" he says, "she was the first and..being so close to her was beautiful," he admitted.
She turned a little bright pink before she sighed, hiding her face again. "Oh...I see..." She said softly.
He bit his grin and kept his arm wrapped around her, hugging her close, "why'd you ask?"
"Just curious." She said quickly, almost a little too quickly. "I just...I was just curious..." She sad a little softer.
"that's ok" he smiles, keeping her close to him, "anything else you wanna know?"
She sighed softly, closing her eyes a little as she felt his warmth, feeling oddly comfortable like that. "...I can't think of anything..." She said softly, almost falling asleep.
He smiled down at her, continuing to brush his fingers gently through her hair, "really? Nothin' at all?"
"hmm..." She sighed, starting to fall asleep against him. "mmnhn..." She mumbled softly, sleepily.
He smiled even more down at her, continuing to stroke her hair and even drifting off himself.
She nearly curled into his lap as she fell asleep, her head against his chest and her arms around him.
He droped his hands and sighed, resting his head back and staring up at the ceiling, smilig to himself, feeling like he were in a dream. He prayed it wasn't a dream. He wanted this to last forever.
It would be a few hours before Emma woke up again, humming softly as she stretched a little.