Denmark was bored. After having glared a bit more at his right hand he had turned to occupying his mind with counting the different stains he could find around the room.

He was up to thirty two on the roof when he finally heard his door cracking open.

His mind went blank as the door opened fully, allowing the Dane to see the frowning faces of Norway and Iceland.

"Are you awake, Denny?" Iceland asked quietly as he looked into the room, icy eyes searching through.

Denmark raised his head ever so slightly to glare at his 'little brother', "Of course I am, you prick! I've been awake for the past hour!" Then Denmark looked down to the window on his left. "Or has it only been thirty minutes? Maybe it's been two hours and I haven't noticed!"

Now Norway and Iceland both stepped into the room and closed the door behind them, all the while they rolled their eyes at the Dane.

Leave him to seem extremely stupid in any situation.

"We brought you here only an hour ago, Denmark. You've been in this room- at the most- forty minutes." Norway answered, crossing his arms as he looked down in an unimpressed manner.

Denmark glared up at him with lazy eyes, then rolled his head to Iceland. "Hey, Icey, why are you guys doing this? Can't I just be free?"

Iceland's glare came back even more menacingly, actually managing to make Denmark shiver at how cold and dangerous Iceland looked right now.

"You have a knack for getting yourself in trouble, Denmark." Iceland hissed icily, all the while Norway continued looking down at Denmark with lazy eyes. "And while we allow you to do a lot of stupid things, we will not let you hurt yourself by associating with Russia."

Whatever carefree feeling Denmark had somehow managed to bring into the room evaporated quickly with Iceland's words, the Dane quickly tensing up at the clear threat.

"And I guess that means you won't let me go until I decide I don't want to see Russia again?" Denmark asked icily, his own eyes narrowed at the men staring over him.

Now Norway smirked slightly and allowed his arms down so he could pat Denmark's head. "No, Denmark. That means we won't let you go until we're sure Russia is free of this ridiculous ideas he planted in your head."

Denmark growled at him darkly, feeling his anger slowly start to build up, all the while Iceland moved to the other side of the bed.

"I don't get it, Denmark. Is your family not enough for you now?" Iceland asked in a mock curious tone as he started to stroke the wild blonde hair, making Denmark shake his head wildly.

"Don't touch me!" The blonde yelled, making Iceland pout at him. "And if you're asking if I still love you, Icey, I do. Really. But I also love myself and want to make my own way!"

Iceland shook his head sadly at the Dane's words, then looked up at Iceland. "I'm so worried, Norway. Denmark refuses to see that we're protecting him from Russia. And worse yet, he can't see that his family just wants the best for him."

Denmark's angry face screwed into one of annoyance as Iceland spoke over him, making him try to grab him with his bound hands. Of course, that only resulted in another bruise to Denmark's wrist...

"Hey, what are you doing, Icey!?" Denmark growled. "If you're going to talk about me, at least do it to my back!"

Norway, completely understanding where his brother was going with this, spoke. "I know, Iceland. But, what can we do? He's a grown man, he should face the consequences of his actions."

"Of course I'm a grown man! Now let me go before I kick your asses!"

Neither man seemed to have even heard Denmark, continuing to look at one another over the bed.

Now Denmark felt extremely annoyed with this game. Oh, he knew it very well. They used to play it a lot back when they lived in his house. Whenever they were angered with Denmark and knew that he knew they were angry, the brothers would ignore the Dane and speak of him as if he were not in the room with them.

"Well, we could allow himself to get taken by Russia and broken until he is but a shell of his happy shell..." Iceland mumbled as if he were in thought, "Or we could keep him in this house until we're sure these stupid ideas are completely out of his mind."

"They're not stupid ideas, you bastard! Russia understands me and cares about me, unlike you two!" Denmark finally screamed, blue eyes glaring at Iceland heatedly.

Now both brothers froze at these words, allowing Denmark the assurance he needed to continue.

"You two think you care about me, but you don't! You only visit me when Finland makes you and you act as if I'm not around half of the time you're there!" Denmark glared into Norway's icy eyes, unwilling to stop now.

They had to know this. They had to know why he wanted Russia. Maybe this would make both brothers see that he knew what he was doing.

"And the other half you spend insulting me." Denmark lowered his voice now, turning his head to the side. "You think you care about me, and maybe you do... But you don't care enough..."

Both Norway and Iceland were quiet as Denmark laughed shakily, neither daring to stop him. "Russia, though... Russia gets me. I don't know what he sees in me- I really don't- but I like the way he looks at me..." Denmark shrugged, smiling lightly. "...Makes me feel important..."

Norway's eyes were cloudy after Denmark's confession, but Iceland's were confused. Why would Denmark think they didn't care about him? Sure, they weren't the most amiable countries in the world, but they showed their love, right? Right?

Iceland looked down at Denmark's face, which was a mix of sadness and happiness- something really strange to see together on anyone's face- his glare dropping into an expression of uncertainty.

"Russia is a dangerous country, Denmark." Norway hissed, voice colder than either man had heard before.

Denmark looked up to find Norway turned away from him, his back tensed and his hands balled into shaking fists.

"He may smile at you kindly, and he may have made you feel as if you matter, but he will use you. Not only use, but break and torture you." Norway whispered dangerously, voice as tense as the rest of his body. "And if you don't understand that yet, you can see why we cannot allow you to go with him."

"You're a bastard!" Denmark yelled after Norway spoke, all the while he started struggling wit his bonds yet again. "Russia understands me unlike you cold and unfeeling jackasses! Let me go to him and never worry about me again! I'm sure that would please you all immensely!"

At Denmark's scathing words, Norway turned around dangerously, eyes burning with extreme anger. Quickly he stalked over Denmark's bed and glared down at the bound man.

"Are you stupid, blind, and deaf!?" Norway finally lost his cool and yelled at his old friend, ignoring the way that both Denmark and Iceland's eyes widened. "We are helping you because we want you to be safe! Now you'll stop bitching and whining and allow us to help, or so help me I will make you!"


After having been thrown down the stairs by Russia, Sweden somehow found the strength to search through his whole house. Only to find that none of the Nordics was there.

This of course, both angered and proved to Russia that maybe Sweden wasn't part of the kidnapping ploy. So, after a few minutes of silence from all the men, Sweden invited them to his kitchen to make some coffee. Both Russia and Canada agreed, because really, they needed it, and they found themselves in the Nordics kitchen.

There seemed to be nothing off at first and Sweden quickly got to making the coffee, but when he went to search for the milk he frowned at the kitchen door.

"What's wrong, Sweden?" Russia asked curiously as he noticed the shorter man glaring at the door.

Sweden didn't answer though and just leaned his forehead against the cool refrigerator door, shaking his head softly. Canada looked at Russia with worried eyes and stood up, slowly heading towards the Swede.

"Sweden? Are you okay?" Canada asked as he placed his hand on Sweden's shoulder gingerly, unsure of Sweden's reaction.

"No." Was the tall man's simple answer, but he didn't deliberate anymore.

No, Sweden just handed a piece of paper to Canada and went about making the coffee once more, completely managing to freak Canada out. The Canadian looked down at the paper, and noticing the signature on the bottom, quickly ran to Russia and sat down beside him.

"Read this, Russia!"

Russia looked at him with a questioning eyebrow, but Canada only shook his head and pointed at the note. "It's from Finland!"

This grabbed Russia's attention immediately and he took the note from Canada, reading it with hungry eyes. And once he was done reading, he crushed it tightly in his fists with a tense fist.

"Chert poberi!" Russia hissed, smashing his fist against the table.

Both Canada and Sweden turned to him in slight shock, but the Russian ignored him. "Why would they do this to Daniya?..." He drifted off now, then turned to Sweden. "Do you know where they might go at a time like this?"

Sweden frowned as he thought about this, trying to see if any of Finland's favorite places to go to where adequate enough to hide a kidnapped man, but none came to mind. "No." He shook his head sadly, then snapped his finger. "Wait! F'nl'nd's g'od fr'ends w'th P'l'nd. Maybe h' kn'ws."

Russia's face never left its frown even with these words, but Canada managed to smile for both serious men. "Well, let's go visit Poland. We don't have a better lead."

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