I had this one planned since I wrote about Gamma, but I was just too lazy to bite the bullet and type.

Disclaimer: When was the last time I did this?...did I ever do it of this story?...Oh well, I don't own KHR! But I want to. AND I want to own Denmark, the Hetalia version. And I want Norway and Iceland and Sweden and Finland...okay, so I want all the Nordics but I can't help it!

Hope you like this!

The long streets were lined with colourful houses. Red, pink, green, yellow it was more like a giant pastry shop than a city. The sound of flowing water echoed off the stone cannels. Rivers surrounding the city at all sides. Parks, shops and streets were full of laughing people. Most were tall blonde and blue eyed with a bright smile. Copenhagen was truly beautiful.

You walked down the street between two men. Both were taller than her so they obstructed the view of the foreign city. The six Italians stood out like a sore thumb. They passed shops and peered in at the baking, books, furniture or clothes. From the outsiders perspective it appeared that the group were just visiting and enjoying the city. But the truth was that the first generation Vongola boss and his guardians were meeting the prominent Danish family that had just ridden to the top ranks. What were you doing there? Well, you were the secretary/hit woman of the family. You were more of a lover than a fighter though.

You particularly loved Copenhagen and Denmark as a whole. The city and the countryside appealed to you so much that you felt like you...just belonged there. Maybe you would move and settle down in Denmark?

Looking to your right you gazed at your boss with half lidded eyes. He was all smiles as he watched the people. His smile widened as a child ran by followed by his mother yelling at him to slow down. Giotto turned and looked down at you, his smile grew soft, and eyes took on a strange glow.

The six men stopped in front of a grand hotel. Alaude, Knuckles, Lampo, G. And Asari turned towards Giotto waiting for a sign. You looked towards him also but from the corner of your eye light glared off metal. Shifting your eyes you looked at the bicycles lining the sidewalk. A sign was about a small hut and a man was standing before it collecting money from a young couple.

"Why don't you go inside and rest in your rooms until the meeting. I think [Name] might want to try something new today?"

"Oh!" You looked back at Giotto shocked. His golden eyes shining with mischief.

Alaude smirked and walked through the revolving doors, the others followed laughing and smacking your back lightly.

"That really isn't necessary Boss."

"Giotto."

"Honestly it's not...Giotto."

He sighed and ran a hand through his golden hair, "We have been together for so many years and you still have the need to call me by my title? You never called me Boss when we were children did you?"

"It's different now...and don't say together like that! People might hear it as something else."

"Let them hear it as they want. It's the truth."

He grabbed your hand and began to pull you towards the man renting out the bicycles. When he stopped in front of him, Giotto began to spout out Danish like it was his first language. His pulled out his wallet and gave the man the money that would cover two bike rentals. When the bikes were handed to Giotto he led you to an empty area on the street and mounted the bike.

"Do you know how to ride?"

"No. I never learned as a child..." You blushed embarrassed. Giotto dismounted his bicycle and walked towards you. He took the handlebars and held the bike steady for you to get on. When you just stared at the bike like it would eat you he chuckled lightly.

"Just swing your leg over and place your feet firmly on the ground."

You followed orders and straddled the bike.

"Now take a hold of these," he took his hands off the handlebars and you complied.

"Okay, I'm going to hold onto the back of the bicycle and keep holding on as you peddle."

"You're not –"

"I won't let go, I promise." You stared at him sceptically but with such honest eyes you swallowed your fear and placed a foot on the peddle. Kicking off with your free foot you fumbled a bit but finally managed to peddle with both feet. You tried to peek over your shoulder but a voice stopped you.

"Eyes straight ahead. Watch where you are going."

After some time you were going in a straight line, not hitting anyone. You caught on right away and had no problems.

"Look I'm doing it Giotto!" You ignored his last commentary and looked back. He was standing five yards away waving at you. Shocked you lost concentration and fell sideways off the bicycle. Luckily you landed in a sidewalk garden filled with grass and soft flowers to break your fall. Unfortunately you still managed to skin your palms. Giotto rushed over in worry.

"Are you all right? I'm o sorry, I should not have let go, I promised." You looked crestfallen, sad that he let you down. You did not feel any anger. He taught you how to ride a bicycle when he could have gone and rested like the others.

"I'm fine, I'm fine. No need to worry. Nothing is broken. Practice makes perfect after all." You smiled as you stood and brushed off the dirt on your trousers and blouse. Giotto grabbed your hands and brought them up to his face. He pressed his lips gently to your palms and held them there for a minute or so.

"I hate seeing you get hurt."

"You can't protect me from everything Giotto. I don't want to get in the way one day and be the cause of your death!" Tears began to stream from your eyes as the topic you thought so often about was brought up.

"[Name], I'd be honoured to give my life my life for someone so special to me."

"Don't toss your life away for something so unnecessary."

He laughed but his eyes held a fierce determination, "You are my life. Now come, let us return the bicycles to their owner and head back to the hotel and treat your hands. When we return to Italy I will teacher you how to ride a bicycle properly."

Picking up the forgotten bike he walked back to his own and grabbed it too. You walked in silence all the way back to the rental shop and watched as Giotto refused the money back for the extra hour you did not use with the bikes. Turning back to face you, in a few quick strides he was at you side with your left hand in his own right one. Lifting it to his lips he kissed it again. Hand in hand both of you strolled down the street to the hotel.

The sun shone down and hit the gold band that wrapped itself around her ring finger. A matching one swung from side to side on its blonde owner as the two lovers laughed and talked, enjoying the small time that they could spend together. Just another memory for the Vongola boss and his soulmate.

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