Author's Note:

HIYA! AND WELCOME TOO...VERY SHORT A/N!

All I have to say his happy new year and this fic is shorter than usual but I wanted to post this anyway because it's a filler for next week's chap! Yeah...but I doubt you need to read all of this t get the point! XD

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"We are restricting cinnamon usage...so no Danishes." England's way of addressing the strangely serious topic was indifferent and bored.

"HVAD?! Y-ya can't be serious?" Big brother was in a state of utter denial as he stood up from his seat and crushed the mug that he was holding.

"Undsklyd, I'll pay for that later." He apologized humbly, grabbing the attention of the two Nordic countries that were also part of the EU, Berwald and Tino who were seats apart.

Their eyes met each other with a very surprised look from the younger and a contemplating look from the older.

They both shook it off. It was just a fluke.

"Oh, mon ami, we should all calm down and talk about this like real adults." France have a soft smile, hoping to calm the giant down.

"NON! Tout cela est stupide! Vous êtes tous stupides!" Denmark whipped up his fluent French.

(A/N: NO! This is all stupid! You are all stupid!)

"Why should we cut on cinnamon? I don't see ya cutting yer wine?" He glared down before turning around to face the other members.

"Or pasta! Or Waffles! Or tea! Or wurst! Fuck, is this about the shitty cinnamon test? God, it's been a year already, it's old news and it's not like we put a whole spoon of it our Danishes!" Big brother kept on stomping his feet.

Sweden rolled his eyes. Definitely just a fluke and now everything was normal.

"And while we're talkin' about professionalism, why don't I point out that you've been playing footsie with England? Or that Italy's been sexting his boyfriend? Or that Belgium's missing and that Romano's red as a beet? Or that Lars is puffin' out more smoke than normal and -whoopty-doo- Germany isn't here? And Estonia's been groping me this whole time?"

Big brother looked angrier than the time the Nordic four forgot to clean the house when he was gone for ten months.

"But Mr. Denmark, I am merely appreciating your body..." Estonia defended himself before approaching the taller Dane and bringing his hands up and down in an alternating rubbing motion to his powerful chest. "Am I a Nordic now?"

"Ya have three second before I break yer glasses and push them inside yer sockets..." Denmark warned, his eyes looked like that of a demon. The shorter man respectfully went back to his seat.

Ludwig came out of nowhere with messy hair and Lars panting. Isabelle also reappeared with a half-eaten waffle and Romano looking exhausted. Feliciano refrained from texting. Lastly, Francis and Arthur were blaming each other for getting caught.

"And you." A finger was pointed to the Swede that feigned disinterest. "Ya have the guts to sit there like yer not affected. Oh right, ya aren't. Ya just labeled yer spicy pastry as seasonal and ya get away with it, don't ya a little..." The hand made its way to the broad shoulder, giving a strong grip.

Berwald's features faltered by the most minute fraction of time. For less than a second, he couldn't hold up the stern face he has given his big brother for centuries. For less than a second, he revealed his anguish and hurt and regret...but he also showed his love and his hopes.

That's when something happened. Something that neither Berwald or Tino expected. Something they thought they'd see only in their dreams again.

Sweden was surprised to not feel a strong fist connect to any part of his face. He looked up only to see shock in Denmark's eyes before melting into tender concern. The fist opened and went to caress his pale cheek in loving strokes with eyes that were warmer than any sun.

Berwald was left stunned, so was Tino while the remaining twenty-five were only mildly surprised.

Then big brother irked, his eyes stung with fear as he pulled away, coughed, and turned away, grabbing his things before heading for the door.

"U-um...D-Dinamarca..." Spain stood up with a scared smile. "L-lo sient-"

"Don't ya dare fucking apologize or I'll hang yer head up my wall." Denmark's threat was very dark causing the jovial man to sit down and frown.

Sweden had his hand on his cheek. Did that really happen?

"We better follow him, Berwald." Finland stood up with his eyes directed to the hallway outside. The Swede only nodded in reply before running after their brother.

"B-big brother?" Sweden asked shyly, carefully placing his huge hand on the slightly shorter and slightly broader shoulder of their older brother who had an 'almost' melt-down for being banned to make Danishes while he could still make a pastry with even more cinnamon as a 'seasonal' treat.

If it was just his normal dumb rambles as the stupid Denmark, then he'd let it slide and probably let sadness gnaw him from the inside. But this was different and even if things between him and Finland were awkward, they both knew something was up and they had to team up.

Denmark clenched his fists and didn't move. It was a combination of guilt, longing, fear, relief, and reluctance that confused his sharp mind and screwed his heart.

"Hvad? Was I a fucking douchebag back there? Did ya come here to just just fucking shout at me? Or just look at me like ya want to kill me? Or walk away and not even say goodbye like how all of you always do?" His words were cold as ice, the temperature actually dropping until it was nippy.

"N-no...we were just..." Berwald turned his brother around slowly and reluctantly. His hands going nearer and nearer to the thick neck. The angry blue eyes went wide in fear, pushing the hands away and clutching his hand on his heart with wobbly knees.

His mind was starting to overflow with very dark memories. Everything was going too fast, too soon. He felt arms tighten around his throat, shackles squeeze his wrists, fire burn his skin, sharp metal slice his flesh, and darkness cover his eyes. He could feel himself choking not only by the strong hands but the fresh boned meat that was forced down his throat.

His body started shaking before ultimately collapsing into a sobbing mess. It started to get harder to breath and he knew he was having an attack but all he could think of was his bloody past and the four brothers he had lost because of it.

But suddenly, he also started to remember that not one of them truly wanted him afterwards and each had hurt him in all sense of the word.

"B-bror..." Sweden caught him before falling completely, seeing the utter pain in the Dane's face as his eyes went dark and became unresponsive to everything.

"S-stay back..." Denmark tried to break free but with his convulsing body, that would be impossible. "J-jeg kunne s-såre dig ...Og...og du komm-mer til at såre m-mig." He was bereft of air, hiccuping while straining his voice.

(A/N: I could hurt you...and you're going to hurt me.)

"Nej. We will never do that." Sweden tried to hug him, already joining the waterworks only to get pushed away.

"L-LØGNER!" Denmark shouted, bringing his arms securely around him, throwing a coughing fit. "Y-ya all hate me! Why won't ya?!" He kept on trying to speak even with his broken voice.

(A/N: Liar.)

"We are not lying." Finland passed by the stupefied Swede and knelt before the hysterical Dane. He had more control over his tears to make a point. He slowly and carefully placed his hand on the other's cheek, tenderly rubbing it with his thumb.

"We don't hate you. All this time...we always thought that you were gone...and that maybe drugs and alcohol were the only things that made you stable enough to perform your duties as a representative again...and we thought that you forgot about our long family history...and I'm pretty sure we were all grumpy since we never got any closure." Tino smiled softly. "Have you gotten any closure, big brother?"

Matthias shook his head, swallowing stone after stone. "I-I haven't and I-I'm not an alcoholic or a junkie."

"That's good to here, now come on...let's see if you can still drink the way you used to." Finland held his hand out as he stood.

"J-Ja." Denmark accepted the firm hand, standing up as well before limping from his cramps to his Swedish brother.

"U-um...Berwa...Waldy..." Matthias swung the Swede's strong arm over his shoulder. "I hope ya can join us..." He blushed and looked away, wanting to avoid the cold eyes. But they weren't cold, in fact they've never been this warm since he was a child.

"BRODER!" Berwald crushed his older brother in a tight hug, burying his face in the black trench coat as the older nation stroked his convulsing back.

"I miss ya too..." Matthias whispered tenderly with his own tears falling. He caught Tino watching and yanked him in for a hug too.

"I missed all of ya..." He added, his heart finally feeling whole. A soft breeze grazed them, gaining only the Dane's attention.

He saw a small figure, dressed in a white gown with a red tie around his neck. He has a very young boy with warm golden hair with a stubborn curl that stood up and eyes that were deeper than any ocean. He smiled at him with the most soulful and meaningful stare than no one else on earth could muster. Strangely, he looked sad...petting the rabbit he had in his small, fragile arms.

"K-kid?" Matthias loosened his hold around his two brothers, eyes open on the figure he was sure no one else could see.

"I told you...everything's gonna be alright in the end, Mr. Vi." The child cocked his head to the side with his very cute smile. With one last look, he started to walk away. His figure getting bigger as if aging. The farther he was, the taller he got. The Dane dreaded that the spirit would shrivel into an old form but he didn't.

Kid stopped walking, his form that of a built and lively young man. His hair has yet to cease shining as he gave one last smile, though totally obscuring the whole view were his two brothers. All he saw was his pearly teeth.

"Goodbye, Mr. Vi..."

"KID!" Denmark stood up, wanting to force the spirit to not leave him, with his brothers still in his arms.

"Brother?" Sweden fluttered his eyes in curiosity only for the eldest to look down at them reassuringly.

"Why don't we get some beer in us, my treat." Matthias dusted his to little brothers off and even went the extra mile to clean their cheeks with his handkerchief like he once did before.

"I'll call Lu and Emi...they'll flip out." Finland started texting his bedazzled phone away and Sweden was smiling cutely as he was obviously texting his Aussie lover.

Denmark couldn't help but glance back the hall, hoping that Kid would reappear.

Weeks went by and it seemed like everything was truly falling back into place. After meetings, the five would eat lunch together and do what they usually did together before everything went to shit.

Sweden and Norway would argue. Finland would sigh with Denmark while Iceland ate contently and silently. They went barging o his house to get a free meal or buffet rather, as he was forced to cook huge quantities when they were around, and even ask if they could sleep over, again they kept on fighting who gets the nearest room to his room.

They talked about Australia and after some very awkward dinners, he seemed to start becoming comfortable and so did Sweden. They were all fluffy and sweet just as Denmark had heard from Jett's 'reports'.

The four would constantly hovered around him and always say the nicest things to him...that made him feel rather...weird...just like the good old days.

Taking care of the four conditioned him to be as patient as a monk...if he wasn't he would've snapped already.

They kept on fighting for his attention even when his attention was solely directed on the hot American who seemed to not mind him at all recently.

"You have an awesome body, bror!" Sweden patted the huge boulder of a shoulder Denmark had after he peeled his shirt off from the sweat he got from lifting gym equipment for the huge gym that was made for all nations to use.

"Um...tak, ya have a great body too!" Denmark smiled, seeing the trained body his brother had, remembering that he was just a place behind him in terms of built. "And yer tattoos are nice too..."

Sweden grinned and scratched the back of his head, revealing the huge Australian Aboriginal tattoo that engulfed his whole upper arm and if you squinted your eyes you could read 'Jett Kirkland'.

He also had a huge cross fashioned with nordic knots that went down his left chest and covered his left abs and stretched to his side and to the center of his chest. The middle of it has a ring and the ring had a lion-head emblem with a royal crown. His right bicep had a a loop of thorn around it and sacred heart on it and an armband tattoo of another nordic knot with old runes written on it.

He also had an aboriginal kangaroo tattoo as a tramp stamp and 'Valhala' inked across his upper back with branches snaking along the letters.

"You have better ones!" Berwald smiled nonetheless, getting more weights out of the truck.

Matthias followed and pulled out a huge bell-shaped weight that had 20 tons painted on it. The younger man felt worried and volunteered to carry it for 'old' brother.

"Nej. I can do it, ya know." Denmark lifted it and after a few steps, his back caved in and his legs squatted.

"B-BROR!" Sweden caught up with his brother after dropping all the weights he was holding.

The Dane stood up straight and smirked. "Ya fell for it." He laughed, carrying the weight with one hand on his hips like it was a platter of food and he was a waiter.

The Swede just smirked and waved it off, picking up the weights he let scattered on the asphalt. Just then a strawberry-blond passed by with a sour scowl, lifting a twenty-five ton with particular ease.

"Want me to help you with that?" Berwald asked his friend politely, feeling a big guilty with his last prank on him.

"Fine." America tossed it in the air and Sweden caught it but not without some difficulty and readjustment. Before he could start to trash-talk the shorter man was gone and back with a thirty ton.

Denmark came back to get some more weights when America passed by. He smiled. "Hej, America."

America looked down instead and frowned. "Hi." He said briskly before passing his friend in a brisk walk.

"What's his problem?" Sweden slowly made his way to his brother who ended up carrying the weights for him.

"...I don't know either." Denmark hid his frown, falling dead-silent as he marched on.