Bonjour y'all! I hope you're having fun reading about my bratty little OC. I don't want to make this whole thing too long, but leave a review with any ideas for a side mis-adventure with Lavone! Also for the Holidays (probably over my Christmas break) I was thinking of a little Christmas party fic! You know, one of those things with like, each chapter just focuses on a different ship? That kinda thing. So... I'm looking forward to writing that! THANKS FOR READING!

OCCUPIED: A Tale from World War Two

A Hetalia work by Count OCD

Chapter 11

Lavone was still lying on the floor when Norway and Denmark came into the room after The Netherlands. Czechia and Slovakia were already there.

"What happened?" The Netherlands came in.

"Lavone just-" Slovakia tried to start, but Czechia interrupted.

"She was throwing a fit and she just started glowing and screaming and-"

"No, Czechia, what actually happened?"

"-she had an ax and-"

The Netherlands put his hand up. "Slovakia, what happened?"

Slovakia went into a long winded explanation (with help from Czechia). As he was finishing, France burst in dramatically. "What happened?" Slovakia ignored him, Czechia started to fill him in.

"Oh! And she had an ax!" Slovakia picked the ax off the floor and showed The Netherlands took it and examined it.

"Mon dieu! This is not good! I say we get rid of her while we still can!"

"I agree with France!" Czechia nodded. "We could probably get her pretty far into the woods before Germany wondered where we are!"

"Oui! Or we could leave her in that cellar to drown!" France and Czechia both looked delighted by all the ways they could dispose of the puppet state.

Denmark whimpered and pressed his face into Norway's arm. Norway didn't bother trying to stop him.

"No one is going to be killing anyone." The Netherlands started trying to stop Czechia's and France's bloody fantasies. Norway moved past them to look at Lavone. She was still lying there.

"Is- Is there blood or anything?" Denmark's face was still hidden in Norway's sleeve.

"No. She's fine."

Denmark lifted his head a little bit. "Is she breathing?"

Why do you care all the sudden? "She's fine, Den." He poked her ribs with his shoes. Probably.

Lavone stirred a little. She coughed. France, Czechia, and Slovakia looked around in horror.

"We should get rid of her while she's still out!" France whispered. Czechia nodded vigorously in agreement.

The Netherlands' face looked more done than usual. He grabbed France's arm. "You're leaving." He pointed to Czechia, "Both of you. Out." He pulled France out after him. Czechia followed him, and Slovakia followed her reluctantly.

The Netherlands popped his head back through the door. "You two are in charge of her." He said flatly, then he left.

Denmark was on his knees by Lavone's side. She was starting to open her eyes.

"Den, maybe we shouldn't get too close. You heard what Czechia said-"

Lavone was already waking up. She rubbed her eye with her fist and tried to sit up. Denmark helped her stay upright. "Hi! I'm Denmark!"

Lavone looked up at Denmark. She didn't say anything.

Denmark's smile faltered. "Do you want help getting up?" He offered one of his hands to her. She took it and he helped her stand up shakily. She kept her eyes on him, she looked fazed, and a little scared. "Do you… need anything else?" Denmark asked.

Norway watched Lavone fling her arms around Denmark's legs. He stood there for a minute in shock, he looked at Norway like what am I supposed to do? Norway sighed and picked up Lavone, who stubbornly kept her arms open toward Denmark. Norway handed the girl to Denmark. He pressed her into his arms so her head was against his shoulder. Denmark stood there with her for a while, looking at Norway. A silent conversation went on between them.

Thanks, Norge! Iceland's gonna have a great big brother!

Yeah, yeah. Just stand still.

Come here! Join the hug. Denmark opened one of his arms and smiled.

No.

Please? C'mon. I know you want to!

I don't, actually.

Aw come on! Denmark moved toward Norway and grabbed him. Norway could feel Lavone breathing, she was asleep again. Norway stood there with Denmark and Lavone for a while. Lavone's head on Denmark, and Denmark's head resting on Norway's shoulder. Norway stood still with them. Whatever makes you happy, Denmark.

Germany opened the door for Italy and followed him inside. His heart felt like it was doing flips, and the flips sped up every time Italy flashed his amazing smile towards him. They were both completely soaked, but neither of them really cared. Germany's dog however, cared very much that he was dripping as much the sky outside. He got a towel from the closet in the hall and started to dry off his dog.

Rubbing the towel around Leon-wig, he heard thumping upstairs. Probably just Prussia doing something stupid. He finished and picked up the towel. It was covered in hair, but his dog looked so fluffy. Italy reached down to try to pick him up.

*gasp* "Germany! He's so fluffy! I love it when dogs are fluffy, can I-"

"No Italy, you're soaked!"

"But GeEeErmMaNnYyyy! Why can't I just-" He put his finger out and touched the dog's nose. "See? That didn't do anything bad! Can I just-"

"Don't touch him until you've changed into something dry."

"I don't have anything dry, Germany!" Italy paused. "Wait! I know!" Italy disappeared in a cloud of steam. Then he reappeared, nice and dry, dressed in a black sweater. "There!" Italy picked up Germany's dog and started to snuggle him. "Aaah. I love dogs! And cats! Not mice though… those things I do-"

"How did you do zat?!" Germany was dumbfounded. What had he even just witnessed?

"What?" Italy looked at Germany.

"What did you just do?"

"I just went back to my house and changed. Is that alright?"

"But… how?"

Italy opened one eye and winked at Germany. "Never underestimate the power of pasta!" Germany still stood there. How did he do that? Italy put the dog down and hugged Germany. "I'm just kidding Germany!" Germany was still very confused.