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OCCUPIED: A Tale from World War Two

A Hetalia work by Count OCD

Chapter 12

Everyone was seated at the table. Everyone. Germany sat at the head, Prussia and Austria sat to his right, and everyone else filled in. Lavone was still sitting in Denmark's lap, she started crying when he tried to put her down on a chair. Luxembourg was leaning on The Netherlands' shoulder, half asleep. Italy sat at the opposite end of the table from Germany.

The room was almost silent. Luxembourg's raspy breathing broke was punctuated by coughs.

Belgium sat playing with her food. "So," she tried to lighten the mood, "how was everyone's day?"

No-one answered her. They continued eating.

The phone rang. Germany got up and answered.

"He can't?"

"The rain, got it."

"Yes, Sir." and small pause. Germany put the phone down. He turned back to the table. "You all. Continue eating." He walked upstairs.

Denmark moved Lavone a little. "Lavone? Do you want to eat anything?" She shook her head a little.

Czechia and France scowled at her. France stabbed his potato angrily, but neither of them said anything. Dinner would continue like this for almost an hour.

Switzerland sat in the back of his truck with his sister and Sweden. He leaned back against one of the crates eating his sandwich and listening to the rain. Liechtenstein was having an avid conversation with Sweden.

"So you have a monarchy?"

"Y's."

"That's so neat!" Liechtenstein continued explaining her monarchy, but Switzerland didn't really pay attention. He knew she loved talking about it, but he'd never really understood them, so he always just let her talk. He was quite glad she was so happy to get to talk about all this with Sweden.

Their conversation could've gone on all night, but at around ten o'clock, Switzerland decided to put his foot down. They needed an early start tomorrow.

Poland was probably dying at this point. He closed his eyes and wished he was at Lithuania's house. Like, what would I give to be there right now? I might even be nice, let him win a game once, maybe twice. He imagined himself curled up on Lithuania's couch, nice and warm. He could feel himself dipping out of consciousness, he'd been riding for a few hours now…

And then he woke up on Russia's doorstep.

Russia was standing over him. "Hello to you Polen! Nice to see you here again." Poland could see the Baltics standing behind Russia. "Lithuania! You get Poland nice and comfortable, then we will have dinner!" Lithuania hurried forward and picked Poland up.

Latvia interjected: "But Mr. Russia? Didn't we already have-" Estonia clapped his hand over Latvia's mouth, but it was too late. Russia turned his head and started to chatter at Latvia. Poland couldn't see anything else as Lithuania pulled him off to a side room in the house.

Lithuania grunted as he pulled Poland onto a couch in the living room. "Why are you so heavy?" Poland rolled his eyes. He grabbed Lithuania's tie and pulled Lithuania's face closer to his.

"Admit it. You missed me." Poland smiled, he may be soaking wet, but he was still fabulous. Lithuania didn't seem to think so.

"Why are you here, Poland?" Lithuania struggled to get Poland's hand off his tie.

"Because." He shrugged. He leaned back on the couch, pulling Lithuania on top of him by the tie. They locked eyes.

"You pass out on the front step, but you have energy for this?"

"You know me."

The two of them would continue to build one of the most epic pillow forts you have ever had the chance to hear of. It would be so strong, Russia would need the assistance of both his sisters and General Winter to break through.

Denmark walked up the stairs after Norway. His arms were really tired from carrying Lavone all night, but he kept walking along. Norway opened the door to the room Poland had stayed in when he was there, it still had a large bed on the back wall and bookshelves full of stuff. Not particularly books, there were boxes on the larger shelves and folded clothes on some of the smaller ones. The whole room looked like its previous occupant hadn't bothered to set up the room, only staying there because he'd had to.

Denmark put Lavone down on the bed. The bed was made pretty well, the sheets didn't look ruffled at all, and the pillows were laid out. The blanket on top was striped with red and white. She sat and looked up at Denmark, her eyes were glassy.

"I don't wanna go to bed." She rubbed her eyes and looked up at him.

"What if we tell you a story?" Denmark could always get Iceland to sleep with a good story, and he had lots to tell. Norway looked around like We? What do you mean 'we'?.

"What's the story *yawn* about?"

Denmark got very excited. "I could tell you about Vikings!" He stood up. "Awesome battles against Sweden! Freezing winters and shiny weapons, or cute puppies, or that time Iceland-"

"I could tell you about trolls and fairies." Norway interrupted flatly.

"I want to hear about trolls!" Lavone turned to Norway, who sat down on the left side of the bed. Norway smiled a little and patted a pillow next to him.

When Lavone and Denmark were both lying down and looking up at him he started his story.

Belgium smoothed Luxembourg's hair and stood up to leave. He was finally asleep, so she moved to the doorway and turned off the light. The hall was quiet, but she saw light coming in from under Germany's bedroom door, and from the doorway of Poland's room. She went to shut Poland's door, thinking he'd left it open when he'd left, but saw Lavone lying cuddled between Denmark and Norway on the bed, all of them asleep. She smiled and flicked the lights off, they didn't stir.