London

11:15 AM

12 Downing Street

''Is she really back?'' It was a question, stuck in everyone's mind since Elise's wedding, but it was Alfred who dared voice it, standing up from his place around the table. Looking at his fellow nations, he noticed some of them bowing their head and avoiding his eyes. The Danish siblings stayed quiet although one could clearly see the dried tears on Dagmar's face. Nobody questioned it,of course, not daring to face the wrath of the brunette.

''She is.'' The one who spoke was the very person responsible for her leaving and Roderich locked his eyes with the American. ''I saw her with my own eyes. Although .. she has no place here. She has given up that privilege when she left. She no longer has the right to sit on this table. The Dane must bear the consequences of her decisions. It is too late to return and to make amends now. The brainless girl got what she called for.'' The Austrian's voice was harsh, his violet eyes travelling around the table and daring anyone to say otherwise.

Harald had his icy gaze pinned on the dark-haired man and could only guess the gruesome ideas that were forming in the Dane's mind. Even though he was not so fond of his siblings, nobody had the right to say that about his sister. Before he could react, however, he observed how in a matter of seconds the Austrian's body had found itself on the floor, blood trickling down from his lip.

''You have no right to decide that.'' The thick accent could only belong to one man and Harald watched at the tall blonde picked Roderich from the ground, his fist connecting with the shorter man's face once again. ''Nor speak to her in this manner. It was you who caused this and I've waited far too long for you to bear the consequences as well.'' The blonde left the room, not waiting to even see as Elise ran to her brother, trying to stop the bleeding from his lip, nor he stayed to see Mikkel following him, but not before gifting the Austrian a kick in the ribs.

''I've made a mistake when I trusted you with my sister, Østrig.'' The Dane hissed, Harald and Dagmar following suit.

Copenhagen

15:00

Amalienborg

Walking in the throne room, Merete did not expect to be greeted by a hug from the oldest grandson of the queen, nor the boy to be followed by all three of her siblings. It was a surprising turn of events and the blonde was left speechless as she watched Dagmar regain her posture first, her usual bored stare now replaced by the infamous Danish fire in her eyes.

''How dare you! How dare you, Merete Thyra Ingeborg Thorsen?'' Merete winced as her sister said her full name, knowing full well that she could not get out of the howler that was to follow.

''Weren't those thousand years of solitude and having no one except ourselves enough, Merete, that you decided to leave us? Your own flesh and blood? Your family? Weren't the many scars on our flesh left by your stupidity and greet enough of a punishment that you decided to leave another one?'' Harald and Mikkel were now trying to keep Dagmar away from Merete , but with no luck as the sound of the angry Dane's hand connecting to Merete's cheek echoed around the throne room. The blonde held her hand to the reddening skin now but dared not to defend herself as she knew Dagmar had every right for proceeding with her actions.

''Dagmar, enough.'' Harald's voice boomed across the room as he held his sister hand as she was to lay another strike on her older sibling's skin. ''That's enough.'' The chestnut haired Dane glared at her brother but did not argue with him, taking a deep breath before heading out of the room. ''This isn't over, sister.''

''I know, Dagmar.'' The woman murmured after her sister had left the room, reaching to her cheek to wipe the salty tears, rolling down the red skin and soothing the burning pain from her sister's hand. ''I've missed you as well, sister.''

A cookie for whoever guesses who punched Roderich-

~DiAngeloFan