I do not own hetalia

Denmark would never it admit outloud or to anyone just how much he enjoyed taking care of Amelia. The first few days she was very scared and took to hiding into her room until he persuaded her to come out. Now, five days later he was making a cake in the kitchen with a mostly relaxed Amelia watching from the counter top.

"So if you have no cakeflour in the house take normal flour and take two tablespoons out, like so." He glanced over and she nodded solumnly, "This cake is going to taste awesome." She nodded again, Amelia didn't talk much because she was so ashamed of her stutter but Denmark thought it was really cute. She zoned out alot, looking at random thinks and just staring into space for a while, that worried him but he'd never admit that either.

"Do you want to help?" Amelia snapped out of her daze and nodded, "Come on then," he hoisted the girl onto his shoulder where he discovered was her favorite place to sit if they went walking. She liked the sensation of being tall, gripping his hair gently she leaned over to stare down at the bowl of flour and salt.

"Now we need one more cup," he leaned over and Amelia paniked, yanking back on his hair he yelped and the bag of flour exploded as it made contact with the floor.

Flour swirled around the room and soon everything and one was coated with a sheet of flour, coughing it out of his lungs he stumbled out of the room, Amelia had a very tight grip on his hair. Once in the living room he rubbed his eyes clear and pulled her off his shoulder, easing her grip off his hair.

Grinning broadly he was not ready for her to jump out of his arm and run up the stairs and away.

"Amelia!" He ran after her, ignoring the soft flour getting absolutly everywhere, "What's wrong?" At he top of the landing he stopped and listened, sounds of soft sobbing were coming from the linen cloest. Pulling the door open he nearly cooed at the sight of a flour covered Amelia huddling under the spare blankets. Big tears rolled down her face and cleaned away some of the flour and she sneezed every few minutes.

"Amelia?' He lowered his voice so he didn't sound angry, "What's wrong?" She continued to cry but finally she sturttered out.

"I-i'm s-so-rry, p-pl-lease d-don't-t s-send me-e a-away!" Denmark was floored but didn't move.

'Why would I send you away?"

"B-bec-cause I-I p-pulled y-your ha-hair and y-you d-d-ropped the f-flour." She buried her face into a nearby pillowcase and continued to cry.

"That's no reason to send you away," Denmark said, outraged, he plucked her out and she slapped at his hand and cuddling her into his chest, nuzzled her close, "Stuff like that happens all the time, you think that's the first time I've dropped a bag of flour?" She hiccuped, "and my hair? I've got a friend that strangles me with my tie everytime he sees me. I'm fine. I'm more worried about you." He rubbed her tears away with the pads of his thumb."Why did you think that?"

She sobbed out her story and Denmark's eyes flashed, he longed to take his axe to those wretched people who had fostered her for only a short time but sent her back to the home because she 'misbeahved' AKA was a child. When she finished her story he kissed her forehead.

"Amelia."

"Y-yes?'

"I promise that I will never send you away." Her miserable expression cleared and her ees were full of so much hope it was painful.

"Promise," his eyes widened when she didn't stutter.

"Promise."

Amelia held out her pinky, "pinky promise," he hooked their pinkies.

"Pinkie promise." Amelia squealed and wrapped her arms around his torso, misery forgotten. Denmark began laughing and there they were, covered in flour, sitting in the upstairs hallway, laughing their fools heads off. Denmark didn't care how they looked, he was happy.

The magic trio stood around the circle Amelia had disappeared in. England and Norway had been called six days ago by a frantic Romania telling them he'd somehow magiked away Amelia.

"Is it ready," asked England rubbing his sore eyes. Five day ago they started working on a spell that would track the elusive human. If he were human he would be dead now, as it was he was absolutley spent.

"Yes," Romania held the vial of pink fluid in front of his eyes, eyeing it critically before dumping it with out ceremony onto the floor, "There we go, all we have to do it wait."

"How long, Scotland is getting antsy?"

"Three weeks, then we'll find her."

Norway surveyed the room before checking his phone, "I need to go, that stupid idiot dane hasn't called me in a few days, something might be wrong." With that he was gone.

"I like pears more though," whined Amelia, frowning at Matthias who was examaining a package of strawberries. Ever since he had promised her he wouldn't send her away (yesterday) she had become a lot more chatty and her stutter had all but disappeared.

"Odd thing for a kid to like, I thought all squirts had a longing for some strawberries," Matthias glanced up from the box in time to see Amelia shake her head, " Pears are always better." He chuckled and she huffed, "Don't make fun of me, they are tastier."

He ruffled her damp hair, still wet from this mornings bath, "Pears it is then, kids need vitamins." She cheered, Denmark and Amelia were out shopping, she was sitting the kiddy section of the cart, wearing a new outfit. It was nice and warm to combat the nations cold tempratures. Black boots with red pants tucked into them with a red shirt covered by a long black coat. It was basically a smaller version of Denmark's clothes, he even got her a little black hat to wear. Denmark thought she looked like the cutest thing on the planet.

'Who is this cutie?" Both turned to see a beautiful woman, carring a small shopping basket smiling at Matthias.

They exchanged glances before Matthias turned to face her.

"She is Amelia."

"Your daughter?' The smile was so sweet Amelia had to avert her eyes.

"Something like that," Amelia scowled as they continued to talk, she did not like him talking to that woman, she screamed bad news.

"Would you two like to come with me to lunch?" Amelia scowled at the womans face but then Matthia's phone beeped.

"Excuse me," he checked it then sighed, "Amelia, looks like were going to be heading back early, Norgie's at the house with the others," he gave the woman a polite farewell and as they disappeared Amelia leaned to one side and stuck her tounge out at the woman.

'NORGIE"! Denmark slammed the door open and pouced on his friend, Amelia huffed in after him, pulling the bag of groceries along, "It's so nice to see you!"

''Get off of me you idiot," he deadpanned while the other looked on to see Amelia staring, mouth wide open and looking very shocked.

"Denmark, who is this," Finland peered around the Dane to examain Amelia.

"Oh her," he swept her into his arms and chuckled, "This is Amelia, Amelia, this is everyone. Tino, Lukas, Emil and Berwald." She blushed and burying her face into his jacket, refused to look at any of them.

"Oh, come on, don't be shy." He cooed at her, "Show them that pretty face." She shook her head and he patted her back fondly, "Don't worry guys, she's just a bit shy. so, what did you guys want?"

"We haven't seen you much recently so we thought something might have happened," Finland said brightly, "Lukas was worried sick!"

"No I wasn't!" Norway protested and Denmark pulled him close with his free arm.

"Aww, you were worried about me Norgie, how cute."

"Stupid Dane!" Amelia glanced up and met the cold stare of Sweden, squeaking she buried her face into Matthia's shoulder.

"Matthias, can we talk to you privatley?' Said Iceland, keeping a stare on Amelia. Denmark frowned but nodded, he realised Norway and set Amelia on the ground.

"There's a pear in the kitchen, go have a snack," she nodded and all but sprinted away, "So what's up guys?"

"You idiot," Norway grabbed his tie and dragged him to his level, "You realize that's Amelia, the human that Scotland lost a few months ago? She's the one we voted on for him to take care of." Denmark's eyes widened and he stuttered.

"But that's impossible, she's a kid!" Norway growled in annoyance, twisting his grip on his tie, "She met Romania and he accidently magiked her away and it looks like she was turned into a child."

"So...what now?"

Norway realised his tie, "I take her to England so we can fix her."

"NO" Denmark straightened and the others flinched at his shout, I'M NOT!'

"Mattie," Amelia peered around the doorway, half eaten pear in her hand, "Is everything OK?" She looked frightened, eyes flicking between Lukas and Matthias.

"Everything it fine," he lied through his teeth, " just peachy."

"It doesn't look like everything is fine," she pointed out, eyeing Berwald nervously, 'What happened." Denmark ran his hand through his hair.

"Nothing, are you going to finish that pear?"

"Oh course." "Before I get to it?" She raised an eye brow and ran shrieking up the stair as he gave a roar and chased after her.

"NOOO! MY PEAR!" Finland chuckled as Denmark swept her up at the land and blew a raseberry on her cheek.

"YUM, a delicious little human to munch on l think I'll have her with some sauce," he began 'chewing' on her shoulder.

"NO," she shrieked, holding her pear at arms length, "YOU CAN'T EAT ME, I'M PEOPLE!"

"AND I EAT PEOPLE!" She shrieked with laughter as he tickled her round little stomach, "YUM YUM!"

"NOOOOOO," soon both were breathless with laughter but Norway's threat still hung in the back of his mind.

"Matthias." It was bed time, Amelia was washed, dried and tucked comfortebly on her bed, cuddling a stuffed moose close, "Why does Lukas not like me?" Denmark stopped and glanced over. She looked a little sad, big blue eyes, curious and lips turned downward. He sighed and standing up made his way over to her bed.

"He doesn't dislike you, its just." He couldn't think of anything to say so he smoothed her covers out a bit more.

"He doesn't like me," her voice was so matter of fact it was heart breaking.

"I don't know why," he finally admitted, "he's being a big stupid head."

Amelia fiddled with the mooses legs for a moment before speaking again," Did I do something bad to make him hate me?"

"Oh no," Denmark was alarmed and he sat up straighter, "Amelia, you are a very good girl. I don't think you'd ever do something that would make people hate you. Never let anyone tell you you're a bad girl."

"But what if I do something bad?" Tear filled her eyes but she hastily whiped them away. Denmark pulled her out of her blankets and cuddled her in her arms.

"Then you'll know." He rocked back and forth, rubbing soothing circles on her back.

"How."

" You have a good heart, your heart will tell you." Her eyes widened and she stared up at him.

How? Can it talk?" She said ectatically. "Will it talk to me?"

"Sometimes, but it won't say words. It'll only talk if you listen and you must like your heart for it to talk."

"But who do I like my own heart?" Amelia looked confused, "do you like yours?" She poked his stomach.

Denmark gave a laugh, a great blooming feeling of love exploded in his chest, "You need to remember this, 'I like me because that's who I am' Hearts don't talk to people who don't like themselves. Because a heart is not only you but your friend also and you need to like both."

"I need to like me," she spoke slowly as if to ration out her words, "So... be my own friend?" Matthias hummed in agreement, Amelia leaned her head contendidly against his vibrating chest for a moment. Denmark hummed no particular tune and rocked an increasinly sleepy Amelia but just when it seemed she would fall asleep she sat straight up, eyes wide.

"I hear it," she said and he glanced down, confused, "I hear your heart! It's talking," Amelia pressed her ear against his chest, "What's its saying to you?" She looked very excited and he chuckled.

"It's telling me," he paused dramatically, her fingers gripped his shirt in anticipation, "that you need to go to bed."

"hmm," she tapped her lips thoughtfully, "My heart says to stay up a little later."

"Really?" he pulled the blanket back and tucked her in.

"Yes, I think I should stay up later, please?" She pulled the most adorable puppy dog eyes in her arsenal but he shook his head.

"Little hearts need big sleep," He handed her the moose back and kissing her forhead he turned to leave. As he began to turn of the light Amelia spoke.

"I like you Matthias, and I like your heart," she mutterd sleepily. Matthias's grin could not have gotten any wider but it did.

"I like you too Amelia and I like your heart also," he replied but she was already fast asleep.

Sweden watched from the bathroom door as Denmark left the human's room and went downstairs. He didn't think that man possessed the brains let alone patience to raise a child. But from what he'd just heard he apparently had both. Well, miricles happened everyday. He glanced down at Finland who was practically gagging himself in an effort to stop sqealing.

Getting the girl to England to reverse the spell would be no easy task.