I do not own Hetalia
"You know Amelia, it looks to be a great day to go play in the snow," Denmark was lounging on the couch while Amelia sat on the ground, reading through a book of H.C. Anderson's fairytales. She glanced up at him and then out the window before nodding.
"All right then," he leapt to his feet, "Let me get your new coat." Amelia closed the book and waited. It had been a few days since Matthias's weird friends had visited and he had seemed pretty down and upset about something but wouldn't tell her about it. He also seemed determined to spend as much time with her as possible and dress her up in different outfits.
"Here it is!" Amelia only sighed. The coat was black with the lining of the cuffs, hood and hem bright red. Poking out of the hood were two red bunny ear things. Sewed onto the left shoulder was the Danish flag.
"Did you sew that?" Matthias nodded eagerly and she began giggling.
"Oh come on, sewing is manly!" Amelia only giggled harder as he pouted, "Come on, lets get you ready."
Ten minutes later Denmark snapped the third and final picture of Amelia standing in the snow looking annoyed in her bunny eared parka.
"You look so cute!" He ruffled her hair and stored the camera away, "like a mini-me."
"Your crazy," she said fondly, tugging on his pants leg, "Can we build a snowman?"
Denmark gave a hearty laugh, "sure thing squirt."
Coupled with Matthias's montrous strength and Amelia's determination to build the biggest snowman ever the snow man was huge. Easily ten feet tall and instead of a generic snowman he was a viking snowman. Denmark's axe in one arm and a flag in the other both were immensly proud but also super tired.
'Let's call it a day huh?" He flopped onto the snow and closed his eyes, "I need some sleep." Hearing nw reply he crack an eye open, "Amelia?" only to recieve a faceful of frozen powder.
"HAHA!' she cackled as she continued to rub the snow into his face, "Eat snow Mattie!"
'HEY" He sputtered and rolled away, Amelia was wearing a grin eerily similair to his.
"You can't sit up," she protested, tugging on his arm, "Lay down."
"Why?" he asked and she pouted.
"Because I got you, you're dead."
"Oh,"he rolled his eyes back and flopped backward, effectivly squishing her under his broad back, "I'm dead."
"NO NO NO," she squirmed and whined, "You can't be dead on me! Get off!"
"But I'm dead," he said, "I can't move." It took the American a good three minutes to crawl her way out from under his back and she kicked more snow into his face.
"Now you can be dead." Hiding a smirk he stilled his breathing, as a nation he could hold his breath for a while.
"Matthias,' she poked his cheek but he didn't move, "Matthias, get up. You'll get sick if you keep lying in the snow." She got no response and got worried, "Matthias, are you okay?"
"Mattie?" She lightly slapped his cheeks, "wake up." she got scared and tears began to gather in her eyes. "MATTIE WAKE UP!" He didn't stir and she hugged his chest, and began to cry, "I DIDN'T MEAN TO REALLY KILL YOU! PLEASE WAKE UP!"
"Woah, woah, woah,' Denmark sat up straight and the little girl stared up at him, tears disappearing instantly, "I'm not dead, please don't cry."
"I thought you had died," she said, the tears reappeared, "don't do that." she squeezed his middle and rubbed her face against this coat, "I don't want you to ever leave me." Denmark hugged her back grinning foolishly, "Gotcha, but I think it's time for hot chocolate." He stood up with her held securly in his arms, Amelia cheered, hot chocolate was one of her favorite drinks.
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It wasn't until the next day the Amelia showed any signs of being sick. At first he wasn't concerned when she just sat on the couch to read a book but when she didn't even put up a fight before bedtime he began to get really worried.
"Amelia," she opened her eyes sleepily for a moment before closing them again, "are you feeling okay?"
"Fine, just sleepy," with that she pulled her moose closer and fell asleep. Denmark bit his tounge and left, knowing that something was bound to happen.
He was right of course, so when he was shaken awake at two in the morning by a tear soaked Amelia he wasn't all that surprised.
"Mattie! Mattie! I frew up, help me!" Denmark opened this eyes to see Amelia, looking ruffled, tear stained and miserable.
"Come here," he cooed, sitting up and gathering her into his arms, she sobbed into his chirt, sniffling every few seconds. "Man kiddo, you're burning up, you've got a serious fever."
"I don't feel good," she sniffled and he grimaced as little kid mucas was smeared on his bedshirt.
"come on," he threw the covers back and stood up, "lets get you cleaned up." He padded into the bathroom and began filling the tub. She squirmed out of his arms and running over to the toilet, began throwing up. She cried and cried while Denmark gently patted her back, "Where did you throw up before," he asked and grimaced when he heard the words, 'room'. Once she was done emptying her stomach he settled in the cool bath and began to wash her off.
He spoke softly to the miserable child as he towlled her off, "Don't worry munchkin, you'll be just fine." Denmark took one of his spare t-shirts and pulled it over her head, when he was done Amelia had fallen into a fitfull sleep, sniffling and couching every few seconds.
Denmark hoisted her into his arms and picking up his cell phone dialed Finland's number.
"Who the fuck is calling me this early/" He winced as the little Finn snarled into thephone.
"Hi, Finny," he said, keeping his voice down to avoid disturbing a sleeping Amelia, "I've got a problem. What do you do when the kid is throwing up and has a fever?"
"Amelia's sick?" Tino sounded more awake, "What happened?"
"No sure," he tucked Amelia into the couch, "but she came running in not an hour ago telling me she threw up."
"Make sure she gets lots of sleep, I'll be over later," then the Finn hung up, he was never a morning person. Denmark tossed the phone onto a chair and went to clean up the vomit.
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Amelia woke up with every limb in her body aching, her stomach felt like it was doing summersaults and her head throbbed with every pulse of her heart. Opening her eye she was surprised to see Matthias, sitting on an uncomfortable chair next to the couch, sleeping. As if he had fallen asleep watching her. She smiled and shifted her legs, he blinked and woke up as she moved.
"Morning sunshine," he yawned, 'How are you feeling right now?"
"Still sick, my thoat hurt," she opened her mouth wide to prove her point, "feels scratchy and gross."
He ruffled her hair, "Don't worry, you'll be better in no time."
Denmark soon discoverd that Amelia was a terrible patient, she didn't care if she felt sick. She wanted to get up and run around, eat lots of food and it drove him up the wall.
"Amelia, you need to lie down," he ordered tucked her under the blankets once again, "You'll never get better if you keep getting up."
"But I'm bored," she whined and fidgeted, "sitting down if boring."
"Will you lay down if I put on a movie?" Demark had paperwork to do, not really feeling up to chasing the sick child around all day.
She pouted, which was adorable, "No."
"well what do you want?" He said, and to his surprise she blushed and ducked under the blanket. "Well?" He lifted it up and squashed the urge to squeal. Amelia was curled into a tight little ball, her face and ears bright red.
"Could you read to me," she asked in a small voice. Denmark began chuckling and then he started to laugh. Her face burned with embarssment, "I'm not making fun of you Amelia, its just a such a cute request I couldn't help but giggle."
Amelia slowly poked her head out from under the covers,"Promise?"
"Pinky promise. All right," he moved to the book shelf and pulled down his favorite book of fairy tales, reseating himself Amelia huddled her blanket closer in anticipation. "Here we go," he crossed his legs and opended the old book, "The Princess and the Pea, by H. C. Andersen."
She fell asleep, not surprisingly, halfway through the story. Snoring lightly and wrinkling her little nose every few seconds. Congratulating himself he pulled the blanket up to her chin and snapped a picture. All happiness disappeared for a moment, he knew that he couldn't keep her but that didn't stop him from wanting to. As long as he took care of her he would do his best to lavish love on her. For several minutes he sat there, simply watching he rise and fall of her chest, his own tightened. Is this how Swden felt raising Sealand? All those time he'd called him a loser for missing a drinking night, boy he felt like an ass now. Denmark smoothed her hair back and kissed her forehead before proceeding up to his office.
When Finland knocked on his friends door at 7 that evening he didn't expect to be met by a haggard Denmark
"Hey Finny," he leaned against the door, loosening his tie, "come on in."
He walked into the living room to see Amelia camped out on the couch with an impressive blanket fort surrounding her.
"Hello ," he winced, it was painfully obvious she had a sore throat.
"So glad you came, I have no idea what I'm doing." Finland nodded.
"But why didn't you call Norway," he asked, unpacking ingredients for soup. Sweden had been against his coming but he wanted to see the cutie again before Norway stole her away.
"I was afraid Norway might do something," Finland nodded again, he knew his way around Denmark's extra house. His real one was a ways away, a castle perched on the edge of a cliff face. That was the one all of them had lived in for the Kalmer Union until it dissolved.
"MATTIE!"
"Better hurry," he smirked, "She's getting hungry."
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Norway waited until both England and Romania were on the conference call before speaking, "I found Amelia." He waited until both nations stopped yelling, then he spoke again. "But she's at the idiots Dane's house, he's intent on taking care of her."
'I don't care what you have to do," ordered England, "get the child to my house and we'll give her the potion to reage her. Scotland is days from shooting someone."
"Aww," whined Romania, "I want to take care of her like I did when she was sick. She was a cute little Neko."
Norway hung up on the bickering nations and dailed another number.
"Hello Sweden, I need your help with something."
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Amelia's cold finally cleared up, allowing a rather tired Finland to go home and Denmark to actually take a nap.
"You're a lot of trouble little squirt," he chuckled, ruffling her hair at the dinner table, "But I love ya." He kissed her cheek and Amelia squealed.
"Ewwwww! Cooties,' she rubbed at her cheek and scowled at him, "Don't kiss me!"
Denmark just laughed and kissed her other cheek.
"EWWWW!" she tried warding him off but soon he began tickling her and kissing her cheeks alternetlly. Amelia was breathless with laughter and Denmark thought his smile would snap off his face.
He stopped and served her a slice of her favorite fruit.
"EWWW!" she grumbled passed her smile, "I've got cooties." He began washing the dishes while she munched cheerfully away.
"What was that?" They both stopped moving and heard the doorbell ring
Amelia remained unconcerned while Matthias left to answer the door. She had her pear and she was happy.
"No Norway, you'll not be taking her," she glanced up at the empty doorway, concerned. Matthias never got mad, except for that one time when his friends came to visit.
There was some more angry muttering and then, 'HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Amelia dropped her fork and ran into the living room, she cowered behind the doorjam. Lukas was standing in front of a furious looking Matthias with Berwald standing behind him, near the hallway entrance.
"You can't keep her you fool, she needs to return to Scotland."
Matthias glowered, looking, if possible, even more terrifying, "You can't take her, she's finally happy here."
Lukas was about to give a biting retort when Amelia whimpered and three pairs of eyes landed on her.
"Mattie?" She warbled and he straightened up, lossing the scary scowl on his face, "What's going on?"
"Nothing," he glared at the others, "They're just leaving."
"No we're not," Lukas declared, "We're taking Amelia with us.' Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.
"NO!" she sprinted towards Matthias and he reached out to catch her in mid jump but she was snatched out of the air by Lukas. He held her firmly to his side as she shriekd and thrashed about.
"GET OFF OF ME!"
"NORGE!" Matthias lunged forward only to be restained by Berwald who restrained his arms.
"Denmark, you know you can't possibly raise her, she has to return to her original age." Norway stated firmly, striving to hold onto a squirming Amelia.
"MATTIE!" she cried, "HELP ME!" Matthias struggled against an impossibly strong Berwald and stared at Lukas with desperation.
"NORWAY, PUT HER DOWN!" He demanded. Lukas shook his head and readjusted his grip.
"Mattie," all men stopped moving as Amelia stared into Matthia's bright blue eyes, "What's happening?"
"Don't worry," he said, "Everything's going to be fine." His eyes flicked up to a stoic Norway. "Put her down." He growled and both nations were reminded of his glory days when he had conquered both of them.
"No, you know that Amelia must be returned to her original body," Denmark took a deep breath.
"PUT. HER. DOWN." Norway moved to pass him but Amelia began shrieking and trashing.
"MATTIE, HELP ME!" She wailed again, biting down on Norway's arm at the same time Denmark slammed the back of his head into Sweden's jaw. Both were realeased and Matthias swept a sobbing Amelia into his arms. He covered her face protectivly, glaring at the two, wishing his axe was next to him.
"Yeh can't keep her," rumbled Sweden, wiping blood off his mouth, "you know that." Denmark glanced down to a tearful Amelia who stared up at him, body quivering with fear.
"Let me say goodbye," he said, after a moment of silence.
'Whaaa?" her mouth popped open and she began to sob into his jacket, "Y-you p-promised me!"
Matthias rubbed her back while fighting back tears himself, "I know, but i can't keep that promise."
'W-why," she slammed her fist into his chest, "W-hy M-Mattie? I-I t-trusted y-you."
Denmark swallowed hard, fighting down a lump in his throat.
"I'll come for you soon, I swear it."
"B-but y-you t-told me-e you n-never s-send m-m-e-e away!"
He leaned her away from his chest and rubbed away her tears with his thumb, "You'll see me soon."
"I-I d-don't w-want to go,' she cried, burying her face into his neck, " I wanna stay here with you." Denmark closed his eyes and hugged her tenderly. "I-I love you, M-Mattie. You were the big brother I never got to have."
Denmark hardened his heart as he passed the sobbing child to Norway and it was only when he heard the car back out of the driveway did he allow the tears to slid down his face.
"I love you too Amelia."