Once Norway carried the screaming Amelia out of the house she stopped for a moment, staring at the retreating roof of Denmark's house before bursting into heart wrenching tears. As much as this was nessessary it pained him, she clearly loved that idiot dane. Amelia did not seek comfort or solace from either nations, she simply sat in Norway's arm and cried. Her face scrunched up and tears ran from her eyes as she shuddered from the sheer violence of the sobs. He ignored Sweden's accusatory gaze as he buckled the child up into his car.

"It had to be done," he muttered to himself, sliding in front of the wheel, "It had to be done."

No matter how many times he told himself it the miserable snuffles from Amelia kept that guilty feeling strong as ever. Sweden stared stoically ahead, Amelia would not want to see him and the fact he was terrifying would not help.

Amelia shuddered with another sob and hugged herself, trying desperately to calm down. It would not do to keep crying, Mattie told he it would make her sick. At the thought of her tall protector she burst into fresh tears.

Eventually she calmed down and fell into a miserable sleep, not caring where the big car was going. She only wanted to go home.

Finland was cheerfully reading an ancient document that told the world how he had killed hundreds of enemy soldiers when the door was slammed open. He moved into the living room and the site that meet him made him stop cold.

Sweden and Norway were quietly as a tear stained Amelia was draped across the Norwegian's shoulder. He didn't need to say anything, his eyes filled with cold fury and a murderous aura began to radiate from him and both nations turned. Sweden blinked several times and Norway looked like he wanted to run away.

"What have you done?" His tone was ice and he took a deep breath to steady himself. Berwald coughed and eased toward the door but stopped at Finland's livid gaze.

"Sit down, both of you."

They sat.

Amelia woke up stiff and uncomfortable, her eyes were salty and her whole body felt unhappy.

"Good morning!" She sat up slowly, remember everything that had happened yesterday in a flash. With tears gathered at the edge of her eyes she stared up into the violet eyes of Tino.

"There, there, don't cry." Amelia ignored him and burst into tears once again, she huddled under the blanket and sobbed into the couch cushions.

"Please don't cry Amelia I'll be taking you back to Mathias later today, okay," Tino sounded frantic and she popped up instantly, glaring at him.

"Promise?" Tino nodded and she scrambled down from the couch.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!"

"Slow down," Tino chuckled and grabbed her arms gently, "we need to eat first."

"Where did Lukas and Berwald go," she asked later, scarfing down several eggs for breakfast. Tino had his back turned so she didn't see the grin of pure evil, "Oh, they're around."

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It wasn't often Tino snapped but whenever it did happen all nations on the receiving end suffered greatly. Sweden growled past his gag and glanced up. His wrists were yanked above his head and shackled to a pipe above him. The slightly cracked Finn had stripped him of everything except his blue pants and black books and had tied him up in his basement. He glanced over at Norway who looked terrified, this was the first time Norway had been locked in Finland's basement.

Sweden sighed, whoever said Finland was the sweet wife everyone thought he was. Like most nations Finland had a dark side and his slightly psychotic basement was proof of that. He jangled his chains, his arms had gone numb awhile ago.

The door opened and Tino came skipping down the steps, his eyes glowing demonically. He stopped and stared at them, giggling.

"What am I going to do with you two," Norway tried to look bored but it wasn't working, "I know what I'm going to do with you," he trailed his fingers up Sweden's bare chest, winking suggestively, "but you." He turned to Norway. "I guess when this all over I'll give you over to Denmark." Norway's eyes widened and he shook his head.

"TINO," they heard Amelia bawl, "Lets GO!" Tino bounded up the stairs and disappeared.

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Mathias didn't feel like dragging himself around the house at all that day. As a nation he had suffered through many more traumatizing moments, none came to mind but he was sure that having a child torn from his arms was somewhere near the bottom.

He was lying to himself and he knew it, as he got the door a familiar car crunched into his diveway. The silver vehical had barely stopped when the back door slammed open to reveal a ruffled but beaming Amelia.

"MATTIE!" Said Dane dropped his mail into the snow in favor for sprinting the length of the walk and grabbing her into a massive hug. He felt tears drip onto his shirt and sighed, holding her closely, rubbing her back, "Never let me go," she muttered and he nodded, he didn't even notice he was crying.

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It was several days after Finland had returned Amelia and Denmark knew that his time with the little human had to end soon but he was determined to make it as fun as possible.

"Amelia," he barged into her room and she quickly hid what she was working on and looked up, "what are you doing?"

"Nothing," she blinked her eyes and he frowned.

"Right, but whatever, put your coat on, we're going to the park!" He walked over to her closet and pulled down her newly cleaned parka, "I know it's cold but we're going to have fun today!"

"Can we build a snowman?" Amelia scrambled over to him and began pulling on her boots.

"Of course!"

Twenty minutes later

The air was frigid, no surprise but the park was full of half formed, and various snow creations. Amelia's and Mathias's snowman was the best, or so Amelia thought.

"Your snowman look stupid!" She whipped around and glared at the boy who sneered at her. She glanced over to Mathias, he was chatting with several college girls all of whom were staring at him with open adoration.

"Go away," she said and he kicked snow at her.

"You're stupid, snowmen don't look like that," he scoffed and kicked at her snowman.

"Go away," this time she was more forceful, "and he's a Viking so shut up."

"No," the strange boy stuck out his tounge and kicked the snowman again, a good section of the snow collapsed off and Amelia stared in shock, "You're stupid, can't even build a snowman right."

Amelia saw red and before the boy could register what was going on she had tackled him to the snow.

Mathias heard shouting and glanced over and did a double take. Amelia was fighting viciously with a boy her age, kicking and shouting. They rolled over and over through the snow, yelling. Without even bothering to said goodbye to the girls he sprinted across the park to Amelia and her enemy.

For someone who had no real knowledge on fighting she was really good, he was honestly impressed.

But he had no time to think about that, with skills born from separating Iceland and his enemies he grabbed Amelia's waist and yanked her from the fray.

"STUPID JERK! BRIDE OF GRENDEL! DECENDENT OF CAIN, COMPANION OF LUCIFER!" Amelia ignored Mathias and continued to shout insults, all of which were impressive at the boy who had scrambled, crying, into his mother's arms.

"Amelia, clam down," Denmark tried to soothe her ruffled feathers but she was beyond furious.

"PUT ME DOWN WHILE I SEND THAT COWARD BACK TO HELL!"

After several minutes of grappling with a squirming Amelia he lost his patience, "AMELIA!" He barked and she finally stopped, "Calm down." At his firm tone the little person looked astonished,

"But Mattie! He was the one who,"

"I don't care," he cut her off smoothly, "We'll talk about it when we get home."

"But he was."

"Amelia," he raised an eyebrow and she went silent. He settled her on the ground and took her hand. Slowly they trudged back to the house, Amelia sniffed a few times but quickly wiped it away, as he opened the door he motioned for her to go to the living room.

He settled in his favorite armchair and examined his charge.

Amelia was seated on the couch, shuffling her feet nervously, glancing up every once in while twiddling her thumbs. It was silent and he let it drag on for several more moments before speaking.

"Amelia," she eyed him with trepidation, "What happened?" He listened to the torrent of words from her mouth and nodded when she finished with a huff.

"Okay," he leaned forward and clasped his hands together, "I know this boy wasn't nice to you but you should have come to me instead of fighting him like you did. Alright?" Amelia nodded miserably, trying hard to fight back tears. He opened his mouth to speak again but Denmark was cut off when the American took a running jump onto his lap.

"I-I'm s-sor-rry," she sobbed, grabbing his chest. She shook her heard several times and he sighed, gathering her up.

"Shh, shh," he hushed her, "everything's fine, stop crying." It took a while to calm her down but finally Amelia had stopped crying. "Oh you stilly munchkin," he ruffled her hair lovingly, "I love you."

Amelia blushed and hugged his chest, "I'm sorry."

"I know you are," his voice became stern, "but you're still in trouble." Her eyes went comically wide, "you've landed yourself a little time out." Amelia's face fell as he gently prodded her in the direction of the corner, "Come on, it's just for 15 minutes, you'll survive."

Sulking Amelia made her way over to the corner and crossed her arms as Denmark chuckled and moved into the kitchen, preparing a snack.

Later that night as Denmark was tucking Amelia into bed, tutting about the bruise that was forming along her jaw from where the boy had punched her Amelia dug her hand under the pillow and pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper.

"What's this?" He asked but she didn't answer, ducking her head shyly as he smoothed it out.

In sweet, childish scrawl in crayon Amelia had written a letter.

Dear Mattie,

You have been promoted from Big Brother to Pappa. If you want to be.

Amelia

His heart squeezed and he felt both ridiculously happy and miserable at the same time.

"Well," Amelia looked so hopeful it was painful Denmark snatched her into a massive hug.

"Of course I accept this promotion!" They both burst into laughter and Amelia kissed his cheek again and again.

"I have a Papa!" she squealed, hugged his neck painfully tight, "I have a PAPA!"

"Alright, Alright, we'll celebrate tomorrow," Denmark chuckled as Amelia waited breathlessly, "As my first order as Papa, I command you to go to bed. We have work to do tomorrow." Amelia didn't need a second telling, she dove under the cover and clenched eyes shut.

"I'm asleep," she giggled/whispered and Denmark planted a sweet kiss to her forehead.

"Good night, datter."

"Good night Far," she whispered and Denmark floated out of the room, too happy to think straight.

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So, do you guys want one more chapter of Papa Denmark fluff before I continue on with the story or should I go on with the story. As always, tell me what you thought in a review!