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Denmark frowned as he listened to his boss talk and yell at him. It wasn't often he was overwhelmed with paperwork but it happened. His boss was ordering him to go to the office. Who knew how long that would take? He nodded and agreed to come in tomorrow but once he hung up the phone he was met with a problem.
Who would watch Amelia? He mused on this question and made his way to the living room to see said child building a fort from the couch cushions.
"Papa? Are you okay?" He abandoned her fort to go running up to him.
"Yeah," he said absently. Denmark crouched down and ruffled her hair, "but we have a problem." Once he explained the situation Amelia frowned, "What about Tino, can't he watch me?" Denmark watched her pace up and down the living room, fort abandoned, "I don't know very many people, do you know anyone?"
"Tino's busy with his own work, I know someone but you won't like it," She sat down next to her stuffed moose and patted its head, giving him silent permission to continue, "Lukas." Her reaction was as predicted. Her eyes went wide and her mouth flopped around for a moment, trying to find words until she began doing a splendid imitation of a banshee.
"BUT LUKAS TRIED TO TAKE ME AWAY! HE MIGHT DO IT AGAIN! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME WITH HIM!"
"Amelia," he waved his arms around, trying to calm the hysterical child, "please clam down." She took several deep breaths and nodded, still quaking in fear. "Look, I know that if he does agree to it then he won't try anything like that. He was just trying to do the right thing but he was wrong. Please don't freak out," he said as she opened her mouth to object, "Everything will be fine, promise." Amelia looked miserable but nodded. "Let me give him a call."
It took only a moment for Denmark to confirm with a very disgruntled Norway that he would come to watch Amelia but when he reentered the living room he shook his head. Amelia had her hands clasped together and her eyes were screwed tightly shut her lips moved as she said a silent prayer.
"What did you promise God if Lukas couldn't come to watch you?" He asked, more than a little amused.
"To stop sneaking extra pieces of pear out of snacktime," she mumbled and he chuckled as her eyes shot open, "You didn't hear that!"
"Yes I did," he rocked back on his heels and hoisted her into his arms, "That's whose been raiding the fridge, I thought I was giving you too much at snacktime." Amelia looked appropriately shame faced and he sighed. "Sorry to disappoint you but Lukas is coming over first thing in the morning,' she buried her face into his shoulder, "It'll be fine, don't worry."
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"Okay Norge," Denmark shrugged a heavy coat and handed him a page of numbers, "here are emergency numbers, if anything happens get her to safety first and then call me." Norway glanced at the page and sighed.
"Now, snacktimes are at 11 and 4, don't give her anything filling. Amelia really likes pears so just give her a few slices of that okay? I found out yesterday that she likes sneaking extra pieces out of the fridge, if you catch her at that five minutes in time out should be fine. Now, don't forget that lunch should be served at noon and dinner at six or seven. Bedtime is at 8:30, she likes to stall so be careful. Don't let her get horribly dirty please but if she jumps in mud give her a bath okay? Don't use my shampoo because it stings her eyes and please switch out the laundry. If she goes outside keep an eye on her, she likes running around and getting lost. Amelia doesn't typically take naps but she might out of whim," Norway listened with growing disbelief as the Dane continued to talk.
"Alright idiot, is there anything else?" Denmark nodded.
"If you go to the park stay at her side, she keeps getting in fights with the boys there. If she does just call me and I'll take care of it. Also, you scare her so please don't do anything to freak her out, if she gets upset she'll probably hide in the linen closet" Norway nodded as Denmark turned toward the staircase, "Amelia, are you going to say good bye?"
Amelia hurtled down the stairs and jumped into his arms, "Why do you have to go Papa," she demanded and Lukas averted his eyes from the curiously domestic scene. Denmark spoke for a few minutes before they reached an agreement and he set her down.
"Behave for Lukas okay?" He ruffled her hair as she sighed miserably, "I'll be back late so go to bed on time?" Amelia nodded and she and Norway watched as Denmark got into his car, backed out of the driveway and roared off.
Amelia trudged back inside, sighed and flopped onto the couch, all the while watching Norway carefully. He nodded to her and proceeded to the kitchen, it was early and he wanted coffee.
It took twenty minutes of fruitless searching before he gave up on finding the proper kind of coffee. He frowned but said nothing and instead went off in search of Amelia, who was reading quietly in her fort of cushions.
"Amelia," his lips twitched in amusement as her head popped out a hole in the top, she cocked her head, waiting, "Do you know if Mathias has coffee?"
She shook her head, "Papa doesn't drink a lot, he prefers lots of water in the morning, I like hot chocolate." Norway nodded and her head disappeared.
"Amelia," her head reappeared, 'Get your coat; we're going to the store to get coffee." She nodded and disappeared again, she reappeared and ran by him to get her coat from the coat closet but Norway stopped her. He knelt in front of her frown, she look nervous and shied away from his hand as he touched a few stray locks of hair.
"You need your hair brushed," Amelia pushed his hand away and tried to skirt around.
"Papa says my hair looks good like this," Norway picked her up and ignored her squirming protests.
"Its looks tangled, hold still and let me brush it out." He set her down on the kitchen table chairs and once he got back from Denmark's room Amelia was nowhere to be seen.
"Amelia, where are you?" He stood still, ignoring his fairy's giggle as he strove to find the little humans position. "Come here Amelia," he grumbled a bit before beginning a thorough search of the house.
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An hour later he sat down at the kitchen table, staring at the hairbrush frowning ever so slightly.
"Alright Amelia, you win, I won't brush your hair." To his surprise one of the cabinets slammed open and several pots and pans clattered to the ground as Amelia crawled out, hair messier than ever looking triumphant.
" HA HA!" She danced around the table giggled, "I have UMPH!" Amelia wailed in surprise as Norway yanked her into his arms. "PUT ME DOWN!"
"Amelia," he said sternly, definitely not in the mood to argue with a little human, "unless you want me to apply this brush to your bottom, let me brush your hair."
"You wouldn't dare." Her voice was hushed and all movement ceased.
"That's what you think," he said and after a short silence she sighed.
"Fine," He settled her on his lap and proceeded with the painful process of straightening her blond locks.
Twenty minutes later Amelia whined as Norway managed to finally untangle the last knot.
"Ouch," she sniffed and shook her sensitive scalp, "that hurt."
Norway set the brush aside and began to gently massage her head with his fingertips, "I can't believe he let it get that bad." Amelia shrugged, "Now lets go get that coffee."
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Considering the face Amelia didn't much like her babysitter for the day she was very well behaved. As Norway held the basket and examined all of the different coffees available Amelia stayed at his side. She shuffled her feet, obviously bored but Norway couldn't help but admire her coat, it was cute.
"Oh, its you again," a young boys nasty sneer filled the aisle and Norway glanced sharply over, who was he?
"Your coat is stupid," he stuck his tongue out at Amelia who looked away, "who is this? Your mom? He looks stupid, I can't believe you have two dads, homo." He poked Amelia's arm several times and she shuffled away.
"Go away," Norway ordered harshly and the boy gasped before running off in fear. Carefully Norway swung the young American into his arm and she buried her face into his shoulder, ignoring the fact she couldn't stand him for the moment. With one hand supporting Amelia he grabbed the shopping basket and tossed the coffee into it and slipped in some hot cocoa. He checked out quickly, still holding Amelia who said nothing but if the warm, wet spot on his shoulder was anything to go by she had quite the story to tell.
The walk home was quick and he stopped by at the bakery to grab two chocolate pastries before continued back to the house. Amelia hadn't moved much, in fact she seemed asleep but the moment he opened the front door she leapt from his arms and ran up the staircase, disappearing around the corner.
Norway sighed and deposited the two bags on the table before following her.
"Amelia," he sat cross legged outside the slightly ajar linen room door, "What's wrong?" He could hear her crying but what she was saying didn't make much sense. She had a really bad stutter. Slowly Norway opened the door and peeked in. Amelia was surrounded by a nest of sheets, crying into her hands, still wearing that bunny eared coat she looked like a distressed cartoon character.
"W-why d-doesn-n't anyone l-like m-me?" She wailed, "I-I d –don't u-unders-stand!"
"I don't know what you mean, I like you, Papa likes you. Tino likes you and so does Berwald, are a very well liked child."
"B-but n-no-one want-ted to-o a-adopt me! I-I f-found P-Papa by a-accident. A-and you t-tied t-to t-ake me from him!" She howled into the sheets and Norway flinched. Child snot all over those clean sheets he'd have to do more than one load of laundry.
"I made a mistake Amelia. And who cares if that boy doesn't like you, does he matter?" She stopped crying long enough to shake her head, "then his opinion doesn't matter." It was silent for several minutes while she thought over his words
"O-okay," she squeaked as he plucked her from the soggy blankets.
"You're getting snot everywhere," he deadpanned, putting her on his hip and carrying her to the kitchen, "lets get you cleaned up." Amelia began chuckling and, concerned for the fact her emotions just did a huge turnaround and her brain he glanced down.
"He might have been a jerk but he was right about one thing."
Norway rung out a papertowl and cleaned off her face, "Oh?"
"You really are a Mama!"
"AMELIA!" He yelled in outrage but she was already gone, racing into the garden with an enraged Norwegian on her heels.
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The rest of the day passed normally, if you count Amelia addressing Norway as Mama normal but by the time it was bed time she was tuckered out.
As he tucked the blankets around Amelia and her moose she put a hand over his, "Tell me a story Mama?" She asked sleepily and Norway blushed in the dark.
"Ahem," he cleared his throat, "there once was a Baby troll named Amelia, she did not go to bed when Papa and Mama Troll said to so the Troll hunter carried her off." She giggled and taking that cue felt promptly asleep.
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It was easily ten when Denmark came through the door looking tired but pleased.
"Amelia?"
"Fell asleep two and half hours ago, kept calling me Mama." As Norway recounted the days events Denmark scarfed down some of the lukewarm food that Norway and Amelia had saved him.
"That's funny," Denmark took a swig of beer and glanced at a blushing Norway, "Little girls need both Papa and Mama."
"Not this one," Norway looked away.
Denmark stood up and went to the living room, Norway following him, "Sure she does. You know I'm still hungry."
"Then go eat some more," Norway picked up his book, only to find himself pinned to the couch under the weight of Denmark.
"I was thinking," the Dane purred, "more like desert."
"Amelia," Norway began as Denmark began to unbutton his shirt.
"She sleeps very, very, very, very deeply," he chuckled and began kissing Norway, "She won't hear Mama and Papa tonight."
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