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"Its ready."

It was two days later and the three magic trio were gathered around a small purple vial of serum. All three looked haggard and sleepy having spent every waking moment of the last two days working on the potion.

"When can we administer it?" Wondered Romania, eye dropping.

"Whenever," England replied, both glanced at Norway. The Norwiegians shoulders were slumped ever so slightly and not only did he look pale he look miserable. As much as the emotionless man could manage leastways.

"Give it here." Romania handed him the vial and the Nordic nation turned on his heel and left.

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"Papa, Papa," Amelia tackled Denmark's legs and tugged on his clothes, "come look, there's a unicorn in the garden!" Denmark steadied himself, glancing down at his daughter who had appropriated his little black hat.

"A unicorn?" He met Scotland's gaze, "Really? Are you sure?"

"I'm positive Papa, it's pretty and white and has a long horn. Come on!" Amelia proceeded to grab the edge of his coat, pulling him towards the back door, "before it gets away!"

"Alright, alright I'm coming." Small footsteps came down the stairs and Norway made his appearance, "come one Norge, there's a unicorn in the garden. Let's go look." The Dane flashed a blinding smile similar to the innocent grin Amelia was giving.

"A unicorn," Norway tilted his head to the side, "Are you sure?"

"URGG," Amelia huffed and stamped her foot, "I'm positive Mama, come look before it leaves. " As she scampered toward the back door the little American completely missed the conversation the took place between the two nation with their eyes.

"The potion is ready."

"Ok.. are you feeling alright?"

"No."

"can we have just one more day?"

"…..sure, but we'll give it to her in the morning."

"Mama, Papa, come on!" Denmark sighed as Norway pulled on a coat and together they trudged to Amelia who was hopping from foot to foot.

"Shhh, we don't want to scare it," she whispered and led them in silence into the maze of dead flowers. Putting a pink finger to her lips she gestured toward a large bush. Denmark saw nothing, Norway saw the unicorn. It was massive, easily 16 hand tall and pure white. It chewed slowly on a few of the leaves and glanced over at the three people with doleful brown eyes.

Amelia tugged on Norway's jacket, "Isn't it pretty Mama?" She leaned against his legs, eye shining with excitement at the sight of the brilliant creature. Norway nodded, finding his throat clogged with an unusual amount of emotion. "Papa." Denmark glanced down, "Do you see it?"

His throat also clogged he could only shake his head.

"Why not Papa," Amelia's lip trembled and she clutched tighter to Norway's leg, "Is something wrong?"

"I don't know," he chest swelled with pride when his voice didn't quiver, "some people can't see stuff like that."

"Give me your hand Papa," he looked to see Amelia holding out a small hand to him with a big smile, "let me be your eyes. " Blinking he let his large, calloused hand envelope hers. The moment his fingers closed around her hand a large white unicorn appeared in his vision. He blinked.

It was still there. Blinking again he rubbed his eyes and looked. The unicorn was still there, staring at the three before turning away and ambling off.

"What?" He turned astonished cornflower blue eyes on Norway.

"Idiot, that was a unicorn."

"…what. How did I see that?" Amelia ran over to examine the tracks left by the beast. Leaving the two nations to talk.

"Amelia let you see through her eyes. It's a magic power only innocent children can really manage. I don't know how to do it. It's a magic they have for a while until they ignore it or it becomes sullied. The power of innocence and love."

"Ah." With great reluctance Norway entangled his fingers with Denmark's glaring at a dead rosebush when Denmark turned to look. "I love ya Norge." The taller man swooped down to plant a sweet kiss on Norway's forehead.

"Eww, kissing!" Amelia was giggling a few feet away, pointing at them.

"you think that's gross?" The Dane raised an eyebrow.

'Yep." She giggled and shrieked when Denmark snatched her into his arms.

"Kisses for everyone!" He cried before giving her a sloppy kiss on the cheeks as she proteseted in his arms.

"EWWWW! MAMA, HELP ME!" Amelia whined as Papa continued to kiss her chubby cheeks over and over again. Norway shook his head before snatching her out of the stunned Danes arms before giving her a big kiss himself, despite his red ears.

"Awwww," Cooed Denmark and Amelia squealed in agreement before throwing her arms around Norway's neck and giving him a kiss of her own.

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It was late in the evening when the little family finally calmed down a bit. Amelia was dressed in her pajamas, fresh from a bubble bath that she splashed over most to the bathroom while cuddled on Denmark's lap. He was reading her a story, an English version the The Little Prince.

"That's as far as I'm going to read to you tonight, okay?" He set the book aside and wrapped her up in his arms.

"Okay, Papa." Amelia buried her messy head into his chest, listening to his heartbeat, "What's your heart saying today?"

"It's telling me just how much I love you." He nuzzled the top of her head, breathing the orange scented shampoo she used, "Have I ever told you how much I love you Amelia?"

"Not really," the girl hugged him closer, "I love you Papa."

They didn't move for a while, simply content with each other company. Amelia grateful for the warmth offered by her adopted father. The two stared into the blazing fire while Scotland, England, Bulgaria and Romania poked their heads around the corner to watch the adorable scene.

Denmark absently brushed her hair with his fingers while humming softly under his breath. Amelia fiddled with the buttons on his black trench coat while humming out of tune herself. Eventually her head began to droop and she fell under the spell of Denmark's comfort and warmth.

"Who's the cutest little bunny in the world?" He asked, not noticing that Norway was taking pictures and Romania recording.

"I am Papa."

"And who loves you most?"

"You do Papa." Amelia's head dropped to his chest and she closed her eyes.

"Don't ever forget it missy," he kissed her nose as her gentle snores drifted to his ears. Standing up he settled Amelia in his arms and rested her head on his shoulders. Denmark turned just in time to see five heads disappear around the corner.

"Norge," Norway poked his head around the corner, secretly handing his camera off to Romania, "Amelia's going to sleep with us okay?"

Norway nodded and disappeared to get ready for bed.

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All three of them in the bed might have been cramped if Norway wasn't so comfortable. Amelia was curled up in between them while Denmark had pulled Norway to his chest. Norway sighed as they snored rather loudly.

"I love you." He murmured, kissing the Dane first on the lips before brushing a sweet one on Amelia's round cheek then he settled down to sleep, completely missing Denmark's triumphant smirk.

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All seven were gathered around the breakfast table. Amelia in an unusually good mood when she woke up to find herself snuggling in between her Mama and Papa.

"Amelia," All eyes turned to Norway, "Drink this." With a firm hand he settled a mug of pink liquid in front of her.

"What is it?" She asked, picking up the mug and swirling it about.

"Vitamans." Amelia didn't notice the adults tense as she lifted the cup and drained it in a single gulp

"It tastes funny," she muttered before collapsing sideways onto the floor.

"I'll take her up to her room." The powerful Dane picked the little girl from the ground and disappeared up the stairs, sniffling quietly.

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"Norge, its been five hours."

"Yes."

"How long with this take?"

"As long as it needs."

THUMP THUMP, All heads turned to see a teenaged Amelia come stumbling to the stairs looking confused.

"Scotland? England? Romania and Bulgaira? What's going on?" She turned bright blue eyes on Norway and Denmark who tensed, "Who are you?"