Denmark groaned as he lazily opened his eyes. There was a loud banging in his head, and he could hear his own heart beats, they sent waves of pain through his head, making him groan louder in pain.

He felt something on his cheek, a hand. He tried to turn his head to see whose hand it was, but had to stop when he felt the banging pain flow back over him again. It took him a while to understand that he was leaning back on a sleeping Sweden and that the Swede was holding him in his arms, but when he realized, he thought no more of it and tried to go back to sleep.

No matter how much he tried though, he couldn't do it. He felt tired, but the only thing he managed to do was to try to remember why he was leaning against Sweden. At the same time he was starting to get really cold, where was his clothes?

He opened his eyes again, groaning when the sharp light hit his eyes. He remembered the location; he had been there earlier, for some kind of a talk. He looked a bit more around, seeing his own clothes, they lay scattered all around the place together with Sweden's… they looked frozen for some reason, like they had been… wet.

At the moment Denmark thought of it, every detail of what had happened earlier came flowing back to him. He had fallen through the ice, and down in the cold ice water. At the realization his eyes widen and he cringed at the memory. So the reason why Sweden was holding him was because he had found him? Denmark remembered fighting the streams, but getting hit with something that took the breath away from him. He remembered finding the cold comforting and he remembered glancing up at the surface and letting the darkness surround him.

Had he passed out?

Maybe it wasn't the darkness that had surrounded him? Maybe it was Sweden that had pulled him out of the river?

He sneezed because of the cold and felt the pain hit him. Why was his head hurting so much anyway?

He closed his eyes again and leaned back; burrowing himself down in the furs that Sweden had covered them with. Had Sweden forgiven him for what he had said before he left and went towards the iced river? All kinds of questions started to fill his head, but then a particularly big question came to his mind… did Sweden even know he was alive? If he had passed out, then the chance was that Sweden had tried to find his pulse.

Yeah, Sweden was a smart guy. He had to know, why would he try to keep him warm otherwise?

Denmark sneezed again and groaned in pain. It might have been that that little swimming trip of his had served him a good old fashioned cold, he told himself.

Looking at the frozen clothes Denmark wondered if Sweden had thought of them at all. Were they just going to lay there? Wasn't it better if the clothes were dry just as the furs and blankets? He felt Sweden sift a bit, and then decided that he would surprise the Swede. If he had dried their clothes then he couldn't be mad at him, right?

Quietly wrapping himself into a blanket and standing up he tucked Sweden into the remaining furs and blankets. Standing up sent numerous waves of pain through his head and of course, cold to his feet, but fighting a cold with warmth was the best way he knew of.

Denmark tiptoed towards the out burned fireplace that Sweden probably had used a couple of times before, and searched for some wood. It was weird that Sweden hadn't waked up yet because as cold as it was, Denmark wasn't exactly quiet when he tiptoed on the snow in his search for something that could be used as material for a fire.

Later when he had found material and made the fire, he hung the deep frozen clothes over it on a stick. He sat down on a log and tucked himself down in the blanket once again, sneezing every now and then.

After a while of thinking, he looked back at Sweden who was still steadily in sleep. He smiled. It was almost funny how Sweden could be so strict and bossy sometimes, but how he now had the most relaxed expression a person could have… it was almost cute… almost.

As the fire warmed him and the clothes, he couldn't stop thinking of what had happened. If Sweden hadn't found him then he could have been dead… dead and maybe never found, rotting at the bottom of the deep river. Denmark shivered at the thought, feeling uncomfortable thinking about the river.

He sighted and put some more wood onto the fire and sat back, listening to the silence.

Few moments later he heard Sweden sift and then groan. He smiled as he thought it was about time the Swede woke up. He covered himself a bit more with the blanket and looked towards the drying clothes. Touching the fabric and getting to the conclusion that the clothes were dry, he those'd Sweden's pants over to him.

He tried to be serious, not wanting to make Sweden angrier at him if he still was, but, when he turned around though, he couldn't help but to laugh. He found Sweden's surprised expression hilarious, and he found it even more hilarious when he saw Sweden's gaze go from him to the pants lying on top of him, and then back to him again.

He grinned widely and tried to stop laughing, as the laughing was making his headache worse, but he didn't quite manage to do so.

"I dried the clothes" he muttered, chuckling a bit at the end of the sentence.

"You… you're awake?"

"No, I'm sleep walking…" Denmark answered.

He snickered at his own answer as he saw Sweden's expression change from surprised to a bit more relaxed, then he went back to looking at the fire. He continued chuckling as he wondered if he was ever going to understand that guy. He sighted, at least it looked like he wasn't mad at him for that argue anymore.

As the seconds passed and Denmark managed to stop laughing he heard Sweden stand up and take on his pants. Later he saw in the corner of his eyes that he sat down on the log next to him. He saw Sweden stare at the fire, mouth slightly open like he was about to say something, but before he let him talk he interrupted him.

"You saved me from the river…" he started. He looked at Sweden who was still looking at the fire without saying anything.

"…I just wanted to say thank you for doing that"

He paused for a while, thinking. He felt like he could never really do something as great for Sweden in return, but saying thank you was at least something he could do. He smiled.

"But I must say though, you did a shitty job with drying the clothes"

Sweden smiled at the comment.

"Well, I didn't exactly think of that…" He answered. He looked at Denmark with wonder. He just couldn't believe it. He perfectly knew he wasn't dreaming, but Denmark had been dead and that he was alive now wasn't normal. He didn't complain about it, he was more relived and happy than he had ever been to know that someone wasn't dead. But did Denmark know? And if he didn't… should he know? This was all more than just a bit strange to him, but he tried his best to hide his thoughts.

He walked over to the furs and brought some of them back to the fire, handing a few of them over to Denmark who smiled at the gesture.

He sat down and stared at the fire in silence again. Maybe he had been wrong? Maybe his own brain had tricked him? He had jumped down in the cold water too; maybe the cold had made him less observant? Sweden thought about it for a while, replaying the scenario over and over in his head, but no matter how much he tried, it didn't make sense.

His thoughts were irrupted by a soft sneeze and he turned towards Denmark who was covering himself in the furs. He was obviously cold. Sweden furrowed his eyebrows, last night he hadn't been just cold, he had been as cold as the snow.

"What do you remember from last night?" he asked.

Denmark turned towards him as he thought through the memory, humming as he did. "I remember everything, I think… but I guess you mean from when I was under the ice, am I right?"

"yeah, that was what I meant"

"Well I remember that something just knocked the breath out of me when I was fighting the streams, I mean who knows what kinds of things that can be down there …" Denmark started. He made a disgusted expression as he spoke, like he was disgusted with the river... or afraid of it. He shivered, and then he continued.

"I remember that when I thought I was going to die I just found it okay and thought the cold was comforting… I was lucky that you saved me tough because I was just about passing out when I think I saw you"

'Or dying' Sweden thought to himself. He sighted, maybe there was things that they didn't know about themselves yet? They as living nations hadn't exactly been following the laws of nature by never aging… maybe that meant that they couldn't stay dead?

He looked at Denmark in relief.

"How do you feel?"

"My head hurts a bit… I think I'm getting a cold." Denmark chuckled as he answered. Sweden nodded in agreement. A headache could be caused by being dead too, he presumed.

"Well you do look a bit shitty" he said jokingly.

"You're such a dick Sweden, you know that" Denmark replied, playfully punching Sweden's shoulder. They both laughed a bit, and then they both stared at the fire once again.

After a few seconds, Denmark decided to break the silence again.

"Hey Sweden, I'm sorry for that argument… do you forgive me?"

Sweden looked back at Denmark. Of course he forgave him, he was just happy to see him alive! He felt like he could cry because of happiness, and it had just been a stupid argument anyway. The biggest concern of his now was if he should tell Denmark that he had been dead or not.

He looked back at the fire. Denmark was already sick, and it showed on him. Maybe it was for the better if he let him know later when it was more suited to tell him he had been dead.

He sighted as he felt like he could break out in tears at any moment out of relief, and finally pulled Denmark into a hug. The memory of the argument was replaced by the joy of knowing his friend wasn't dead anymore. No matter how bad a stupid fight could get, he would always be grateful for having Denmark alive instead of dead, and nothing could ever change that, nothing.

"Don't worry, it's already forgotten" he said quietly, smiling.

MERRY CHRISTMAS people and a happy new year!

ugh, I feel like this was so sweet it became sticky (P.S this is like the end of the story)

A tiny thingy! I just have this theory of mine that the nations of SATW can't die either (like in Hetalia, like if they do die they come back to living again, but how long it takes them depends on how bad the cause of death is and so on) but they didn't know it the first time they died that they would come back to living so everyone would be sad because they thought that their friend had died (Something around there) and that theory evolved into this fan-fiction.

So this is shit, I know, but I still love reviews and feedback so please review, please, please, please!

Love ya!