Hi guys! I feel a little bad for making you all wait a little long for this one.. but I had to make sure it was up to scratch. This chap is a bit of a filler and I promise things will start moving in the next! Um, I'm pretty proud of this chapter and so far it's been my favourite to write. I like going into the characters mind and describing complex emotions... yeah that sounded more normal in my head XD Anyway, blame my English teacher for getting me in the mood to write. Enjoy! Translations at the bottom.

I am a female, therefore, not Hidekaz Himaruya, therefore, not owning Hetalia. However, I do own my OC Sardinia. (to be honest I don't like it when people put OC's into stores but I felt as if it was really necessary to have her type of personality in here).


The way Hong Kong looked at it, one of two things could be on the other side of that door. One of which could be a furious China, followed by the rest of his family. What would he say to them? How would he explain their situation? China would not be impressed, then again, he rarely is, Hong Kong could clearly picture in his mind China's dissaproving expression; his mouth set in a firm line and his brow furrowed. He knew that face all to well. South Korea and Thailand will see it as an excuse to party, turning the whole thing into a elaborate celebration of craziness, which wasn't always a bad thing. Taiwan wouldn't be happy that she wasn't invited to the ceremony, her sisterly side kicking in, even though it wasn't much of one. She hated to miss things like that. Hong Kong could still remember how excited she had been when he told her about her and Iceland.

Or... Norway and the rest of Iceland's Nordic family could be there... Including Sealand because he just randomly shows up from time to time, no explaination needed. That's just how he rolls. In all honesty Hong Kong doesn't mind Norway. He isn't loud, like other certain countires and is well mannered. If it wasn't for the fact that he and Iceland were, well, married and such, they probably would've gotten along quite well. Even Iceland agrees, seeing similarities between the two from time to time. Except Hong kong can't see faeries and isn't over-protective and most likley on the verge of being a sociopath...

He opened the door, expecting the worst like a gigantic fire-breathing dragon or an army of trolls but was instead greeted by a wide maniac grin smiling down on him, followed by a loud and excited accented voice. "Hej! Long time no see!"

Hong kong was a little surprised to see Denmark at the door- by himself. He was partly familiar with the older nation and wondered if this was better or worse than of what, or who, he originally thought was going to be standing there. "Uh, hey there. Wasn't expecting you..."

Denmark let himself in, walking past Hong kong and soon made his was to the bar, of course, where Iceland and Sardinia were standing. "Lemme guess, you were expecting Norge or China or somthing equally scary?"

"Something like that..." Iceland muttered, crossing his arms being joined by Hong kong after her closed the door.

Denmark walked behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of Ichnussa. "No, no, make yourself at home," Sardinia said sarcastically, rolling her eyes before she notice the beverage that was taken. "Hey! Don't drink all my Ichnussa you bastard!" She said, placing her hands on her hips.

Denmark looked from the bottle, to Sardinia then back to the bottle. "Beer is beer and I like beer so... you see what I'm getting at?"

"Yeah but... that's my beer! Do you have any idea how much it costs to import that here? Oh what's the point... You owe me." Sardinia said, throwing her hands up, giving up on reasoning with the maniac Dane.

Denmark took a sip of it and after a moment, grimced down at the bottle. "This stuff tastes like ass! How do you even drink this?" Denmark, as usual, was oblivious to the angry reaction he provoked in Sardinia. It wasn't the first time he had pissed her off, as many occurances in the past that included Viking raids of her island and such were the leading cause. However, in his defence, she is very hot-headed.

"Ghíte?"

Before Sardinia could outwardly express her rage right at that moment, Iceland stepped in and diverted both nations attention to him, breaking up what could've resulted in Sardinia's steel-capped boots making good friends with Denmark's vital regions in a very painful way. "What are you doing here anyway? And where is everyone else?"

"Oh yeah! I came to warn you of the shitstorm of people coming this way. Oh, and I kinda lost Norge at the m&m shop." With that, Denmark turned back to Sardinia, who had not quite calmed down yet after her national beer was insulted along with her pride, directing his question at her. "You got enough booze to supply for this shindig?"

"If you would stop drinking my 'ass' beer then I might." She snapped back, glaring at the tall blonde nation with her hands firmly planted on her hips. Denmark just laughed it off shaking his head, causing his wayward hair to shake along with it.

"Wait..." Iceland said, interupting their banter, drawing attention to a slightly more important topic than 'ass beer', even as interesting as it sounds. "How the hell did you manage to lose Norway?" Iceland knows his brother very well, and he knows that he isn't stupid enough to get lost at a candy shop. There must be an alternative motive. Either that or Denmark is just rubbing off on Norway.

"Wouldn't it be the other way around?" Said Hong Kong, voiceing his thoughts out loud, sharing the same thought with Iceland who nodded in agreement. Getting left behind in a candy shop, or any shop for that matter, sounded like somthing that would happen on Denmark's account, not the other way round.

Denmark just shrugged his shoulders, thinking back to when Norway and himself got here, then Norway wanting to go in there. "Who knows. One minute he was next to me, the next, he wasn't. Simple as that." He nonchalantly ran a hand through his tousled golden hair and took another sip of the tipid drink that was starting to taste less like ass now that he got used to it. He wouldn't admit it out loud but the drink in itself wasn't all bad, it's just that some of Sardinia's other national foods don't exactly sound or look 'appetizing'. Take cheese with maggots in it for example... Mmm, delicious.

"Hold up a sec, when you said 'shitstorm of people', what exactly did you meen by that?" Hong kong inquired, not really understanding if Denmark was simply exaggerating or if he meant it literally. Under most circumstances, Denmark usually bragged a little to breathe a bit of life into a normally dead story. It's what makes him a great storyteller, his words acting as a key to a whole nother world of fantasy, carried out by his smooth voice.

"Let's see..." Denmark said, even though it was more like him thinking aloud. One would normally recommend him not to think incase he hurts himself but in actual fact, he isn't as thick as he let's on. "Who was coming..." He started to count on his fingers, tapping away at the long, pale digits but soon gave up as it was clear he didn't even have enough fingers to count them all on. So he just simply stated with a wide grin, "Everyone."

"Everyone?" Iceland asked, curious as to know who 'everyone' was. Did Denmark really mean everyone or was he merely exaggerating again? Why would every nation that attended the meeting show up? These thoughts curculated Iceland's mind, he was oblivious to that fact that a wedding equals a party, and a party is somthing you can crash (also a wicked excuse to get drunk). Therefore, much fun to be had. As long as certain frenchmen don't lose their garments.

"Everyone..." Hong kong breathed, saying it as if it confirmed Ice's question. Every nation, country, micronation and island that he could think of, showing up at a time like this at a place like this (not that it wasn't well kept or anything, infact, Sardinia's chapel was beautifully decorated and quite roomy). The thought seemed unrealistic, even though it was possible, as large parties among the cohort of countries and nations were quite frequent. But for a wedding? The last offcial wedding had been between Austria and Hungary, but that was was quite a while ago. Nations don't often get married 'traditionally' or in the human way. Most of them, take Denmark and Norway or Spain and Romano for example, just form strong and unbreakable relationships, which is almost like a marrige in itself, even if not in the traditional sense.

"Well... maybe not exactly everyone," Denmark said, shifting his weight from foot to foot and tipping his head to the side in thought. If he remembered correctly back to the meeting, no one besides himself and the rest of the Nordics and China and his family took much notice into Icelands and Hong Kong's dissapearance. It didn't stop America from chatting away about nothing or the flow of insults between France and England. But, if it wasn't for Sardinia sending a quick message out to everyone at the meeting about a party at her place, then no one would even bother showing up. "Wait..." Denmark said and turned to Iceland, suddenly remembering somthing while reminsing the meeting. "You should know better than to leave a world meeting! What if somthing important and life changing happend? Hm? That goes for you too, Hong kong." Denmark's parental and mature side was rare, but it was there.

Hong kong was suddenly reminded of China, from the way Denmark spoke. He felt a small twinge of guilt for not telling China of his where abouts. Surley he would be worried... then again he was always worried about Hong Kong. It was as if China still felt as if he needed to protect and look after him like he did before Hong kong lived with England, even though he could look after himself just fine. Maybe this would do the trick. Hong kong hoped that through his desicions that he made based on what he wanted and needed, China would be able to see that he is mature and capable of taking care of himself. But with saying that, he could also understand why China is a little over-protective of him, just like Norway is with Iceland. All China and Norway want is for their little brothers to be happy and safe.

Iceland thought for a moment, reviewing his best options in some kind of come back or response. "Well, did somthing important and life changing happen while we were gone? Hm?" He mimicked Denmarks voice a little at the end, adding emphesis on his statement.

"No.. It was pretty boring." Denmark said, losing an agument that was already won. All world meetings are the same. There's a group of people acting silly, a group who actually wants to acomplish somthing and the rest are just kicking back, or in Australia and New Zealands case, playing poker with Monaco. These meetings, however, are not all fun and games one hundred percent of the time. Topics to get discussed seriously and opinions are shared. Even if it takes a good solid 10 minutes of Germany yelling at everyone to shut up for this to happen. "You guys had the right thought, sneaking off, but why did you come here? Did someone get married?"

Ice, Hong Kong and Sardinia, who was curiosly watching with a beer in hand, all mentally face-palmed at the same time. It was almost audible. Even though Denmark did have streaks of intelligence buried within his brain, he wasn't exactly good at picking up little hints to lead him to the big picture. He hadn't quite put the peices together in his brain: the fact that both Hong kong and Iceland, who were in a serious relationship for a while, left the meeting to sneak off to Las Vegas, a city that was infamous for a number of things. Also that both young nations were dressed up, wearing rings and just happend to be in a chapel standing with a certified celebrant. Some people just don't pick up on things like this.

Sardinia, who was enjoying the show all to much, let out a chuckle behind her bottle as she brought it up to her lips. Watching how people that were much different than her interaccted was very amusing, and her blunt personality only added to the fun. "They got married, you idiot." She said, cracking a sly smile and nodded to Iceland and Hong Kong. "By none other than yours truley."

A deadly hush filled the room as Sardinia's words slowly sinked in to Denmark, his mind absorbing them like a sponge. He wasn't as uptight and over-protective as Norway was, but he was concerned for Iceland's future and cared about him, just as the other Nordics were. They were all like brothers, right from the start. They all grew up together. Even during the times where grusome wars were faught between Denmark and Sweden, they still cared for each other like a brother would, even if they didn't exactly show it at times. They were like a happy family, even if it didn't always feel that way. And maybe, just maybe, the reason that Denmark and Norway, especially Norway, were a little over-protective towards Iceland was because compared to them he was relitivly young. Could it be that they were worried that when Iceland started dating Hong Kong, he would forget about his family and grow distant from them? Well, they couldn't of been more wrong. As corny as it sounds, Iceland really did love Hong kong with all his heart and was willing to spend the rest of his life with him, but that didn't meen that he wanted to completly abandon his family. Iceland knows deep down, and he will probably never admit it aloud, that one day when he is much, much older, he will miss Norway pestering him to call him 'dear brother'. Realization hit Denmark over the head like a tower of falling bricks. All he wanted was for Iceland to be happy. If Hong kong made Iceland happy, then they can marry a miilion times if they want. In Denmark's perspective, if his family is content, so is he.

Iceland was anticipating Denmark's reaction. He didn't no what to expect, as the older nation was quite unpredictable, always managing to surprise others with his actions and 'levals of stupidity', according to Norway. Would he be angry? Happy? There was just no way of telling at this moment, as his handsome face had deep thought written all over it. Iceland watched, almost in amusment, as his expressionless face suddenly burst to life again, his features uplifting into a marvelous 100 watt smile. He extended his arms, engulfing Iceland in a gripping hug to show his delight, and ruffled his silver locks like he used to when Ice was just a small child. "Tillykke!" He said excitedly, accedently slipping into his native tounge, forgetting his other language for the moment.

Iceland wasn't one to give in to hugs, depending on who it was from of course, but this time was the exception. He stood there for a split second, not quite knowing how to react to the sudden excited out burst but soon enough found himself returning the gesture a light smile gracing his pale lips. "Þakka þér."

Denmark stepped out of the embrace and turned to Hong kong, attempting to star him down with his overwhelmingly vivid azure eyes meeting with his own pure chocolate brown eyes. Hong kong shrunk back a bit under his scrutinizing gaze before realizing Denmarks silent peels of laughter. He chuckled aloud and slung an arm around his shoulder, bringing him closer. "Nah, your alright Hong kong. I like you. You better treat him like the princess he is, 'kay? Welcome to the family."

'Welcome to the family...' The words echoed through his head and he couldn't help but smile his rare dazziling smile. He felt accepted, like he belonged. Never before had a member of Ice's family been so openly expressive towards him, and it was truly a great feeling to behold. He brushed his bangs to the side and looked up at Denmark, who was a good few inches taller than he was. "I'll be sure to do that." He said with a grin, ingnoring Iceland's complaints of being called a 'princess'. We all know it's true.

Sardinia watched the outward display of emotion, being reminded of what a loving family looks like. She drummed her fingers on the bottle she held in her hands, trying to remember the last time she hugged one of her brothers or hung out with Tunisia. She thought that in 1861, when she became unified with her brothers, that they would be close again like they were when Grandpa Rome adopted her. It didn't feel that way... they had grown apart. She began to forget what being part of a close family felt like, even though family was one of the most important aspects in her culture. Now days, she rarely see's Spain, who was like a father figure. Even if they were close to the same age. She was a lot older than she dared to admit. She was reminded of Tunisia, the two of them used to fight like cats and dogs back in the days of Carthage. Now, they were very close and only get into arguments on occasion, most of the time over soccer or somthing trivial like that. It's funny how people change... She thought to herself. Luckily, a soft tapping on the door distracted her from watching the scene play out before her, as she was growing bored of all this family love and affection. "I hate to break up your little... private party going on right now but I think there's someone at the door, and I have a pretty good idea who it is. Denmark, go answer it will you?"

"Huh? Why me?" Denmark whined a little, not really grasping what she was getting at. Why would he answer the door of someone else's place? Seemed kind of silly...

"Because, it's probably your beloved Norvegia or somthing. So go sweep him off his feet or whatever it is you do. I don't know." She said, useing her hands to gesture towards the door. She had a very strong inkling that tonight was going to be fun. Oh yes, very fun indeed.

"Do I get more of your beer?" Denmark asked, his voice becoming hopefull. He was starting to enjoy Ichnussa. Of course it wasn't the best he had ever had, but it will have to suffice for the night.

"Sure."

To be continued...


Translations:

Hej - hello (Danish)

Ichnussa - A traditional Sardinia beer. It's pretty good.

Ghíte - what (Sardinian)

The cheese with maggots that is mentioned is called Casu Marzu, and it really does have live maggots in it. I've had it before... but without the maggots. Ew. My culture is so weird I swear...

Tillykke - Congratulations (Danish)

Þakka þér - Thank you (Icelandic)

Norvegia - Norway (Italian)

Also, a million thanks to those who favourite/review/alert this story, it's what keeps me going :D

Oh, and I have a 'letters to Sardinia' going on... it would be awesome if you could send in a letter :3