Denmark blearily opened his eyes to find Norway's furious face staring down at him. He tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't. He looked down at himself.

He had no idea how they had gotten in the position they were, or how their clothes had ended up where they were, but somehow his shirt had come off and gone across the room, while Wonderland's tank top had come off- where it was, he couldn't see. Her head rested on his chest and her arm was around him. Her leg was hitched up around his hip and her one hand was in his hair.

He raised a hand up and said, "It's not what you think."

Norway snorted. "Oh, so you didn't fuck the girl. Right, like I could believe that. Especially with your positions like that."

Denmark winced. Ok, so it did look like that had done something. But how was he supposed to convince Norway of their innocence?

Wonderland shifted above him, and he heard her yawn. Her eyes blearily blinked open and she looked up at him in confusion.

He smiled and said, "Hey."

She grinned. "Hey."

Norway cleared his throat in annoyance. Both Denmark and Wonderland looked at him. Wonderland frowned.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" She demanded, her english accent mixed with her grogginess making her words thick and a little hard to understand. Norway frowned.

"I could ask you the same thing. And why you're in bed with my boyfriend. I am Norway."

Recognition flooded Wonderland's eyes. "Ah. Now I understand. Denmark's told me about you before. Or was that Iceland? Gosh, I don't remember. It was such a long time ago. I do recognize the name though. Is it your birthday?"

Norway was startled. Many, many questions flooded his mind. How did she know his little brother and Denmark? And why hadn't Denmark told her much about him? When was the last time Denmark and Iceland had seen her? Why the hell was she asking if it was his birthday?

"This is obviously a lot to take in. Wonderland, go make some tea. I haven't changed where I keep it. It'll do you good. We'll explain everything to Norway after breakfast. Alright?" Denmark asked softly and cautiously.

Wonderland smiled and nodded. She slid out from under the covers and stood, holding her hands high so she could stretch. Norway's and Denmark's eyes couldn't help but run up and down her body, though for very different reasons. Norway was shocked by her body art, while Denmark was undressing her with his eyes. He didn't have to do much, seeing as she was only wearing a bra and boy-cut panties. Norway's lip curled up in disgust.

Wonderland looked at Denmark. "Do you have a robe I could use? I didn't exactly get to pack, if you know what I mean."

Denmark winced, but nodded. He pointed to his bathroom. "In there. Use the one with my flag on it- Norway wouldn't want you to use his."

Wonderland nodded, winked at Norway, and disappeared into the bathroom. Denmark chuckled slightly at Norway's dumbfounded expression. Norway glared at him. "Why must you always be so annoying! And who is that girl? How do you know her?"

Denmark sighed and ran a hand through his wild hair, which was crazier than it usually was with sleep. "I can't answer that now, Norge. Trust me when I tell you that. We'll discuss it after breakfast like I said."

They heard a giggle from the bathroom and Wonderland came out wearing a a bathrobe that was much too big for her. It was open at the chest, but not enough to see her bra. Denmark suppressed a shudder as Norway frowned.

They watched silently as Wonderland twirled out of the room. Norway had just opened his mouth when they heard an "Ow..." from the stairwell. Denmark jumped up and rushed out to see what had happened, not caring that he was shirtless.

Wonderland had tripped on the first step and landed on one her deeper cuts. Denmark rushed to her side and helped her up, carrying her back to his bed. He gently laid her down on the silky crimson sheets, and tucked the covers over her. He propped her up on pillow after crimson pillow so that she could easily sit up. She gave him a weak smile of thanks.

"I guess I'm making breakfast then." Denmark grinned. "Still like pomegranate blueberry tea? And that meal you always used to love?"

Wonderland laughed weakly. "Yup. Still do. You don't get much of either down with the Hatter. He's more fond of sweets."

Denmark laughed and grinned. Then he sauntered out of the room and ran down the stairs to the kitchen. Norway's frown deepened and stalked after him.

"How can you stand her?" Norway demanded from the kitchen entrance. Denmark jumped at his voice and nearly dropped the three potatoes he was holding. He glared in annoyance a Norway for a moment before setting about washing and peeling the potatoes.

Norway was shocked. Did Denmark just... glare at him? He had never done that before. He was constantly smiling at him, whining on and on, always saying how much he loved him. Norway never really believed it though. Why would Denmark go fuck whores, or mumble a different name at night- in his sleep or not, it didn't matter.

He was brought out of his thoughts by Denmark saying, "She's a very good friend of mine, Norge. If you don't like her, that's fine. But I've known her almost as long as you. She's like a-you know what, I don't know what she's like. But I'd do anything for her."

Norway jerked. "Anything?" He growled out through clenched teeth.

Denmark stiffened at Norway's tone and didn't answer. Norway smirked, taking his silence as a no and wrapped his arms around Denmark from behind. He relaxed into his lovers touch, if only slightly.

"Why do you care about her so much? This isn't trying to be mean, now. I meant what the story behind it was."

Denmark sighed. "That's part of the tale. I won't tell you until our stomachs are filled."

Norway pouted, even though Denmark couldn't see him, and left to go have a shower. When he was gone, Denmark let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He had to tell Norway soon- but not now. Definitely not now. Once Wonderland left. He would tell him then that they couldn't be together anymore once Wonderland left.

It didn't take Denmark long to make breakfast. It was hash browns with bacon and scrambled eggs, as well as frozen cake and tea. Why Wonderland liked frozen cake for breakfast, he would never know. It was just one of the many mysteries of the girl, he guessed. He was just lucky they even had cake, let alone in the freezer.

When he walked up with a tray laden with food in his hands, he found Wonderland and Norway having a heated discussion.

"What do you mean you can't tell me? How do you not know where you live?"

"I don't live in one particular place, that's why."

"So you're homeless? I've never known Denmark to be friends with homeless people. He tends to like higher-class. Even whores. You're not a whore, are you?"

"ENOUGH!" Denmark bellowed. Norway jumped up out of his seat at the sound of his voice. Wonderland looked furious.

"Norge, I cannot believe you of all people would harass a guest like that. You can go eat in the kitchen."

Norway stared at him in disbelief. Denmark never acted like this. Never. Maybe it was the bitchy girl, Wonderland.

Denmark growled. "Now, Norge. I don't think you want your food to get cold."

Norway turned up his nose and stalked out of the room, glaring at Wonderland as he passed by. She stuck her tongue out at him.

The moment the door shut behind him, Wonderland said, "That man is a complete and utter bastard."

Denmark laughed. "I'm sorry, he doesn't usually act like that. I think he might be jealous. The only other time he's ever acted like this was when... actually, it was when you snuck into my house after your first tattoo and he found us asleep in my bed. Much like today." She blushed at his last comment. "I'm sorry about that. I didn't know I would get so clingy, especially with my injuries. It's never happened before."

Denmark chuckled. "No it hasn't. Though I'm not complaining." He winked at her and her blush deepened.

For a few moments they sat in peace, eating their breakfasts in silence. But Denmark quickly asked, "So why are you here? Obviously something's wrong."

Wonderland looked down and said, "I think we should leave that for Norway, or as you seem to prefer calling him, Norge."

Denmark winced slightly. It was a known fact between them that he only gave nickname's to people he really cared about. Of course, Norway didn't know that. And, he remember regretfully, he had not once called Wonderland by her nickname he had given her a long, long time ago.

"Alright Wonder."

Wonderland grinned. Denmark grinned back, even more enthusiastically. It was a perfect moment until there was a knock at the door.

"Den, if you're taking advantage of her, please stop now. I'm coming in. We have things to discuss."

Denmark sighed and saw Wonderland's fury building up again. It was truly frustrating to have two people you care about immensely in the sane room when they hated each other.

The door was opened and Norway slipped in, closing the door gently behind him. Then he turned to Wonderland. "I'm sorry about earlier. It was rude and disrespectful of me. It's just, I've been really stressed lately. And last night with the cat didn't really help either..."

Wonderland grinned. Norway backed up a little at the similarity between her grin and the Cheshire Cat's, who, after last night, he didn't much like.

"Ah, Chess. You can never get tired of him. Yes, his disappearing act did a number on me the first time I met him too.. Though, I was merely frustrated with the poor cat."

Norway nodded, and went to sit on the chair beside Denmark. He stiffened a tiny bit, though not enough to be noticeable. He cleared his throat and looked at Wonderland.

She sighed. "Fine, Den-su. I'll tell the story. Hmm, where to start... Oh, I know! I'll just start at the beginning."

"When I was my smallest, I lived in a place as magical as it was terrifying. There was a cat that could smile and talk, an insane hatter, a talking bunny, a swords-woman mouse, and more. It was perfect. Everything made complete and no sense, I could celebrate something any day I wanted, and I had a bunch of friends that were as crazy as I was.

"One day, all of that changed. It was like I woke up from a dream, but that dream was something that had actually happened. I just thought that it was a very powerful dream and that I had amnesia.

"Nothing made sense to me in the sane world. I didn't understand normal things- why breakfast was eaten in the morning, why what you wore was based on what was proper, why women weren't allowed to do anything men were. Why animals couldn't talk. Things like that. People deemed me crazy, said I should be on medication; I think someone actually told England that I should be sent to an asylum. England never did anything, though- he just scolded me for being an idiot. Spanked me a couple, too. But never did he put me on drugs. For that, I'm grateful. Anyway, as time went on, I started getting more normal. I understood things better. Hell, my weird dreams that I'd had of Wonderland were receding. It was getting better, for everyone around me at least. I hated it; it was a boring and cruel world. I could never do anything! It was always, "Alice, stop wearing that dress! It's not proper!" "Alice, hold your tea cup right" "Alice, got and get married to Hay-"

"Wonder!"

Wonderland took a deep breath. Her accent had started thickening, turning more brogue than the crisp English accent she usually had. Her eyes had started lightening, both colours turning to ice blue. She snapped out of her trance when her name had been called, her eyes and voice going back to normal, if a bit hoarse on the voice's part.

"I'm fine." She said, shaking her head to clear it. Denmark sighed in relief. Things turned violent when she started to go brogue. She'd start speaking Gaelic in it's oldest form, and she'd fight anyone who stood up to her. She'd kill without a second thought. It wasn't pretty, to say the least. From his knowledge, she had acquired it from the Mad Hatter, who had the same thing. His happened much more frequently, though, so he had gotten it to the point where he wouldn't kill or fight for the pleasure of it.

Wonderland would.

She cleared her throat. "Anyway, at the very beginning of that time, I met Denmark. I had been chasing bunnies in a field, trying to catch one, when he just... showed up. If I remember correctly , you had sent him away and he was clearing his head. I had offered to help his country, but he didn't really want it... so instead, we just became incredibly good friends. We helped each other more with listening and talking than we did with militaries.

"After we met, things seemed to get a lot easier for me. Not England, or course- no one really liked him at that point. But with Denmark by my side, everything seemed a little brighter. I re-found Wonderland, and we went there often. Tea was easier to get, and I got my first pet rabbit.

"Then Denmark got his growth spurt. He and the rest of you guys became vikings; he never had time for me anymore. Instead of me, he had generals for advice, and he trained his people instead of teaching me. He hassled England a lot, so Iggy never had time for me either. Actually, no one really had time for me after that. I even lost Wonderland, and didn't find it again until after my own growth spurt hit. So I was a lonely child for a while. I often ran away from home, and tried to train myself to be a warrior, just like Denmark. People called me a fool. The only thing that really helped me with my training was that I got physically stronger. I could hold my own against England and France any day I wanted. Unless they had their armies. Then I was screwed.

"Anyway, it was in the 19th century that I had my growth spurt. It was in the year 1868; I grew up into my sixteen year old body. People had started to pay more attention to me, which I didn't particularly like when I had been alone for so long. Denmark and I started talking again, so it was bearable, but it was still so incredibly boring. England had insisted a few years back the I live with a human family. I ran away for a year luckily, so they weren't entirely shocked when I came back to them almost fully grown. I was the youngest of them body wise, so there was no little child to question something. Sadly, I hadn't found Wonderland yet, so it was a little depressing, but I managed.

"That same year I was expected to marry an awful man. He was my 'age', at least, but he was truly dreadful. His stomach had problems, he was overly pompous, and worst of all he thought he could control me. Plus, since I'm a country, it would have never even worked out. I would have stayed young and healthy while he aged. People would get suspicious.

"I had run away to think when he proposed, not knowing what was going to happen before hand. It was then that I found Wonderland again. I figured out that it moved every fifty years so as to make sure nobody found it. Now-a-days I'm kept up to date on where it is, but that's besides the point. Anyway, when I fell, I found Wonderland corrupt and dreadful. At the time, it was merely the Jabberwocky we had to defeat, it being the Red Queen's champion. But it was much, much more than that. It turns out that when the Red Queen and the Knave were exiled, they had a baby. And of course, that baby was never exiled since no one knew it existed. At least, not for a few years.

"You see, the White Queen had a child around the same time the Red Queen did. She had been married not long before she found out she was pregnant, and she and her husband had been delighted with their new baby. They'd wanted another as well, a little sister to their daughter, but they quickly found that the Queen had become infertile. And so, the King had sent out people to search for any person without a parent; any orphan of any age, though preferably a baby. They found the Red Queen's child.

"The King and Queen brought the child into their home, treating it as if it were their own. She was stunning when she grew up, and had so much potential. Sadly, she used that potential in darker, more horrid places in her life. The girl, Belinda by name, had been corrupted by her birth parents from the start. When she had been brought into The Royal family, she thought that she was always put behind Kateryna, the daughter of the King and Queen. Of course, she never was, but Belinda was determined to think so. If someone had known her problem at that time, maybe she could have been cured. But there is no knowing now.

"As time went on, Belinda fell deeper and deeper into the pit of darkness she had jumped into. She met demons she thought to be her friends; first jealousy, who whispered things to her when she was alone. Next came greed, who only aided jealousy. When hate joined them they became a trio. By the time all the deadly sins became present in her, she was fifteen. It was then that she became demon-ridden; the same year that the King and Queen of Wonderland died. It was May when they died, and June when Belinda made her deal with the devil. It was also June when Kateryna was made Queen of Wonderland. Everything would have probably been fine if not for two things- The first being Kateryna's oath to harm no living thing, and the second being Ivan Braginski.

"Now, before you say that Russia has been at every World Meeting, let me tell a little bit of information that even I didn't know until very recently. Wonderland is kind of like an alternate universe of here. For every person the falls, someone in Wonderland matches to someone they know. For me, the Mad Hatter is England, the Dormouse is Japan, the March Hare is Spain... you get the picture. So Ivan Braginski is really a similar version of Russia, and has the same name as him as well. So anyway, this Ivan is much nicer and... well he acts how he looks, really. Calm, collected, a little bit childish. He used to be innocent, except in sex... but that's besides the point.

"Ivan was Kateryna's Advisor. He had just come back from a trip all across Wonderland and was there to report to Kateryna. Sadly, Belinda had taken a fancy of him the moment she saw him. From then on, whenever Ivan was to be sent for, Belinda would do it. She would entertain him, keep him company, whatever had to be done with the man. She was of immense beauty, and she flaunted it. Many other men would have courted her as soon as they met her; but not Ivan. For Ivan could look past the beauty and see the cold cruelness that she truly was. And he was in love with a man; Yao Chang. You know him as China. Oh, don't look so surprised. They have a relationship up here too.

"When Belinda found out, she was furious. She went out and killed Yao herself. She left a stake with the man's head on it at Ivan's doorstep. Against Kateryna's wishes, Belinda was thrown into an asylum. During her time there, she'd scream horrible things, half of which I cannot tell you, as they are too evil to repeat. Some of the words she spoke came out of her demons' mouth, some out of hers. When she was at her best, she acted quite normal. It was then they gave her things- food, water, clothing. She was treated well, considering where she was. She shouldn't have been. When she asked for some cloth, a needle, and thread, it was granted to her. She sewed a doll to look like her sister. Now, this is where the story gets a little muddled. A person who was loyal to her brought her the heart of an animal, and Belinda put it inside her doll. We still don't know who this person was, though we think it is the person you know as Lithuania. Anyway, Belinda named her doll after her sister, Kateryna. She threw the doll into her fireplace that night. Kateryna burned in her bed, and her ashes were found the next morning. When they checked on Belinda, she was gone. She had been broken out of her cell, most likely by the same person who gave her the heart.

"Now Belinda rules as Queen, and she has married Ivan. She has made dolls of everyone in Wonderland, so if anyone does anything she doesn't want them to, she kills them slowly and tortuously. Soon, she will have devastated Wonderland's population as much as the Black Death did in Europe."

Denmark winced and Norway rubbed his back. They both knew what effects that Black Death had had on the countries; they had experienced it themselves.

Wonderland looked at Denmark in apology. She was holding back tears as she said, "Wonderland has been destroyed. No one is free, and even the Mad Hatter can't do anything. There are few places now that are clean and free of blood. Belinda built her castle on top of and around her asylum; the river that runs around it is black and crimson and clogged with all the heads she's thrown in it. Her mother has been freed from her sentence, though her knave has been killed. The Bloody Big Head beheaded him herself. She now advises Belinda on her courses of action, always violent. Though, by this time, even she is sick of her daughter. Everyone wants her dead. And I truly mean everyone. She found me and, well... you know the rest. I'm just grateful that she doesn't know my other name, or I'd be dead right now, agreement or no agreement."

At the last sentence, a tear fell from Wonderland's eye. Denmark came to sit beside her and wiped it away. She brushed him off, wiping her own eyes and hiding her face with her hair. Denmark hugged her.

"We'll solve this, don't you worry. We'll be going back in four months, and we can fix it then."

Wonderland shook her head. "I'm going alone, and I'm going in two weeks."

Denmark frowned. "Three and a half months"

"A month."

"Three."

" A month and a half."

"Two moths and a half."

"Two months. Final offer."

Denmark sighed. "Fine. I should have known that you would take Chess's side. I'll have to contact him somehow to tell him not to talk to time."

Wonderland laughed. "You didn't honestly think he would do that, did you? Cheshire would have assumed that I would argue until I got my way. And he's right. So ha. Also, I'm going alone. You're staying here with Norway."

Denmark snorted. "You don't honestly think that I would just sit on the sidelines while you do everything? I thought you knew me better than that. No, I'm helping. She'll never know what hit her."

Wonderland sighed. "Denmark, she probably knows your name already. The Hatter does, and she could torture it out of him. He knows mine as well, but she doesn't know that I'm a country. Actually, no one did except for Kateryna, and she's dead. Because of the stupid, evil, bloody-"

"Wonderland! Please, try and stay calm!"

Wonderland took a shaky breath. "I'm fine." She croaked out. The brogue seemed to have more of a handle on her in this world. Nevertheless, she was surprised that it had happened as many times as it had. Usually it was only once every one or two months, not twice in the same day. If she hadn't known about anything that had happened in Wonderland, this itself would have alerted her that something was wrong.

Denmark let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding and squeezed Wonderland tighter. She shuddered slightly, barely noticeable. He hoped Norway didn't see.

Said man rolled his eyes. "And you expect us to believe you? A story as weird as this has to be fictional. You probably just want some attention, that's all."

Wonderland's eyes started lightening and she pulled out of Denmark's grip. In her thick, brogue accent she said, "Oh, so ya thin' tha' this is all fake, do ya? Ya bloody scoundrel, thin'in' tha' I'm lyin'. Do I loo' li' I'm lyin'? Bloody bi-"

"WONDERLAND! WOULD YOU GET A GRIP! GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF, GIRL!"

Wonderland shuddered and slumped back into Denmark. She was shaking with exhaustion, and Denmark laid her back down on the pillows. He glared at Norway, and said, "What the hell do you think you're doing, antagonizing her like that! You've already seen her do that twice before- and she just came out of a trance! It's hard enough to make sure she doesn't kill you, could you at least try and not to make her do that? Please, Norway?"

Norway looked down. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again." He said, wringing his hands. He really didn't mean to do it this time. It's just, her story was so unbelievable!

Denmark sighed. "Norway, if you can't do anything but upset her, leave."

Norway's head jerked up in surprise. "L-leave?"

Denmark nodded. "Yeah. You heard me."

Wonderland scowled at him. "Norway stays. It's not really his fault. I would have gone off at anything by that point. Besides, he needs to be able to ask questions, and I don't think he can very well do that in the hall, now, can he?"

Denmark glared at her for a moment before relenting. "Fine. He stays. But the next time he-"

"The next time he antagonizes me, I will be calm enough to handle it. Now, go make me some tea. Preferably chai. Or something with caffeine. No herbal tea for me, please."

Denmark sighed and nodded, getting up and leaving the room. Norway watched him go with an air of sadness about him. Then he turned to look at Wonderland.

"Why did you send him away? I doubt you need tea."

Wonderland's lips curved into a smile when she said, "No, you're right. I still have a half-full cup. I sent him away to one, see your reaction, and two, to talk to you privately. No doubt he'll be trying to listen to us, but if we just talk like this he won't be able to hear anything but mumbling. Trust me, I know. Anyway, you obviously have questions you probably don't want dear old Denmark to hear. Shoot."

Norway looked taken aback. After a moment he tentatively asked, "Why are you two so... I don't know. You seem to have this long history, and it kind of looks like you're exes or something long over each other but still with the same protectiveness. I say that because, as you probably know, me and Denmark... well, we're together now. We're practically married."

Wonderland had been sipping her tea, but at his comment she spit it out. Wiping a hand across her mouth, she said, "You're WHAT?"

Norway gave a small smile. "Yes. I've been living in his house for a very, very long time, and we've been together since our viking ages. We used to break up a lot, but we've been steady for about twenty years now. Funny, huh?"

Wonderland took a deep breath. "Yes. Very interesting. I now have another thing to tease him with, too." She gave a weak laugh.

Norway chuckled. This wasn't so bad. "Yes, I guess you do. Anyway, would you mind answering the question? I would actually like to know."

Wonderland nodded. "Alright. To tell you the truth, I don't know why we act the way we do. We've known each other for a very long time as well, and everything just seems easier with the other with you. At least, that's how it is on my end. But not in the lovey-dovey, 'I'd follow you to the depths of hell and back' kind of thing. But like, if you're working with your friends on a group project, everything seems to get a little more fun, a little more easygoing, a little easier. You know what I mean? And actually, me and Denmark did go out once, a long time ago. It was just after I started getting my tattoos. It started out more of a, 'let's piss off England" thing where he'd kissed me in front of poor Iggy to get a reaction. After we realized things were get more escalated than we would have liked at that age, we decided to just be friends. It wasn't all that easy, but we managed quite well. I can't remember a time where either of us slipped up. But now we're more like brother and sister than anything romantic. That's probably what you're thinking of."

There was a crash outside the door and Norway jumped out of his seat. When he opened the door cautiously, he found Denmark picking up the pieces of a broken cup.

"Dammit." Denmark mumbled, burning himself on hot tea. Wonderland couldn't help but laugh. She slid off the bed on wobbly legs and walked across the room to kneel down beside him and help.

After a little bit of cleaning, Wonderland couldn't help but notice Denmark wouldn't meet her eyes. Her brow furrowed, and she tried to think of why that might be. Could it have been he overheard her saying something he hadn't really agreed with? But what had she said that wasn't the truth? Her face smoothed out when she came to the conclusion that he was ashamed of what he'd done to his boyfriend.

Everything was cleaned up rather quickly, and Denmark was soon back to his cheery, happy self. The rest of the day was spent with Denmark and Wonderland catching up, swapping stories and reviving old jokes. Norway had left early on, claiming to be going to see Finland. Before he left, though, Wonderland made sure to make him swear not to tell anyone about her.

At around ten o' clock, Wonderland started drifting off, getting sillier and more blunt by the second. Denmark had always found it funny, and this time was no exception. Wonderland was lying on the pillows while Denmark was leaning on his elbow beside her. They were both under the dark crimson sheets.

"Matt, why does Norway seem over-protective of you?"

Denmark smiled softly. "He does, does he? Hmm, I wouldn't know why. Maybe it's because you're so good looking."

Wonderland giggled. "Oh, shut it. I doubt Norway cares about that. It's just, he thinks we have a romantic past together, though that is sort of true, and he made it clear that you were his. Why might that be?"

Denmark quirked an eyebrow. "Oh, so you don't think you're good looking? Because you are. Or maybe that's just me."

Wonderland laughed. "C'mon, stop stalling," she said, going serious, "Answer the question."

Denmark's face fell a bit. "You really are a persistent little bugger, aren't you? Alright then. Norway's very selfish, though I must admit, I've had a few romantic endeavors before. OK, maybe more than a few, but that's not the point. He doesn't trust me with a person unrelated to me in the house. Hell, he doesn't trust me with anyone. But with what you told him earlier, he probably wants to keep an eagle eye on us. Needless to say, he has trust issues."

Wonderland's face fell slightly. "I'm not trustworthy?" She asked in a baby voice. Denmark laughed. "You are, Wonder. You are."

Wonderland grinned. "When you say that sentence, you remind me of Alfy."

Denmark jerked slightly and he stiffened. His eyes narrowed at the wall. "Alfy? Who's that?" He asked in a cold voice, avoiding her gaze.

Wonderland, oblivious to his distaste, nodded eagerly. "Alfy's Alfred. You know him as America. I think I want him to come with me to Wonderland. He's always saying he's the hero, here's a place he can prove it. Besides, put in stressful situations, he actually has a clear head. And he's not all that bad, you know." She grinned, and her eyes got a faraway look in them.

Denmark's cold tone mixed with barely suppressed anger, and the promise of violence. "You never mentioned him before. I thought you two didn't get along?"

She shrugged. "We didn't use to, but for the past while, we've been great friends. We've even nicknamed each other. Cool huh? Iggy approves of my relationship for once, too. Kind of. He thinks we're dating."

His eyes darkened. "I'm going to leave now." He stated firmly and harshly, standing up quickly and taking long strides across the room. Wonderland scrambled to get out of the bed and called out, "Wait! Where are you going, Matt?"

Denmark, hand on the doorknob, turned his body ever so slightly towards her. "Somewhere. Drinking probably. It's been two days and I haven't had a drop of anything. You are not free to join me, what with your cuts and bruises. I can take you to America or England tomorrow, if that's what you'd prefer, but please, don't bother me until then. You won't want to."

Wonderland sat up straight and she slid out of the bed. "Look, you bastard, if you want to let off steam, there's better ways of doing it than drinking. And I won't allow you to go fuck anyone other than Norway, who is, by the way, your current boyfriend. Or have you forgotten?" She said, her accent thickening slightly. Denmark sighed. "Yes, I know that Norway and I are together. I'm not going to fuck anyone right now, not with him on pins and needles because of you. And what better way to let off steam than to drink and fight someone?"

Wonderland scowled. "Lot's of ways! Your gym for one. Sex for another, but you'd have to wait until Norway came home. And anything silly and stupidly reckless is a great way to do it. Wanna get a tattoo?" She asked the last part eagerly. He chuckled. "No tattoos Wonderland. Not for me at least. Besides, I don't think you have room left for any more. Where was the last one? Your ass, I think?"

Wonderland's lips curved up into a smile. "Nope. My right breast. Wanna see?" She asked jokingly. Denmark grinned and turned around fully, leaning his back against the door frame.

"Oh, I do, I do." He replied in a bad attempt of a southern drawl. She laughed at his failure. "Oh really? My, my, what a naughty boy you are. What would my father do with you?"

Denmark pulled a sly grin and pushed himself off the door frame, lazily walking towards her. When he stood right in front of her, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I don't care what your father would do with me. It only matters what I would do with you. And I could do a great many things."

She suppressed a shudder and bit her lip before whispering back, "Wanna show me what you could do?"

Denmark's body stiffened. He obviously hadn't been expecting her comment. His fists clenched. "No. I meant what I said. This was fun, but I need something much more physical."

Wonderland shrugged. "As I said, there is a gym here. Or you could go for a run. You're not allowed to go into town without me. I will follow you if you do, and don't really want that, do you? You remember last time."

Denmark shuddered. God, did he remember. She had almost killed everyone in town just to spite him. Luckily, he had gotten her out of there very quickly. "Yes. But I need to fight. Badly. Sex would work too, but not as effectively. I need rough fighting with no restrictions. I believe you know what I'm talking about." It was Wonderland's turn to shudder. "Yes; sadly, I do. And I believe I could help with that."

His eyes widened. "No. Not a chance. I am not fighting you. First of all, you're not fit to fight, and second of all-" "Second of all, I would go into my little other side thing. Yes, I know. But that's what you need. Trust me."

Denmark shook his head violently. "No."

She grimaced. "Fine. You've left me no choice."

In a flurry of movement that he barely saw, Wonderland punched him square in the face. He growled at her when he found his nose bleeding and she smirked. "Do something, or I'll do it for you." She told him matter-o-factly.

He snarled at her and struck out. She blocked easily, moving her arm against his smoothly to move it aside. It went on like that for several minutes, until finally Denmark got a hit into her side. She coughed and retaliated by catching her foot at the back of his knees. he toppled forward and she used the advantage to haul his arms behind his back, holding them in place as she stood. He snarled at her again and she just smirked.

He went limp and his expression slipped into one of defeat. She smirked wider and loosened her hold on his wrists slightly.

Suddenly he surged upward, catching he by her shoulders and pinning her to the floor in one fluid motion. She yelped when it made contact with one of her larger bruises, but he payed no mind. Her eyes were starting to lighten- a sign that meant she soon would not care about pain. That she would revel in it.

As they tussled on the floor of the bedroom, they didn't realize that Norway had come home. And from where he stood in the main foyer, he could hear them just fine. And he didn't like one bit.

He stormed upstairs and yelled, "Denmark, you better not be beating up Wonderland, or vice versa! That carpet is expensive, and I don't want to have to replace it!"

Denmark froze in his position above Wonderland, hand still poised to punch her. He rolled to his feet quickly and when he looked down he found Wonderland regaining her awareness. They were both a little cut up, but mainly they had just acquired bruises. He helped her to her feet easily and was just bringing her over to the bed when Norway walked into the room.

To say the least, he wasn't happy. The lamp was knocked over, the nightstand overturned, and there were a few ties and clothes on the ground from when Wonderland had tried to choke Denmark. He put his hands on his hips and demanded, "What is this?"

The Dane sighed. "We had a little fight. That's all. She started it."

Norway snorted. "I don't care who started it. I'm ending it. And making us all go to bed. Wonderland, you can sleep here if you don't mind, me and Denmark will take the guest room."

She nodded and laid herself down on the bed, wincing a bit. After that fight, she might actually take two months to heal, but she doubted it.

Soon, everyone was in their respective areas. Wonderland listened to the light patter of rain on the window, something she hadn't noticed until after her brawl with Denmark. She fell asleep to the rattling of the rain on the window with a smile on her face.

LONG CHAPTER! My goodness, that took a while to write. So, was it terrible? Review please!

I'm really happy right now! IT"S ACTUALLY SUNNY! Well, I live in Vancouver which gets TONS of rain, so sunny days are rare, especially in spring. Can't wait for summer!

Ok, so i gotta go walk my dogs now... I really don't want to _ The bastards, being hyper...

Review please! It's easy! If you hate this though, please don't make me feel like a terrible person for ever thinking up the idea... though I don't care if you criticize me. It always helps!