Chapter 6

The thunder was so loud, it felt like the ground shook below him. Denmark continued to run through the pouring rain. His tears flew swiftly from his eyes and his small cape swayed in the breeze. Through the strong misty haze he could see people getting into their house and some stores to escape the cold wet storm.

He had nowhere to go. And that's what scared him. Maybe he didn't think this through.

He stopped and began to pant. The rain covered him, making him wetter by the minute. He wiped his tears away, and looked around. Was there seriously nowhere to go? Suddenly he spotted a bar across the street.

Oh thank god! He dashed across the street and jumped to the doorknob. He quickly pulled it open with his tiny hands, and then landed on the ground on his butt with a small 'oof!'

He walked inside and closed the door, looking around. Men, a lot who were drunk, were drinking away. Laughing, some watching the game on TV, some eating. This was Denmark's happy place.

However, the thought wouldn't leave his mind. Did England really mean all that? And did his fellow Nordics actually agree with the brit?

He wiped a tear away, and his face grew stern with determination. Fine then! He didn't need them! He was powerful on his own! He puffed out his chest with pride. Now for a beer!

"Hey, kid, are you alone?"

Denmark looked up at the bartender, who had called down to him. Denmark smiled. "Yes I am. And I'd like a beer, please. In a large glass."

The bartender looked like he almost stopped breathing. The bartender began to chuckle, and then he just began to laugh aloud. Denmark rose an eyebrow. What was so funny?

"Kid, I don't know where you came from, but you can't be here. A bar is no place for children, now go home. Unless you're lost. I could call your mother to come pick you up if you want?"

This guy was crazy! Wait…Denmark remembered he was a kid and, kids weren't allowed in bars. Oh shit.

"Please let me stay. I'll tip." Denmark wiggled his eyebrows with a smirk. The bartender frowned, getting sick of this little play.

"Go home, kid."

"But-!"

"Go home!" The bartender pointed at the door. Denmark sniffed.

"P-please?"

The bartender went to reach for the phone. "Give me your mother's number and she can pick you u-"

Denmark swiftly ran out, not wanting to get into more trouble. It was still raining, and the fog had gotten heavier. Thunder rumbled in the sky, this time louder. It was frightening him.

He just continued to run, trying to find a place where he could go. Finally he came to a stop at a certain street. He looked across the street and tried to see past the fog. Through the fog, he saw a place where he could hide.

The park!

Looking both ways, he ran across the street to find a safe and dry place.

The park was huge. It had a giant field in the center, and some baseball courts. Two playgrounds for kids, too. Plus lots of pretty trees and open space. Perfect.

Denmark ran into the field, looking around for a safe place. The thunder grew louder, and he shivered with fear. Finally he spotted a place where he could hide.

The bleachers!

The bleachers by the baseball courts. Denmark dashed over ran under them, sheltering himself from the rain. He breathed a sigh of relief. However, he had another problem. He was cold.

And thirsty, and hungry, and a little lost too.

He put his face into his knees and shivered, sobbing a little. Would he have to live through this if his fellow Nordics really didn't want him around?

….

"Den!"

"Dane!"

"Denmark! Come on, where are you?!" England shouted. They had been calling for a half an hour, but to no avail.

"I'm scared! What if he's hurt?!" Finland cried, scared. Norway sniffed beside him, growing more worried every second.

Suddenly, Finland had an idea. "Wait! What if anyone in the neighborhood has seen him? Maybe they could tell us!"

"Oh please! Who could've seen him?" England said in annoyance.

"Anyone!" Finland answered in an irritated tone.

Then again he had a point. Denmark wasn't a very smart one, Maybe he talked to strangers or something. Or….

England looked across the street and spotted a bar. His eyes widened. Of course went in there.

"Follow me."

England led them across the street into the bar. The bartender looked up and smiled. "Hello sir. May I help you?"

"Yes. Have you seen a child nearby with blonde, spiky hair? A white smock on with a little red cape?"

The bartender's eyes widened. "Why yes I have. He was in here about twenty minutes ago. Is he your son?"

May as well use that excuse. "Yes, he's my son. Did you see which way he went?"

"I don't know. I just him run out of here and head towards the right, down the block."

That's all they needed to know. "Thank you, sir." England led the children out of the bar and they made their way down the street, calling for the little Dane.

….

Denmark continued to shiver lightly under the bleachers, the cold really getting to him. His little tears fell off his cheeks and onto his smock. He pulled his cape around him for warmth, but it wasn't really helping.

Do…do they really not like me?...Have I done something wrong…?

Wait a minute.

"You're very loud and annoying brother."

"Shut up, Den."

"Quit poking me!"

"Hah hah, maybe you should stop, Denmark…"

Good lord. They really didn't like him, did they? To this, he sobbed even more. Now he just wasn't shivering from cold. He was shivering from hurt.

"Den!"

Denmark looked up with a gasp. Did someone call him?

"Denmark! Where the bloody hell are you?!"

They followed him! They came looking for him! Should he run? But wait…they wouldn't come looking for him unless they cared, right? Does that mean, they do like him?

This was too confusing.

He still wasn't sure if he should go out or not.

"England, I'm scared for him!" Finland cried. "We've been looking forever!"

"I don't know! The bartender said he went this way!" England replied. The rain roared through the wind, and thunder blasted again in the sky.

At this point Norway couldn't take it. He stood up straight and began: "BROTHER! Where are you?! Please! Don't make us worry anymore! We're scared for you! BROTHER!" Norway collapsed and began to pant. England and Finland's eyes widened. They NEVER heard Norway yell before. EVER.

"Please, Den! Where are you?!" Finland choked out.

England took a deep breath in. "Denmark! I'm sorry about what I said! I was just worried and mad at the time, and I didn't know what I was saying! Please, where are you?!" England called. He panted, trying to get himself together.

Denmark couldn't take it anymore. He leaped out from under the bleachers, in front of their vision. "Here I am!"

Everyone stopped and looked down the hill. Their eyes widened when they saw the child's spiky hair and swaying cape, tears flying from his eyes. The three nearly screamed in relief and ran down to him.

Norway and Finland embraced their fellow Nordic into a hug. In this moment Denmark knew he was wrong.

They do care about me! They do! He smiled.

"Thank god you're safe!" Finland cried happily. "Why didn't you answer us?!"

"I…I…!"

Norway smacked him over the head, making him yelp. "NEVER scare me like that again. Ever!" Norway scolded him. Denmark noticed the Norwegian's eyes were red from crying. He noticed tears falling from his eyes this very moment.

Denmark embraced the two of them in a hug. "I'm sorry! I'll never run away again!" He cried. "I didn't answer because I thought you guys didn't like me anymore!"

"What?! That's crazy!" Finland shouted. "We love you!"

"What the hell made you think that, idiot?!" Norway snarled. "We love you!"

Denmark squealed and hugged them harder, them returning the same. The thunder above no longer scared him. In fact he wasn't even paying attention to it.

"Denmark…"

Denmark looked up to England, who was standing over all of them. England bent down to their height and began: "I'm sorry, Denmark. I was mad and worried at the time. I didn't mean any of that at all. What I said, I mean. We all love you. You don't need to run away and think that we all hate you, cause we don't! Again, I'm-I'm sorry." England blushed and looked away, his tsundereness showing brightly.

England flinched when Denmark flew into him and embraced him into a hug. Denmark sobbed into his shirt, hugging him tightly. "It's ok, England! I forgive you!"

England smiled and he didn't even notice the small tears pouring down his cheeks. Then they paused and noticed something. The rain had begun to stop. Slowly but surely the clouds were moving away, and rain dripped off the tree leaves.

Finland smiled. "Well, I think we better get home."

"Yeah." Norway wiped the tears away from his eyes. "I'm tired."

Denmark grinned. "Yeah, let's go home! I want breakfast, and I wanna see Ice and Swe!"

The three flinched.

"…What, what's wrong?" Denmark rose an eyebrow.

"I-Ice isn't feeling well." Norway said.

"Yeah. But he'll get better! It's just a fever!" Finland reassured him.

However the Dane cared too much about his family. "What?! Ice isn't feeling well?! We gotta go!" Denmark yelled, running up the hill. England chuckled when the Dane tripped over his foot and fell with an 'oof!' However he swiftly got up and ran ahead of them, and the three ran after him, trying not to lose him again.

….

"AHH! Ice, I heard you're sick! I'm here, don't worry!" Denmark cried, running up to the now awake Icelandic chibi.

"Oh great. You're just what I need." Iceland coughed.

Denmark smiled.

"Denmark. Where did you go?" Sweden asked next to him.

Denmark turned to him and smiled. "Hey, Swe! I went on an adventure."

"Mm. Ok then." Sweden just shrugged.

England yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Well, one o'clock in the afternoon and I'm beat tired."

"Same." Norway yawned.

"Wanna take a nap?" Finland asked everyone. Everyone exchanged glances and shrugged.

"Why not?" England replied.

"Ok! I'm tired too!" Denmark agreed.

"Mm."

"I guess."

"Gladly." Iceland coughed and fell back to sleep.

England led them all over to the couch, and he sat down. The little chibis jumped up onto the couch and laid down, spreading their little legs on top of England's legs. England smiled and closed his eyes, and the little group slowly fell asleep.

….

England awoke about four hours later. With a yawn, he stretched his arms and scratched his stomach. He tried to sit up, but he couldn't. Something…heavy was on top of his legs.

He looked down and his eyes widened. THERE. RIGHT THERE. THE NORDICS!

England screamed, waking up the Nordics. They shot up off of him and Denmark looked around with surprise and worry. "What, what, what happened?!"

England couldn't believe it. They were adults again! "Guys! You did it!"

"Did what?" Denmark asked. Then he realized he was standing much taller then before. He had his old clothes back on. He turned to his fellow Nordics. The same was with them. He let out a big, goofy smile.

"YEAH! We're adults again! We did it! We survived the tyranny of being children again!" Denmark cheered.

"I don't know. I didn't mind it." Finland shrugged.

"Mm. I kinda missed being an adult." Sweden shrugged.

"I'm happy to be back." Norway agreed.

Iceland sat up off the couch. He yawned and scratched his head. "I feel better now." He said. Immediately Denmark ran over and embraced him in a hug. "Yay! Ice feels better, yay!"

"Get off me!" Iceland pushed him off, making Denmark laugh.

England sighed with relief. Thank god this was all over. Now he can go home and not watch kids anymore. Though, it was a life changing experience. The last kid he watched over was America, and that was centuries ago. This was fun, in a way. And what Finland told him yesterday at the zoo still stuck with him. It was good advice, and he'd follow it.

England and the others watched Denmark fly into the kitchen and open the fridge. He returned with seven bottles of beer cradled in his arm, and drinking one. "Oh, I missed you." He snuggled his face on the beer bottle. Everyone gave an 'are you kidding me?' face.

England had to agree though, that long without booze must've been a nightmare.

England sighed. "Well, I guess I'll go home now. See you guy's la-"

"No England, wait!"

England turned around to Denmark's call. "What?"

"Well…thank you…you know for all you did." Denmark rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "I mean, I know I was a pain. But thanks for sticking through with us and watching us! Right guys?"

"Mm."

"Yes!"

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah…."

England smiled. "No problem, guys."

"And in return, would you like to have a few beers with us?" Denmark offered, raising an eyebrow with a smirk. England wasn't sure what to say, but Denmark twisted the bottle around in his hand, tempting him.

"Eh, why not?" England smiled, taking the bottle from Denmark's hand.

That night, they celebrated their success and how they were finally back to normal. It certainly was a ride, but they had a fun time going through it.

End~

Author's note!

This is literally the first story I've finished lol. But, I hope you all liked the ending! Our Denny is just too sweet. X3

Thanks for sticking through this story. I hope you liked it. Leave a review! The title of this chapter is a song. The song is: Rain by Breaking Benjamin.

Thanks for reading! ;3

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