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"We're almost there, Tei-Tei" practically screamed the Jovial Alfred as he clasped his hands over his boyfriend's icey-blue gems.

"Alright, alright" waved the blinded Matthias. He couldn't contain himself, it's their first date after all and a breakfast date to be precise. Was it in something freaking awesome or romantic? Or was it those simple, low-key, personal ones?

"Here we are!" the younger American unclasped his broad hands from his lover's eyes. His brilliant blues flashed excitement with his signature smile…

'マクドナルド'

…McDonald's, really? The Dane's eyebrows started to twitch along with his smirk; he looked at America's bright childish smile and allowed himself to be dragged in by the strong arm.

America actually reserved seats for them. Could you do that? Then again, he owned the franchise. The Dane promptly sat down, trying to fix his casual blazers. At least he didn't overdress, right? He wore a crimson short-sleeved collared shirt with the giant white cross at the side just like his awesome flag, as always, with grey jeans and checkered sneakers. He might be more than two eons old…but he still looks and acts like his in his 20s or even younger.

Anyway, he looked at America with his eyebrows still twitching. America wore a striped jacket in blue and white with an almost neon-red v-neck shirt with a faded star in the middle and not-too-skinny skinnies in black. The goofy grin plastered on his boyfriend's face made it bearable.

'It's a sweet gesture...at the very least'

"So…awesome or what?" Alfred asked with his hands stretched out.

Denmark smiled wildly "…or what?" he hid his sarcastic tone.

"Hmph! Not very nice…" he pouted with his cheeks puffed. Denmark giggled, 'at least it'll be fun teasing him.'

Just then two menu books were placed in front of the two blondes. 'Wait, I know for a fact that this is McDonald's'

The Dane got curious and furrowed his eyes on the Menu…

'Hamburger Steak Ala Pobre, Bacon and Mashed Potato pie, Sundae trifle, Chicken Teriyaki, Fries casserole…'

"We are at McDonald's right?" Matthias asked, totally confused why the food actually seemed decent.

"Of course, we are. It's just a minor modification I did for our date" his young lover's eyes shined with happiness. The once irritated Matthias covered his embarrass red face under the pricey looking menu book. He was charmed, titillated, to his wits. He couldn't contain the 'manly' squeals he was making or the equally 'manly' giggles he was absent-mindedly making. He felt very special…and kinda like a girl but he'll never admit that.

"…So, what're you ordering, Tei-Tei?" The American's head perked up. The Dane's eyes went wide as his face lit up with a blush.

"Oh…ah-um…eh, what about you?" he smiled at his boyfriend as he played with his own hands again.

"Aw, Tei-Tei's blushing!" teased America as he slid his hands to his lover's thighs chastely.

"N-no, I wasn't!" the flustered Denmark answered lamely.

"Well then, order already. I still have to cook it, you know?" The quirky young man was now behind his Danish love while resting his head on his shoulders.

Matthias stiffened…he felt his spine getting tickled by running currents of electricity. He cleared his throat. It's okay, it's okay…just breathe…this is your first date…and he's being too cute…DO NOT FUCK HIM IN THE BATH ROOM. He muttered more comforting words in his Danish tongue, letting his heartbeat ease to the situation.

"I'd go for the um…beef steak…and ah…some fries…casserole?" he squeaked at 'fries' …hvad fanden er der galt med mig? He kept clearing his throat until he was dragged away by America.

He was dragged by his shoulders into a private kitchen out back. America pushed Denmark down softly to a very comfortable and luxurious sofa with a big table in front of it. It all happened so fast that the Dane was still his uncharacteristic daze of fluster. He decided to gaze at his loving boyfriend who was peppering some big cuts of meat. He then took out a porcelain bowl from the oven. The concentrated American suddenly looked and smiled at Denmark. He could've melted.

"I knew you'd pick the casserole, so I made it in advance!" Those ocean-blue eyes clashed with the icy-blues. Denmark flashed his toothy grin.

"So now, is it awesome or what?" Alfred placed the hot casserole on the table. He then had his hands on his hips.

Denmark stood up and pulled America closer, their nose rubbing the other. He grinned playfully.

"Or what" he snickered before giving Alfred a long and sweet kiss.

"Happy times…I could NOT believe he could be that bashful, you know?" America smiled at Finland and Sealand.

"I'm the one off guard here! That is really not how I saw him." Giggled the smaller man.

"So if you're dating Uncle Denmark that means you'd give me presents and protect me if England tries to kick me out?" Sealand's eyes shined in zeal while gripping on the shirt America was wearing.

"I can't make promises, but at the very least…" he patted Seland's head "I could try".

"Oh poo!" haha. Poo. So posh… he reminded him of Arthur, driven.

"Okay, lapseni, run along. I need to talk to your new 'uncle'." Sealand ran off leaving a slightly tensed America and a smiling Finland.

"Listen, America. I won't be too harsh for my trial. I approve of you two…even more than Norway. Whether you win or lose, I'd take it as your victory." He smiled warmly. "Plus, I think Russia was pretty hard with knocking out and shoving you into a pet carrier then sending you all the way here via airplane." Tino smiled in worry.

"Oh…um, No worries. Vanya likes any type of relationship…rough." He muttered.

"Oh my God! You two had sex before!" the Finnish man teased with a smile.

"W-well it was only because he wasn't talking to me for like a decade!" he answered with a bright blush on his face.

"Norway told me about that, he banned him from seeing you since he felt you were hurt pretty bad…and he shouldn't humiliate himself any further" Tino patted the younger man's back.

"Speaking of Norway…what did you mean you approve of us more?" he gave a questioning look.

Finland sat down and sighed. He sipped his tea trying to collect his thoughts. "He suffered longer under Denmark's darker times than us but he still has a bit of an attachment to him. So it's pretty reasonable that he'd be a bit over protective" he answered with a serious face.

Gulp.

America took off his glasses and started to clean the imaginary fog so he could avoid the purple eyes. "Oh don't worry; he's not into him that way. He has eyes on a certain Belarusian" he winked.

"Natalia? Is he crazy?" Alfred shot up in surprise.

"We cannot predict those we fall in love with" Finland said nostalgically looking at his wedding ring. America smiled…remembering his friend's Swedish husband.

"Don't worry…my husband won't be interfering with this." He looked at the window which framed the snowy scenery of their mountain mansion. "It's a good day to play in the snow" he stood up and extended his hand "Come on now, you're challenge awaits"

"O-okay?" America answered confusingly, meeting the smaller man's surprisingly strong grip.

"Hey, lapseni, we're going to go play some snowball. Want to join?" Sea land was playing DS lite that time.

"Sure, papa!" he ran up to his father's arm.

"Without further ado…" America placed two plates of mouth-watering steak with mash potato and a side of vegetables. "You're meal…scratch that, OUR meal is done." Denmark could feel his abashment come back. His robust frame immediately stiffened and warmed up.

"Oh wait…" Alfred scurried away and brought back a gravy boat "almost forgot something" he poured on the gravy carefully catching the older nation's attention.

"I LUV U!"

Matthias started biting on his bottom lip as he started to shake excessively. He was trying his best not to squeal and kick his legs out. He cupped his mouth shut as heat was actually radiating from him. He felt a relatively cooler hand press against his forehead.

"Are you okay, Tei-Tei?" asked a worried American, wanting to help. He wasn't helping…now he was shivering as if he bathed in liquid nitrogen.

"Are you sick, love?" he asked another question. 'Love'…God He's hitting my heart pretty hard . "k-kærlighed? Would you promise not to tell anyone?" the once talkative Dane requested shyly.

Alfred frowned "…our relationship?" his eyes full of hurt. Denmark held his hands for a moment, straing deep into the young nation's hurt eyes.

"H-hell no" he pressed his cheeks with the back of America's hands. "I meant…th-this". The older nation hugged his younger boyfriend so tight that cracking sounds came from his partner's back. He started squealing and giggling with his face nuzzling wildly on America's jacket. He kicked his feet as he lied on his back still crushing the American on top with his amrs. He kept saying 'I love yous' in both Danish and English without even stopping for air.

America, as he was catching his breath, cupped the pinkish cheeks of his lover. He strained to keep his face straight with a pathetic scowl. He looked at the confused and humiliated eyes of the Dane and rubbed their cheeks together, first slowly but suddenly faster and faster. He pushed his lover's face against his own, making his own set of squeals. They parted with one cheek red from friction burn. They sat there totally embarrassed, totally silent.

"This… Never… Happened. That was too girly" the silence was broken by the American as he lunged forward to hug and nestle his face to his partner's strong chest.

"Same here. I love you a lot… and it just made me all bubbly inside that you made a lot of effort into this. I've been dreaming about this for quite some time now" Denmark ruffled the younger blonde's hair. He could feel his fluster-filled heart ease into a steady beat.

"Aw…I love you too…now give me a kiss" America puckered his lips waiting for a small peck but there wasn't any.

He looked at the man he was hugging and to his surprise his boyfriend was already eating the casserole he made. America pouted and cleared his throat with his lips still puckered. Denmark turned his head to give him a teasing look. The lighter blonde gave a small peck on the hot lips in front of him.

"I heard ya…y'know. I just wanted to see ya pout, kærlighed!" he positioned his America to a sitting position. "Now come on, I don't want your steak to get cold!" he smirked at his lover before kissing him on the cheeks.

"And that's our first real date for ya youngsters!" grinned the jovial Denmark as he swayed with the small boat he was on. It reminded him of the gondolas of Venice but a lot less fancy. It was painted blue with two thick bamboos sticking out away from the main body for buoyancy and balance. He opened his crystal-blue eyes to look at the two Filipinos who were to administer his next test.

"What that sounds so cute, Tito Denmark!" smiled the tanned girl in front of her. She wore a loose blue off-shoulder crop top with a red tank top underneath, white cargo shorts, and a large summer hat.

"Please call me Matthias…is it really this hot around here?" the Scandinavian asked as he flapped his unbuttoned light, emerald green collared shirt revealing his hard and scarred mid-section. He also wore a pair of blue surfer shorts.

"What did you expect? It is the middle of May after all." Smiled the tanned boy behind who was in charge of the motor. He wore a fairly loose white tank top and a pair of brown cargo shorts. His eyes were concealed by the shades he was wearing but not the smile.

"Alright, you got me" he smiled in faking defeat. "Anyway, I'm just curious…aren't you supposed to be like the gender-bent version of Maria?" the boy nodded. "So how does that work? I mean how did you get here? How does the history book apply? How did you two experience the same thing…with different Spains, Americas, and Japans?" he was deep in thought with one arm acting as support to the other arm that was in turn supporting his face by the chin.

The Filipinos looked at each other with wide eyes. They didn't actually know how to answer that. Santiago just popped out of nowhere and has been visiting since until he decided to just leave his old house and move in to Maria's. They figured since their history was basically the same that working together wouldn't affect any of their worlds. And Thank God it didn't.

Denmark got into deeper thinking. Female Denmark must be unbelievably hot…was his first thought but then it went to stuff like 'What did she do during the Kalmar Union? Did she fuck up lives like I did? How could they have the same course of history if we never met or knew one another? Does she love her America as well?'

"We don't have the answers" peeped the Filipino boy, Santiago. Maria got out three bottles of cold water and handed out two of them to the sweating European and her 'brother-of-sorts'.

"Oh, tak!" he grabbed the bottle in a haste and greedily drank its content. Unknown to the thirsty nation was the lingering stares of young party girls boarded on passing yacht. Maria and San glared with eyes like daggers.

"So how long did you start liking kuya ALFRED!" shouted the onyx-haired girl. Denmark snapped out of his water-centered day dream.

"Oh…hmm… let's just say it's been going on long before he met you!" chuckled the big European. The answer made the girls from the other boat groan in annoyance. He was taken. To make it worse, he was with a man. The pale man's attention was caught by the girls who seemed, to him, were suffering from the slightly unpleasant sun.

"Hej! I know that Philippines is hot…but it's beautiful, Ja?" he stood up letting the sun bounce off his pale body. The fact that his body was so manly and hot made the girls more annoyed. Denmark frowned; his past experience with people like them was very pleasant until now.

"Some Filipinos are just rude, you know?" said San with a smirk of triumph. "Anyway we're here!"They stopped in the middle of the vast ocean. The confused Dane cocked his head to the side.

"But the next Island seems to be kilometers away" he squinted his eyes as he looked off to the distance.

"Well, you see, your challenge is to catch fish with your bare hands…then you'll swim to shore on your own and cook!" smiled the young Filipina.

"Are you kidding me?!" the bigger man started to rock the boat. Sure, he was used to sea and he knew how to swim, but endurance in water was something he needed to improve on. He's never used to staying in water for too long, during his Viking days staying in the frigid sea was suicide.

The Filipinos smiled. The older nation just rubbed his temples, keeping him calm. He peeled off his unbuttoned shirt and started to put thick globs of sun screen all over his body and face. He started massaging about three layers of the opaque white lotion. He didn't want his skin to be stinging in paino he still had like two more tests after this. He forgot to put some of the lotion on his back.

"Hey, San. Could'ya help your tito out?" he tossed him the bottle. The teenager tensed up as he slathered the thick cream over the broad back, being fairly careful at the large scar that span across his back. On the other hand, the tall Dane was talking leisurely to his 'sister'.

"Ahem…it's done" he cleared his throat. Denmark gave one last big grin before jumping to the cool waters. The girl tossed him some goggles which he caught.

"Okay, good luck tito…we'll be waiting for you there" waved the young girl as the boat hummed away. The Dane fixed his wetted hair away from his face and placed the big goggles before going down the clear blue waters again.

The snow was falling softly as the newly risen sun reflected on each flake of snow. The mansion made the American oblivious of the time, it was when they made their way out did he even bother to look at his watch, which he timed with Finnish time. It was six in the morning.

"Hey, Alfred. It's time for battle" squealed the violet-eyed nation as he jumped up and down. America looked up only to be hit with a small snowball to his face.

"No fair sneak attack" laughed Alfred. "So…whoever calls quits first loses?" he asked while making his own snowball.

"Yup. Easy as that! That is the only rule…anything goes" he smiled. "Now meet my army!"

"What do you me-" drum rolls filled the blonde's ears. With his mouth hanging low, he gasped. Life-sized toy soldiers marched dutifully across the horizon. He looked at Finland who gestured him to look up. America placed his hands over his forehead to block the rays of sun but the beautiful yellow-orange sun was slowly blocked by buzzing objects. He removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes. It couldn't be.

"Kamikaze planes?!" his eyebrows twitching. 'give me a break' he sighed, to think that he thought this would be more on fun and building closer ties and not on trying to kick his ass again. Which never happens, he might add.

"So what do you think of my army?" asked Tino with a face of determination. Sealand was behind him cheering his papa on. "I never said I'd let you win!"

"So where's my army?" America smiled, already imagining how grade A fucking awesome his army would be. Finland looked away, a bit embarrassed, he smiled pathetically.

"Y-you see…um…I didn-" "What the Hell? This is so not fair! I wanted my own awesome army!"

~Awkward Silence~

He started throwing a tantrum in the snow, rolling around in the white fluff. 'Damn it, I have to think of something quick' he said faking his tantrum which made his friend tensed and worried. He suddenly felt wooden arms pick him up.

"P-please America calm down!" Finland tried to calm the American who was faking it so convincingly. America whined louder, trying to coax Finny to come nearer. "I-I'm sorry…would you like some candy?" His eyes went wide but looked away pouting. He started flailing once more as the soldier from behind grabbed him by the collar.

"Oh…um…chocolate?" Finland was just inches away. Perfect. He smacked him with a soft snow ball, not wanting to hurt him. He slammed his hand to the smaller man's head and pushed it down making his legs kick the soldier's chin; he was like a see-saw. The wooden man let go and America flipped back to his feet, back facing Finland. He gave a small smirk before running away.

"S-saada hänet!" he ordered frantically his soldiers who blocked America's escape route. America wasn't even scared. He grabbed one of the wooden planks and threw it up so high that it hit two planes. He started fighting his way out.

"En aio menettää sinua myös!" said America in Finland's native tongue. A glint of intelligence in the blonde's eyes made Finland tense up.

Two planes crashed down leaving trails of vapor, not smoke…

America never felt this free around other people before. He never wanted people to know he understood what they said about him in their native tongues. He might've gave a small hint to Finland, but now he wasn't even considering saying something so incredibly stupid that would make the stunned Finland laugh or mock him. He remembered England and France saying how much promise he had when he was still young. He didn't understand why they don't say that anymore. He's still a powerhouse…but people still called him dumb. Except for a few and for the past few weeks…he never felt so accepted.

America smiled and whistled an ear-piercing sound when he placed his two fingers inside his mouth. The noise was loud enough to make the father and son cover their ears. Suddenly the whistle was replied by a loud screech and clopping hooves.

"Ahusaka! Waasamowin!" the American started talking in the language that neither understood. He waved high with a big smile. The two turned around in surprise.

A white horse with patches of brown on its body and fairly golden mane galloped with its one brown eye and blue eye glaring at the father and son. He ran past them only barely missing them. The father and son were then confronted by an abnormally large bald eagle with red and black striped pointed on its beak. Finland securely placed his arms over Sealand.

"Ahusaka!" scolded the American in a commanding voice. The eagle gave one last glare before heading off with America and the horse to the woods.

The ground started shaking causing the horse to rear. America whispered and patted the horse by its withers instantly calming the beautiful beast.

"You are not getting away that easy!" said a childish English voice. Alfred looked up in utter disbelief. It was A SATAR WARS WALKER! How the hell did he have one?

"Papa and Dad made it! Snow and Ice! They are so cool! Hey could I get one of your pets?" he asked.

"No way, Dude! They're not my pets…their friends!" America darted passed the slow walker, causing the small…er nation(?) to throw a tantrum. The ground shook violently causing Finland to lose footing. America, on the other hand, successfully reached the forest.

"WAAAH! I failed you…papa!" the walker started stomping fast causing deep depressions in the snow until it ultimately got stuck.

"Oh don't worry, lapseni, he has to come out of there sooner or later" the motherly man tried calming his son. He wasn't too good at dealing with tantrums like Sweden. Oh he's beloved Sweden.

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"Long time, no see!" America smiled looking at his two friends. The two snorted and looked away. "Hey, what's wrong?"

The horse neighed and the eagle screeched. "I wasn't gone for that long…geez!" America answered.

"Ahusaka!" he called on the eagle. "Gather all the birds you can find." The eagle nodded before heading up to the newly lit sky.

"Waasamowin, we are gonna find some ground forces" the young American yanked his horse's mane playfully as he went deeper into the woods.

His two animal friends aren't really your typical horse and eagle. Guess the fact that they got just in time to save Alfred was already a red flag. Anyway, they've been with him as long as he could remember. Waasamowin was the only horse Alfred knew before the Spaniards reintroduced the species. He carried the wind with him in every gallop. Ahusaka always did seem more attached to Alfred and always hung around even when he didn't need help. Every flap of his wings was like thunder deafening anything near him.

"…good to have you back, you big lug!" he patted one of his friend's ear which gained a playful whinny.

The blue sea invigorated the Scandinavian. The reef was breath-taking. The fish were whimsical. He went deeper to the cool waters. He loved going to beaches, especially in places like this. Warm sand, colorful fish, loud nights, and the lapis lazuli waters, what more could he ask for?

He resurfaced, finally getting serious in catching fish. First of all, he wasn't used to catching fish in sea without a net. But maybe, he did have a net. He looked at his wet and heavy shirt and started to tie the sleeves closed. He went back down the waters and allowed the shirt to sink idly waiting for fish to get near.

Like a charm, fishes were starting to venture in the net. A few anchovies and other small fishes that he didn't quite know were trashing about inside the make-shift net. He smiled and collected his bounty. He looked at the squirming fishes that were trapped in his shirt which was a gift from Sve and Finny on his birthday.

Once he resurfaced, he looked at the distant island in front of him and the open ocean facing his back. He took the open ocean. He wasn't finished yet. He swam fast as he could, trying his best to cover as much distance as he could.

He resurfaced for dire air. He was starting to tire, but being the exuberant Dane he was, he was definitely far from giving up. He waited there for minutes, waiting for signs of his soon-to-be feast. The silence made the European flinch.

Suddenly he caught sight of something. He heard those all too familiar squeals and smiled.

Dolphins, the smart-asses of the sea.

He swam after them even though he knew dolphins are one of the most dangerous predators over-looked by man.

'Where there's dolphin, there's Tuna!' he exclaimed mentally. He was going to make sure he comes to shore with a monster fish. He didn't give a crap that they were huge. He's killed bigger. Not scared of their lethal trashing. He's skinned things more dangerous. Not even scared that it's fast. He's caught things faster than Sleipnir.

'Wait, those were all on land, moron!' with that thought popping to his head, he slowed up a bit. This was completely out of his element. He wasn't aquatic, he couldn't make traps here. Then he thought of the sweet smile his Alfie would make in the morning, after he shakes and crushes that lazy-ass of his. Alright, he wasn't gonna give up now. He swam as fast as he could, trying to catch to the marine mammals.

The next thing he knew was that he was grabbing a rather angry dolphin by the dorsal fin. He yanked it in success, slapping its back as if it was its ass. 'Ja, du er min tæve nu!'

He let out a huff of bubbles. He saw what he was looking for, that big fat fish that was always sliced and canned. Omega-3 rich and delicious, he was already getting hungry. Thankfully the dolphin passed the tuna just by a bit. He removed himself from the dolphin and collided with the disoriented tuna. He immediately wrapped his fish-filled shirt on the tuna's face forcing it to calm down which it didn't. The emerald cloth was now stained with fish blood. Guess force feeding it wasn't such a great plan.

'Damn it, and I loved this shirt too!' the irritated Dane started punching that stupidly big eye of the fish. He pried its gills wide making the giant even more agitated. It flipped Denmark over with its tail and gaping mouth injuring the Dane's hands and forearms. But this only made Denmark's grip tighter. Nothing made him want prey more than the fight. This is definitely going to be worth it. The trashing fish suddenly flailed so much that its whole dorsal fin ran through the Dane's pale mid section causing some blood to drip; at least it was just a shallow slice. The man allowed the fish to escape for a while.

'Should I use it now?' he asked himself mentally. No one was around so why not. He closed his eyes for a moment. Allowing it to flow through his veins. His skin started to glow subtly of transparent powder blue. His skin started showing cracks as if it was ice breaking, those breaks were his veins. His large wound slowly disappearing as the glacial effect spread across his body. His eyes opened in haste, dilated like an animal's but still retaining the clear piercing blue if not emulating it further with the subtle glows it left as he moved his head. The goggles he was wearing started fogging up due to the cold.

He didn't look anything like Ice Man or an ice sculpture. It was as if his skin was a picture, a vivid picture of ice cracks in a pristine frozen lake and it did nothing to hide or dilute any of the hard-cut features of his body.

He swam faster this time going deeper to find the fish in refuge. His eyes saw everything in painful accuracy. He extended his hands and clenched it. The fish suddenly stopped moving as if it was being grasped by something. The European moved in closer clasping the Tuna by its gills and slowly allowing his hands to do its work. In a matter of seconds, the fished became less agitated as the water present in its gills slowly turned to icy slush.

Matthias swam upwards with the exhausted fish. As he went nearer to the surface the more his skin came back to normal, the glacial glaze slowly 'melting' and replaced with the pale but somewhat lively skin.

He could see the shore only less than a kilometer away. He never swam this far before…must be luck. He finally felt wet sand on his feet and his body getting embraced by the salty wind as he dragged the weak giant to shore.

TUNA's POV (LOL)

The fish was still trashing about but for quite some time it accepted its fate. Yup, he was dinner but it was honorable, he wasn't harpooned by a man in a boat or snagged in a net, he was captured with two hands and a shirt. That was the most honorable death a fish could ask for. The fish heard waves crashing on sand; he felt the grainy feeling of it. He was happy that before he dies he could see the shore…what was a beach, something no fish like him as ever seen. Maybe this was how his mother died. But he doubted it was like this, as if he was a warrior being laid in laurels of his glory, his life flashed in seconds, his time when he was just a fry to finding his mate, hoping for his children to live. He was happy.

"Aw fishy! I am so sorry I have to kill you!" sobbed the Danish man as he hugged the fish tighter. He did have some weird attachment to his prey, once. Those were the days when his stubby legs would try to catch up to rabbits or foxes, sometimes fawn. He wanted to make sure that their last moments were happy and that they were respected. He wanted them to know that they'd live on…in his stomach. What strange things crossed the baby Denmark's brain? However, as he grew the colder his heart got cold…to the point that even killing a person didn't make him flinch. But the last few weeks reverted him back to those simpler times. A small smile crept the Dane's charming face.

He got a large rock and smashed the head of the giant fish. "Sleep tight" he whispered at the freshly killed fish. He washed his bloodied shirt with the salty water before wringing it fairly dry. He also started washing some wounds he got from the fallen tuna. He draped his green shirt and looked at the big mouth-watering fish as his gut grumbled hungrily. "Thank you, friend!"

"America!" Shouted Tino holding Sealand close behind. It's been twenty minutes since he left and he hasn't come back yet. Maybe the Kamikaze planes were too much or maybe bribing him with candy was making him look too much of an idiot. He should've gone with snow bazookas like what Sweden said.

'Those eyes' his mind went to those shiny blue eyes. It was always gleaming with childish aloofness but why did his eyes flashed differently? It looked like he was…actually thinking. Maybe he was just surprised with the horse and eagle. But he spoke Finnish! He didn't even stutter…okay maybe he practiced. Who was he kidding? It's as if everything he thought he knew about Alfred was kicked out of the door.

"Papa? What's wrong?" asked Sealand. Finland just smiled and played with his son's hair. "Oh nothing, just remember never judge people so superficially, okay?" Sealand nodded.

Their attention was now directed towards the sound of a snapping branch. "Uncle America?"

There was no answer. Finland moved in closer to inspect who or what it was. He was only greeted by a loud roar.

"Peter, RUN!" shouted Tino, as a giant bear leapt out of the bush causing Sealand to run. He glanced back looking at his dad who was gesturing to go back to the house. "Papa!"

"No, Just go back! I'll be fine!" Finland smiled confidently. He carried pregnant reindeers for miles for God's sake. He can do this. He looked at the bear, the bear roared loudly. Finland plopped to the ground pathetically. 'Okay, I guess I have to lay low for awhile' he chuckled quietly.

Sealand ran away in tears. He was so scared of what could happen. He was afraid of losing his dad. He has never felt this loved in years and he never felt love for a family unit too. He wasn't going to let him fend for himself. He was gonna call daddy Sve and let him beat the crap out of that bear.

He unlocked the door and went rushing to the phone. He dialed his dad's number. He didn't pick up. He called Norway but he wasn't home either. He called Iceland but Hong Kong answered it.

"H-hong Kong? What're you doing there?" shouted the child.

"Icey invited meet to hang out…oh yeah he said that you shouldn't call him again. Bye!" "Bu-But~!" he got cut off. Suddenly, loud knocks echoed along the empty house.

Sealand's heart pumped faster. Was it the bear? Was it papa? He slowly grabbed the baseball bat conveniently placed in front of him. He grabbed it tightly.

"P-papa?" no one replied. This made him tenser than he already was. He crept his way to the door. He opened the door in a pace that a snail could be considered a cheetah. He slammed the door and flailed his bat screaming in an irritatingly high pitch. When he felt nothing, he slowly grew silent until he stopped altogether. He slowly opened his eyes to see a small fluffy squirrel.

~*CUTE*~ the rodent started cleaning its ears.

~*CUTE*~ the rodent sneezed cutely.

~*CUTE*~the rodent looked at Sealand

~*CUTE*~ the rodent gave Sealand an acorn.

"Oh sorry…but I can't eat that" smiled Sealand weakly. He was replied with silence. The squirrel looked blankly.

"CHARGE!" yelled an all too familiar American loud-mouth. The squirrel started foaming in the mouth and attached itself to Sealand's face. The young boy stumbled back hitting the wall behind him. He then started banging his head to the wall trying to get the pretentious animal off from his face to no avail. He let out desperate groans after another. He was then attacked with a flurry of snowballs… thrown by birds. He was defenseless. More rodents crawled over his body.

"At ease" ordered the American. The boy opened his eyes to see his cool-looking uncle. Alfred smiled.

"Hey, little dude…where's your papa? I totally wanna show him my awesome army!"Suddenly America turned to look around nervously. He came closer to his nephew. "Is he hiding?…this a trap?"

Peter started crying. "He…isn't!" America grew concerned and knelt down to be in level with the weeping eyes before him.

"What's the matter? Little dude?" he asked rubbing the small forearms of the child.

"p-papa…he's in the woods…bear!" he sobbed loudly.

"A bear?! It's not nice to mess with others, little bro!" he looked at the young boy who's eyes wouldn't stop crying. America knew that he wasn't lying. "Where is he?"

"Forest…I *sob* already told you t-that! Are… you deaf?" the child answered angrily with his hands rubbing his eyes. The young man laughed and pulled him to his feet. He carried him on his shoulders and whistled loudly making his two friends approach him, fairly weary of the child he carried.

"Show me where he is then!" smiled America. Sealand wiped his tears and gave a small smile followed by a nod. They got on the large horse.

"Ahusaka! Fly ahead!" waved America before the horse galloped as fast as the wind. The boy gripped tightly on the child-hearted man's shirt as the horse quickened its pace to an all time high.

"You'll get used to it!" America smiled with his hair dancing with the wind. Sealand gripped on tighter scared of falling.

He was above the mouth of an active volcano. Really, he wasn't near the mouth… he was at the center, the only thing keeping him from falling was a screen…a screen that started getting hot. The sweating European looked to his side, annoyed.

"Why am I the only one cooking?" he asked only wearing his boxer-shorts. The two Filipinos were in a daze of heat, administration, and lust. The Dane's voice snapped them out and then they started reclining their benches enjoying the cold iced tea and the mobile AC they brought along.

"It's your test tito! You agreed to this!" said Santiago as he raised his glass. Maria nodded.

"Fine" scowled the Dane. He looked at the Tuna he gutted, cleaned, and sliced earlier with no one to help him for that matter. Why was he getting so worked up? The last two centuries consisted him being alone with beer in hand 24/7. Maybe it was because for the last month, he didn't have to be alone. He flinched.

'Stupid America…making me fall in love… ugh! The heat's just getting to me!" The man thought as he was being smoked. He smiled through it even though his feet were being seared by the hot metal. At least his friend was almost ready. He got some chicharon he bought along the way. Who knew that a random vendor would be selling fried pork skin in a deserted island? He dipped the crunchy puff in a vinegar and pepper mix. At first he didn't even like the taste but the more he ate, the more he got used to it, especially since America had tons of it in his apartment. 'This stuff is a good distraction from roasting those two alive!'

He looked at the two tanned youngsters who were staring at him. 'Haven't they seen anybody cook before?' Suddenly they felt the ground shaking. The Dane's eyes went wide when Lava started pushing upwards.

"TITO DENMARK! Get the hell out of there!" shouted to Filipino boy. He didn't have to tell him twice. He got his shorts and shirt but something stopped him. His stomach grumbled and looked at the fish. He was torn…

"TITO!" Screamed the agitated duo. Denmark pranced and got the heavy fish and the fried pork skin before running…actually surpassing the younger Filipinos. "damn, du er for langsom!"

The strong man scooped the two teens who were still holding their iced tea. He was thirsty…

"tito…look some ice tea~" cooed the girl bringing a cold cup in front of him. He ran faster and faster. He needed that glass of tea right now.

The lava was gaining slowly…not that the Dane was actually paying attention to it. He suddenly tripped letting all their faces scrape the grainy sand.

"ICED TEA!" Shouted Denmark as if somebody died. Maria and Santiago started dragging him away from mourning over the empty glass. Then Denmark stopped. "THE FISH!" he pointed out.

"No tito! It's too dangerous." But he didn't reply he ran for the fish dragging it with the lava only inches behind him. He jumped into the boat which was already meters away but the lava was faster. Even though the water cooled the oozing liquid fast, a lot more followed the pursuit. The boat was close to being burned.

The Dane got up with his glacial-patterned skin reforming once more. He stretched his right hand out and a suddenly strong winter winds collided with the hot liquid. The boat was violently swaying as the winds completely extinguished the lava leaving the tropical duo shivering with snot-sicles. Matthias slid to his knees feeling very exhausted. The two Filipinos placed their hands over him…making sure he was alright. Their eyes went wide as the icy image splashed across his body started to fade.

He looked at them with his eyes puckered and his lips pale "VAND!" he whispered voicelessly. He was now dehydrated!

"Oh um…here tito" said the young girl giving him a large jug of water that didn't even last a minute.

"More!" He grabbed the other bottle in front of him. The two Filipinos looked at each other obviously dumbfounded at what just happened.

"Did I…Did I pass?"

"with flying colors…Let's celebrate!"

The bear crept closer the lying body. It sniffed, seemingly unconvinced with the display. He knew the Man before him wasn't dead…and if he were dead, why would he waste food? He grabbed Finland by the collar and dragged him off.

"I guess my plan backfired" he smiled weakly. He wished somebody was there to scare the bear away. It's not that he couldn't fight the bear it was more on he doesn't want Sweden to kill the bear with his bare hands in front of Sealand. He could smell the disgusting fish smell puffing from its nose.

He suddenly heard a screech followed by a pained growl. He was suddenly tossed to the side. He opened his eyes seeing America's eagle attacking the large bear.

"PAPA!" he heard his child yell. The young boy was riding America's horse with the owner making sure his son wouldn't fall. Alfred then jumped off the horse and rolled to the snowy ground. He looked at the bear dangerously taunting it to attack which it did. Luckily, the strong nation dodged the attack and grabbed its head from behind.

"This would be so much easier in PS3!" he yelled straining to keep the bear at bay. The giant ball of brown fur lashed out slicing into the American's arm. But the stubborn nation didn't even flinch. He tossed the bear down to the snow.

He started whispering something to the bear's ear but this just aggravated it more. Alfred carried the bear like it was nothing and tossed it away in anger. The bear was sent flying like team rocket.

He looked at the father and son and gave a thumbs-up but winced a bit immediately. He fell to the ground as he saw the amount of blood escaping his forearm. He also noticed another mark under his collar bone.

'America…ALFRED!'

'U-uncle America?'

Everything went black.

The hero woke up in a very soft sofa…he looked at the clock and it was already 5 in the afternoon. Was he asleep for that long? He was sure that the bear wasn't the thing that tired him out, it was definitely the long travel time and lack of sleep…maybe he should sleep some more but he had to tend to his wounds first.

"So y're aw'lke alr'dy" said a cold Swedish voice. He looked up to see Sve sitting in a comfortable lazy boy against the fireplace.

"Oh…yeah. Haha" he looked around to see a bandage wrapped around his forearm and under his collarbone circling is armpit.

"Th'nk you for sav'ng m' w'fe" he nodded his head a bit. Alfred hissed as he repositioned his body to sit properly with his feet on the floor. For him, it wasn't a big deal…it always made him smile when people are safe and happy. Plus, that's what a normal person would do.

"Oh no, it's not a big deal" he waved it off which shocked the Swedish man. America tensed.

"I…ah…I mean. DUH, of course like I'm the hero…so it's my job! Yeah…er…HERO!" he said incoherently.

Sve smiled "Ya d'n't have to h'de America. F'nny 'lready t'ld me 'bout y'r Finnish sk't!" America smiled just a bit.

"Tack då för er varmt välkomna" answered America running his hand through his honey-blonde hair. Berwald's eyes flashed with surprise at first before closing it for a small smile. "I'll be getting out some beer…th'nk of 't as a c'l'br'tion, y' m'ght not've p'st my w'fe's test, b't savin' 'm is far m're adm'rable!" The Swedish man left the main lounging area heading towards the kitchen. America's smile grew larger…he was one step closer to finishing this. A step closer to be with him again. FUCK YEAH!

He inched to the fire place, sitting on his butt with his feet bent inward. He placed his hands near the fire, closing his eyes. He chanted an unknown language as the fire started to move towards him but not touching him. The murmurs intensified as tribal tattoos that looked like feathers spread across his back then coming to his arms… moving slowly with the chants. It swayed down to his forearms. It went down his neck too, crossing the small crucifix necklace he wore. The fires danced with a spiritual, comforting glow, like a mother's embrace. His roots…the spirits of the American prairies, the forests, the shores…the people of the land. His eyes opened, showing topaz-yellow eyes. The chanting stopped and he smiled happily as he got back to his seat.

"Good as new!" he cheered as he looked under the bandages. His eyes reverted back to his ocean-blues. He heard whimpers and saw Sealand looking at him in admiration and confusion.

America gestured him to be quiet with a wink. The little boy just nodded. Something's are best kept secret.

"I g't th' b'st beer here!" said a smiling Sweden with two mugs of beer.

"AWESOME! SVE DUDE!"America cheered running up immediately to his new brother-in-law and grubbed the beer with his supposedly damaged arm. Sweden raised an eyebrow but decided not to bother with the details.

"Peter…why do you look so tense?" asked the concerned father. Sealand just shook his head looking at his American uncle who placed a finger in front of his mouth and winked with his open eye…

still yellow.

YUP. THE COUPLE HAS A VERY WIERD SECRET. Think of it this way...they have their own bunch of magical beliefs...so even thought they're modernized these powers still presents their selves when called onto. every country has one. some are just more active.

I'm not finsihed yet...Iceland and Sweden...FrUk are next

Finland says attack

America says to finland...I won't give up too...then thanks for the warm welcome to Sve

Denmark says...what the fuck is wrong with me...then I'll make u my bitch...then Why are you to slow...then WATER!

ALSO I HAVE A NEW STORY ANOTHER DENAME...please READ! rated M