Author's note:

Hiya! I really like this one...Oh yeah, this is the end of arc 2. I'll be making 2 more. One is pretty serious and dark but the last one is more light-hearted, comedic, with a lot of fluff and smut. so bear with me. I've already started on the next arc...It's like two stories in one.

Get ready for the next arc: Bloody Mirror and the Nyx's Lace.

DENAME FOREVER. Please support...thanks for the views, thanks for still reading this one. although I hope more people would comment, u know just to know if you wanted to share ideas and stuff and built a better DenAme community! LOL. I am noticing that i really like writing Norway's parts lately.

"I don't see why you can't just move in to my house?!" shouted America across the living room. They had their fair share of arguments but a whole week of one in a span of the three-week old relationship was just ridiculous.

Denmark got his grey wool trench coat from the couch and placed it on top of his red and black flannel shirt and faded jeans. He looked angrily at his young lover "We've already been through this Alfred; I AM STILL A COUNTRY WITH RESPONSIBILITIES! I can't simply leave my home and go to your house." he answered.

"Oh yeah right, all you do is go to Norway's house and annoy the crap out of him!" Alfred said with crossed arms. "Plus, you seem to handle your work well even if we're still in freakin' Japan" he added.

"That doesn't mean I don't have a crap load of work back at home!" the Dane pulled on his own hair in annoyance. His boyfriend was driving him nuts, he demanded too much from him and he thought girls were high-maintenance. "How about you, have you considered moving in with me?"

"Oh, hell no. I'm already piling up a ton of work load just 'cause I'm in Japan for almost a month now…spending time with MY LOVABLE DANISH MAN!" he shouted sarcastically "Why the fuck would I move to your country, isn't it like the 133th largest country in the world?" he asked mockingly.

The Dane gritted his teeth as his face turned bright red in anger "You know as well as fuck that that's just the metropolitan part of my country or have you forgotten about Greenland and Faroe Islands again?" he walked up to his boyfriend, infuriated.

"How can I forget? I'm freaking Einstein either way, I'm still like the 3rd largest country and you're just the 12th…that means I have a lot more responsibilities than you" he glared deeply to his boyfriend's icy-blue eyes. Denmark was pushed aback feeling a stabbing pain in his heart.

"Are you even listening to yourself, Alfred? Where the fuck did you get those words, huh? My country is still a country that needs attending to…size doesn't matter…we are always going to be busy, it's our job" he said trying his best to seek reason. He turned his back. "I thought I saw you for who you really are." he turned his head, giving America a glimpse to his cold eyes. "But now, I think you were just fucking me up for some shitty plan…"

America bit his lips and looked away. The Dane turned around fully with his arms crossed "As long as we're being truthful here…I think that your bagels are fucked up, your beer's lousy, and your cross-over shit is just a pitiful way of showing that you. don't. have. originality. You are just a FAKE. NOBODY." Matthias was mad; he didn't know what he was saying. He felt something in his heart…guilt …anguish…but he was so pissed that he didn't care anymore.

"So…uh, L-lu, how to do you feel about…you know…me and him?" America asked his Norwegian friend as they trekked deeper into a forest. Norway was silent while he pondered for a concrete answer.

"I've been under four-hundred years of darkness because of him but I'd be lying if I didn't say I'm happy for both of you." He gave a small smile.

"But…ah…don't you have any worries?" Alfred asked again. This time Norway was clearly surprised but looked at him with very calm eyes.

"What's going on? Don't tell me you want to back out now?" he stopped in his tracks and turned his body to face the younger nation.

"It's not that, it's just… I'm scared what others might say behind our backs, you know? I've never exactly dated anyone before him. Plus, others don't exactly like me and with him dating me…wouldn't they start hating him too?" America with worried eyes looked at Norway.

"You mean Europe, right? *sigh* our continent is full of grudges and a lot of our neighbors harbor them against each other. Some people are bound to hate him…it's not really you. Also, they're just scared of you, most of the times…and being insensitive is just a way to cope." He let out a heavy sigh.

"D-do you hate him? Or do you 'love'him?" said the young nation in a tense posture and determined face.

"I don't hate him. I love him like a brother. It's just really hard not to even if he made as live like dogs long ago." Norway started walking again causing America to follow.

"But…I also want you to be safe and happy with him. He really needs it and you need it. Just be careful." Cautioned Norway with his firm hands on the American's shoulder.

"I believe in fate and if you two are meant for each other…Fate will push you two closer…just enjoy the ride. His fair to everyone" Lukas pointed up to the sky.

Alfred smiled as the beam of sunlight made the snowy forest glisten.

"Well what about you? You always think you're right and you don't give a damn for anybody else's say in anything. YOU ARE A FUCKING BULL IN A CHINA SHOP. And YOU ARE SO LOUSY IN BED. Honestly, I thought that the 'King' would be better than that. Oh, and when you bottom you always have your tongue out like a whore and I feel like your mother trying to push it back in its place!" Alfred's face was so hot you could fry eggs on it. He felt those words escape from his mouth and immediately wanted to take it back. It wasn't true…he never felt that way towards his beloved Dane. But hell would freeze over before he'd take anything back.

Denmark looked down and chuckled softly "Well if that's how you feel…to think I almost asked my boss to request for more 'special relations' with your country" his smile was big and his eyes were hazy looking off the distance.

"What? Like a union? Like the Kalmar union? Thanks, but no thanks." He crossed his arms as he saw his boyfriend's dazed smile transform to a scowl. "You can't handle yourself with people, you can't handle yourself when you're alone and I'm pretty sure I won't last long in an abusive relationship." Ranted the American blabber-mouth.

The Dane couldn't speak. He felt his soul crumble as he was reminded of the monstrosity he became as the King of Scandinavia. He could hear the wails of his fellow Nordics, the howls of the unforgiving wind, and his own tears that dripped in time with his blood. He closed his eyes as he rushed towards the door. He couldn't see that damned American's face again; maybe that's why the world hated him. It was all too clear for Matthias…this was a big mistake. THIS WAS THE BIGGEST MISTAKE IN HIS LIFE.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" his boyfriend bitched out. Denmark gave him a look that could have melted him. Alfred was frozen in place as cold winds picked up from behind the Viking.

"You know… I'm not the only one that's abusive." He bowed mockingly. "I'd rather be alone than be with an unstable asshole!" The Dane glared down with his axe pointed at his lover. "You should probably start taking medication now or are you too suicidal or maybe homicidal for that shit?" Matthias snickered in disgust. Alfred could already feel the blow…he wasn't some crack-head…but he tried taking his own life more than once…at times where he felt a world without America was definitely a world without hate. In a span of less than a century, he's already tried cutting himself off ten times, none ever being successful…but the satisfaction of being almost dead was something Alfred twistedly treasured.

"G-get out!" shouted America, his eyes gave in. Torrents of tears soaked the floor as he pointed at the door. The Dane turned around but stopped at the handle giving a pained look his boyfriend couldn't see.

"See ya 'round, Ass-merica!" Denmark waved his hand in the air as he put on his coat.

"Don't count on it, Reluctant Bastard!"

"Mattie…do you really like me being with Al?" asked the Dane as he pushed his hands deeper to his warm pockets.

"I'm okay with it, honestly. But…I'm scared, I can't help but worry. I-it's not you but…he's never been in a serious relationship before. I don't know what'll happen to him if you two don't work out. And what about you? Why the sudden question?" Canada looked at the taller man, with his strong violet eyes

"I don't know. I'm just realizing now that I'm in a real relationship. Nothing forced, nothing fake." He said calmly letting out a warm breathe that was visible due to the cold forest air.

"I'm sure even he's realizing it right now" the Canadian man patted his brother's boyfriend's back.

Denmark chuckled loudly before quieting down "I'm just scared that we're burning too bright…only to get put out in the end, ved du hvad jeg mener?" Matthew nodded using only context to understand him. "What if he starts resenting me along the way?"

"Have you asked yourself if you're the one who'd start resenting my brother?" the Canadian said in a concerned manner. The Dane nodded.

"From time to time, I do…I-I don't want that to happen."

"The funny thing about flames is that there'll still be coal and wood to keep it alight, in some sense." Canada smiled.

"Let life take its course. Enjoy him while you can."

"I will." Answered Denmark with a small smile…trying not to let the words get to him.

The door slammed behind Denmark. America felt his knees shake and his heart break. So, this was how a three-week old relationship dies. Silent tears streamed down his eyes as he felt the remaining piece of his pride smashed into millions of pieces. He was right, that bastard. He was once a nation trying to keep himself alive and his people happy but along the road…his world was spun to a web of darkness. The inviting words of death were his music under his smile.

He was once 'us, the people' not 'I, the person'. Then he became a power house. That changed everything. All eyes were on his every move…waiting for a time to slip up and when he did it was him against the world, literally. He always wanted to say something like 'it hurts' or 'I'm not all burgers', but he couldn't. He was afraid that his true self would be more hated than he was now. An America that wasn't naïve was an America to be feared...an America to be feared was better annihilated.

His knees gave way and he was now weeping in the ground, none can compare to the despair he felt…not even his darkest moment, the day he was left alone to wallow in misery. The days were his throat was slit and his wrists were slashed.

He promised that he won't leave…He promised to love him for Alfred not America… "You promised to love me…for me". No one ever got to see the side of Alfred that he hid. But now, he wasn't loved anymore …the person he cared about and cared about him was gone. The warm feeling of his tight hug or his sweet and genuine kiss…his eyes that always made him calm down…his persuasive smile…were gone, no one's left but him. The room was dark once more.

"So now, Alfred your challenge is to get out of the woods on your own, if you can't…then at least keep yourself alive. I'll come and get you tomorrow." Lukas turned away and left America in the deepest part of the forest. America looked curiously at the trees.

"Oh yeah…you can't use your powers or follow me. This is a very special forest." Added Norway. America gave out an inaudible scoff. The mysterious country disappeared leaving the young powerhouse behind.

"Can't use my powers? Yeah right." America smiled as he flapped his ethereal wings. He zoomed towards the morning sky, feeling the cool air around him. He felt happy for amount but suddenly he felt discomfort.

'Will we last?' he thought of his lover, afraid to know whether they'll just stop loving each other in the end.

Matthias walked as fast as he could to the elevator and ran out of it in an even faster pace. He bolted out of the building, not caring where he'd go…All he knew was that he's back at square zero. Alone. His last ray of Sunshine, the last one that didn't hesitate to love him back was gone. He gripped his axe tighter. He bit his lips as he tried not to cry…He held back sniffles and sobs as he ran, not caring how many people he caused to fall or stumble. He didn't care for anybody anymore. He'd be better off dead. He wanted to be.

The words like 'Kalmar' and 'abusive' were stuck in his head, making his brain throb in pain in time with hi s still beating but broken heart.

He was really a damned idiot. He shouldn't have let his mind get fucked by Spain. After the dissolution of the union…his boss, his devil of a boss started whispering things…things that threw him on the edge.

You aren't alone, you've got us…you don't need those stupid countries…you're the king!

How wrong he was… he tried getting everybody back…pestering them to always meet up for some idiotic reason. But the truth is he doesn't know what to say, he just blurts out whatever came to his mind so that he won't be alone.

But he still felt alone…he felt his brothers' wariness, they still couldn't forget even if they tried their hardest. All that changed when a certain American came into his life. He opened doors that he closed for centuries…he felt ease in his soul. He felt his nightmares go away. But he fucked it up again. That was what he was good at.

He looked around with puffy eyes and red cheeks. A bar was nearby and that meant having a reunion with his old friend, alcohol! He decided to board a plane next thing in the morning, not caring if he was going to be dying of alcohol poisoning. He'd lock himself up and won't go to any meetings again. It didn't matter, nothing mattered.

To think that he finally let someone in…only to get burned again.

"I think we're here." Said the Canadian pointing at the small lit clearing. The whole walk was unbelievably quiet, which was something Matthew didn't expect from the European.

"Oh…so you're leaving me here? How long?" Matthias asked straight to the point. It surprised the younger nation; he didn't know that he'll catch on this quickly.

"J-just for today. Try to make it out of this forest or at least survive the night, we'll be picking you up tomorrow." Canada smiled weakly as he patted Kumajirou's head.

"Okay then." Answered the Dane in a soft voice, still deep in his thoughts. Matthew gave a small nod before leaving him in peace.

'Is it all worth it?' wondered Matthias, fearing for the worst, fearing that he'll be left alone again.

It's three in the morning and Alfred hasn't stopped crying. If he was being honest, he felt so gay right now…I mean he did have a boyfriend but this was a bit too prissy for him. He kept trying to stop the tears from falling but it just won't, maybe after a hundred and forty years?

He hugged on his pillow tighter; Imagining Matthias was still with him. He was miles away from acceptance but something in him urged not to even consider coming close to that line. He closed his puffy eyes as he bit on his soft pillow. He was kicking himself…it was his fault. He shouldn't have pushed Matthias away. The Dane tried everything to make him see reason and all he did was kick his pride to the ground, like the dirty rat people thought America was.

'God…please don't let this be over. I can't. I just can't' he screamed inwardly. 'Please, I know you can hear me…I know you can'.

NOT FLASH-A-BACK-A

"D-d-da-amn i-i-it-t-t-t!" America said with chattering teeth as he rose from the supposedly frozen lake he fell on. 'I'm not used to this! Why couldn't he take me somewhere warmer?' He shivered wildly as he dragged his wings with every step. He shouldn't have stepped on the ice.

To make it worse he tripped on a rock and fell face first on sticky mud sludge. He groaned in annoyance. This was probably a bad day for him.

He sat under a tree as he huddled his limbs closer for warmth, He wiggled his toes to prevent hypothermia as well as his fingers. He desperately needed his wings to fluff up now…the down would make him feel warmer.

'I don't get it, why am I suddenly questioning our relationship? Why can't I just be the dumbass people saw me for? Life would be a lot less stressful. It's not like anybody wants us to last. If they did want us to be together then they wouldn't have put us through all this. I mean we're all busy…Tei' America grumbled a bit. Why was his heart becoming heavy?

*FLASH-A-BAK-A

*RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*

America groaned frustratingly, just what he needed a freaking phone call in the middle of his break down. He grouchily got his phone from the floor and looked at the screen.

'Tei-Tei'

He had a rock stuck in his throat. He tried his best to keep his heart beat slow. He tried to stop the sniffling and gagging from affecting his voice.

"H-hello?"

"Oh, AMERICA! *hic* so feakin' *hic* miss ya 'lready! *hic* did'ya know~ t-that WILD flamINGus are like totally *hic* gay-pink *hic* because of a hig-*hic*-igh concentration of Beta-Carotene *hic* in the *hic* plankton *hic* they eat? Åh min Gud, could you imagine if we *hic* did what they did? W-we'd be like PINKTU! If ya take 'way the Carotene… they *hic* turn pale, no wonder *hic* flamingos look so *hic* boring in zoos! THEY NEEDZ TO'BE WILD!"

"W-where are you?"

"Oh wait… Did ya know that *hic* Bismuth *hic* is the *hic* largest nat'rl'y stable 'lement!"

"Matthias! Where the hell are you?" he's been drinking too much again... wait he hasn't got drunk on anything for weeks until now. Now the American's problem was his boyfriend, or at least he still loves him like one, being a Smart-drunk!

"Oh… 'm in a…train *hic* stashun!" he slurred. America's jaw dropped, how the hell did he get signal there?

"Why're you there? Why did you call?"

"I can't *hic*go back th're…*hic* you made it clear that *hic* you didn't want me *hic* so I'm gonna *hic* freakin' sleep *hic* on a train!" he said just then America started to feel his eyes water again when he heard sniffles on the other line "I-I still love you, Alfred! I don't *hic* care if ya don't luv me *hic* back…I'll still love *hic*-ou!" America couldn't handle it anymore.

"DAMN IT, MATTHIAS, TELL ME WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, RIGHT NOW!" he growled extremely concerned. He'd see a flying pig swimming in Mariana's trench without any safety gear and burning in blue flames, before he'd even remotely consider leaving him there.

"Oh, 'm here in…AHHHHHH!" he yelled, Alfred kept yelling if the Dane was okay but he only heard gravel shuffling and Danish curses. "Matthias!" Then he heard a train coming. He kept yelling Denmark's name urging him to get out of the way and but he didn't hear his Dane's sweet voice. The sound was slowly getting softer until it was a complete dead silence.

America dropped to his knees…was he? Was Matthias gone? Alfred clenched his fist and pounded the floor. His eyes closed and his teeth clenched in anger. Why couldn't he be more careful? Why didn't he stop Matthias from leaving?

"Yo! *hic* Alfred, I'm in *hic* in Tokyo train station. Why *hic* wanna give me my *hic* grand farewell?" said the very drunk Dane.

America's eyes went wide, he fumbled his phone. "T-tei Tei, what the hell happened!?" America asked with his eyes reddening as if it wasn't red already.

"Oh I just…um *hic* fell on the *hic* rails and jumped out of the freak*hic* way before I became a squished *hic* bagel" America couldn't see it but Matthias was doing Italy eyes until his eyes drowsily opened. "Wait, d-did you just call me 'Tei *hic* Tei'?"

"Oh…um…Damn it, just don't move a muscle and I am going to pick you up!" he scolded his drunken boyfriend. His heart fluttered in joy and a bit of annoyance. He almost died of a heart-attack right there.

"…mph… kærlighed" he whispered on the phone with his voice shaking. America smiled weakly upon hearing his pet name "Keep your ass in one piece…would you?" He almost begged his now laughing boyfriend.

~DO NOT screw this up again~ said a strong whispering voice. Alfred stood up and wiped his tears and rubbed his nose, he was going to pick up a certain Dane that he was dying to kick in the ass. He smiled as he got his jacket.

*NOT A FLASH-A-BACK-A

Alfred smiled. Why was he getting so upset anyway? All that mattered was the love between them and if they wanted them to break-up, he'd wave a finger at them. 'He's the best thing that ever happened to me…and that's never happened before'

America stood up as he folded his wings back. He was in danger of hypothermia…but he'll live through it, what's more important is getting out of here. Then he can finally pick up where he and his lover picked off.

A song echoed throughout the station. Denmark had his whole body lying on the floor minus his head which was leaning against a concrete column.

Maybe he was a bit too hard on Alfred. He was just a young nation after all; he doesn't know all the ropes yet. Maybe it was just the alcohol talking but his boss might be able to understand him going away for awhile. Plus the internet was how people did it these days.

Besides, it's not like he didn't want to wake up next to him every day. He wanted to protect that rascal…He's been under a lot of condescending eyes lately.

"Damn *hic*, why can't *hic* people stop pick*hic* on him!" he shouted loudly. He remembered the great depression, he wasn't going to admit it but America wasn't entirely at fault…everybody had their own faults on it and there he saw the American just accepted it in behalf of the whole world. Why, he would've stood up and yelled how freaking assholes they were, his beloved America wasn't some scapegoat.

*NOT A FLASH-A-BACK-A

Denmark cursed and grumbled as he flicked his hands in a weird way. He kept forcing his powers to materialize but all he got was some weak blue sparks and puny winds. Did Canada put something in his pancakes?

He gave up. He lied there in the snow looking at the sky as it got dark. He looked at his small fire, just enough for two…he guessed. He sighed annoyed at the stupid feelings that plagued his mind. The unwelcomed feelings of uncertainty.

'I don't know what I'm gonna do if we do end. I'm just hopeless. I could've just held back…might've done both of us a favor. I'm not really the person to think things through, though. Maybe we should've started slower, just to get the feel of each other' Denmark looked longingly at the flame before snapping back up to the sky. 'Who am I kidding? This is the happiest I've felt in eons…but does he feel that way too?'

*FLASH-A-BACK-A

He started hearing footsteps and forced one of his eyes to see who it was. What he saw was perfection. His honey-blonde hair effortlessly parted on the side with that adorable cow lick as the divider. His complexion was not really tan but not dead-pale. His face strong yet boyish. His body was anything but obese or scrawny. And finally those eyes…like looking directly at the ocean.

"Tei-tei" The American hurriedly went to his boyfriend, Alfred's eyes were watery. He hugged him tightly eliciting tears from the Dane's icy-blues. Alfred then pulled away still holding his bigger boyfriend by his biceps and smacked his head.

"Ow... why did *hic* ya do that?" whined Denmark cutely.

"You made me worried sick! GOD, I almost thought that you were dead, Matthias!" huffed America like a mom.

"Did ya really mean it?"Asked the bigger Dane in a completely sober manner. America frowned. "Are ya afraid that I'll be abusive? Like I was before…am I really lousy in bed?" America shook his head. "Ya don't have to lie…I could ask pointers here and the-" he cut off by a needy kiss from Alfred. Denmark melted into it before pulling away. "Don't say that! You're the only one that made me feel safe and wanted." He kissed him again. "The only one that can make me moan like a whore every night!" he placed his head against Matthias's chest. "Don't change. I was stupid to say lies about you" he grew silent for a while "…did you really mean what you said…about me?" his head resting on Matthias's strong chest.

"No. Ya know people spit out lies when their pissed." He smiled weakly at his boyfriend. "I love the way you cook something different every time. You always try to help people even if they're practically doing everything to not even get close to you. …YOU ARE AN ORIGINAL, Alfred. I'd be damned next time I let somebody hurt you. You're the only one who made me feel less alone." he cupped the younger nation's cheeks. "Right back at'cha, Tei-Tei."

"mmm…carry me!" the Dane said with eyes closed and mouth pouting. He stretched his arms and legs out. America groaned and picked up his boyfriend. Denmark wrapped his hands around his boyfriend's nape and squeezed his thighs against the hips presented before him.

America blushed at how cute he was being. His boyfriend was always exciting and unpredictable. It was a good change from the monotony of his life. Their bodies faced each other and his intoxicated Dane started nibbling on his neck.

America suppressed a moan "…not now, please!" he growled. Denmark whispered something to his ear, making Alfred jump in his place but he remained adamant.

"Aw…no make-up sex?" sulked the drunk Matthias.

"We aren't finished with our talk…and besides I don't want to wake up next to you naked with the last thing you remember is being pissed" he answered.

"Come on, I remember everything when I'm drunk! *hic*"he slurred.

"Sure you do" said America sarcastically.

"EEYUP. 1867, that night in the bar. You saw me…I hugged you tightly…yer heart started to flutter…yer face was a tomato and you loved the way my awesome pecs were pressed to yer back!" he answered proudly with America blushing wildly.

"How-what? How do you remember that?" he asked in utter embarrassment.

"I don't know… I never forgot any of my drunken mem'ries!" said Denmark in a more sober manner. "Do you have a car?"

"Nope. We're walking"

Matthias started squirming "let go. I don't want to tire ya out, rascal!" he whined.

"It's no problem… please just get some rest" the American smiled at his boyfriend who was still a bit worried.

*NOT A FLASH-A-BACK-A

'Can't argue with the kid' Matthias had his hands under his head as he relaxed into a smile. 'I fell for an idiot…but I guess he fell for an idiot too. Screw them, I'm gonna make this work. I want this to have some sort of meaning. So be it if I get scarred….It's not like I don't have a couple dozen already.'

He did have many scars. His whole upper body was decorated with it. But it seems that in just a month, the scars on his forearms were starting to vanish, not to mention the large gash on his chest, hip, abs, upper back, his shoulders and biceps. Maybe all he needed was somebody for him to lean on…he accumulated all of them for the past centuries but not one of them started to fade until now.

'I really am an idiot in love with an idiot'

Matthias laughed loudly…he'll just get out of here first thing in the morning.

At least a half-hour through walking down the streets of Tokyo, America tried to restrain himself from all of his boyfriend's sexual advances.

"Hey, kærlighed, please put me down" said Denmark flatly, a lot more sober now. "No, you shouldn't walk yet" Alfred answered in concern.

"Please…I don't wanna go home yet…Let's just sit down." He said tiredly. America couldn't say no to him. He found a bench and carefully placed his boyfriend down who was gesturing the younger American to sit down with him.

"There was once a sprout." America looked at his nostalgic boyfriend. "It was put on some good soil and was tended to every day with love. The sprout had two caretakers before, both never met each other. They never crossed paths; they didn't know the other existed. Of course, the sprout had some shitty days too. Like this one time, it wasn't even watered for years. It wilted, but somehow out of nowhere, that very same sprout grew again. Around it were big trees, which seemed to always notice the sprout…but the sprout never noticed itself…it never thought it existed. After…uh , let's say, a hundred forty years…somebody dumped a crap load of Hungarian manure on it, at first it started to grow and grow but it ultimately shrunk down. Sometime later, a Russian blizzard covered its land. A lot of the trees thought the sprout wouldn't make it." He looked at his boyfriend with a cheesy grin.

"But it did and for the first time, it grew. After a century, it has finally recognized itself." The Dane grabbed Alfred's arm. "The two gardeners didn't know it but it was only when they worked together did the sprout started growing. They dug up the sprout from the snow and took care of it until it bloomed" America blushed finally getting what the story meant. America knew how much Denmark loved to write or make stories up. Was this the reason he was quiet the whole time?

"Then the caretakers started fighting over what soil should the beautiful sprout should grow in. the angry shouts of the two made the sprout frail and weak. So the awesome Danish one decided that it'll be better if they used the other's soil" he smiled brightly as his boyfriend "Truth be told, he didn't want to let the sprout die…or be alone" his eyes were asking forgiveness. America looked at those eyes for a second, as much as he wanted him to move in with him, he couldn't.

"But the more awesome American one said Danish soil was way better for the plant." He smiled ruffling his boyfriend's hair.

"kærlighed, you don't have to. I'll move in…I can operate away from Copenhagen…don't worry" he gripped his boyfriend's hand tighter.

"No, it's where you live and besides I've always wanted to stay there…like you said…internet!" he smiled.

"No! I am moving to America!"

"I said I'M MOVING TO DENMARK!"

They started laughing upon the realization. Were they really fighting about this again? They never let go of their hands…they didn't want to. But the dilemma wasn't even over yet.

America sneezed loudly. He had a cold…damn the cold waters. He looked at the starlit night. He couldn't fly out here, he tried but he always seemed to come back at the place Norway left him in. Also, if he kept flying, the less energy he had to last the night. So walking was the only option left.

"So much for getting out of here" muttered Alfred. He gave up hours ago. For the time being exploring wouldn't be so bad, right? The first thing America noticed was that the forest was dearth of animals. Only trees and shrubs were present. It was as if Norway wanted him to eat bark.

The American heard flickers of a small flame. He looked passed the dark trees and shrubs and saw an orange light. Could it be? America ran to the light, wanting to clasp the warmth.

"Lucky me." He smiled as he slid his way to the fire, placing his hands in front of it as he felt the warmth of the fire go through his body. It felt nice…almost as nice as Denmark's cuddles or his sweet words. For a Scandinavian country…he was extremely warm like a cushion but he was also warm to the point that he got colds fairly quickly.

'Been using the heater for too long…guess my tolerance to the cold kinda plummeted. Hehe' Alfred remembered the first time he saw him with a cold, few years before they got together.

He was also hard.

Alfred could feel his cheeks warm up as he felt a sudden urge to pleasure himself.

'If you were only here, Tei-Tei…how're you? Where are you?' He looked up the stars, one of their favorite things to do together.

"Gotcha!" somebody grabbed him from behind, he's voice was familiar. America knew only one person who had that voice.

"T-Tei-Tei?"

"Al?" the larger man released the young nation. America looked up and nodded with a teary smile. He felt huge arms crush him in a tight embrace. Alfred returned the favor and hugged him tightly too.

They felt the warmth of each other's bodies. Finally, they were together….

"A-A-ACHOOOOOOOOOO!" America sneezed loudly "S-sorry."

Matthias laughed as he hugged tighter but this time they sat down near the fire.

"How did ya get here? Min kærlighed." Asked the taller Dane then he pecked his beloved American's forehead.

"Norway told me to stay here for the night…or get out of here myself. I kinda picked waiting for him for the mean time" America answered openly.

"You're brother said the same thing!" Denmark nuzzled his face on the crook of America's neck, tickling his nose with his hair.

"…I am totally gonna make this work for us" Alfred smiled as he rubbed his runny nose.

"I'll do everything I can to keep our fire going too" Matthias smiled with tears daring to drop. He tossed some more firewood he gathered for the meek flame.

"The funny thing about flames is that there'll still be coal and wood to keep it alight" the American continued rubbing his nose as he uttered his brother's words.

"I'm pretty sure He'll give us a shot. He's a fair guy, ya know?" the Dane pointed up to the sky.

"Say…do you have something to eat?" asked the younger nation who hasn't eaten a thing since breakfast.

"I found some berries along the way…I've tried it about five minutes ago and I haven't started reacting so they're probably safe." The Scandinavian gave a sharky grin as he handed out a palm full of red berries.

America shoved it all to his face earning a forced smile from his boyfriend. Suddenly he also heard the Dane's gut grumble.

America looked down humiliated feeling how unfair he was being. He pulled him in for a kiss, portioning half of the juices to his mouth. Alfred felt weak all of the sudden as his Danish lover started to fight for dominance. But he did pull away eventually.

"It's way better when you're in it!' winked Denmark.

"Promise me that you won't leave." the young country rested his head on his lover's lap.

"Promise." Uttered the older one as he grabbed him for another tight hug before lying on the soft snow.

It was nice that America had someone to hold him. He felt safe, he really felt how young he was, and he felt protected.

Both of them slowly drifted to a content slumber.

Denmark pulled America in for a tight hug…the younger blonde felt safe as their hearts beat as one until he heard sniffles and sobs. Denmark's voice was shaky.

"Please…let me, I don't wanna be alone again. I love you, kærlighed" he said in between sobs. He kept repeating and repeating. "No more…lonely nights. I don't want to be alone. Don't go!"

"I know you don't want to be alone but you can't just leave your country" he rubbed his boyfriend's back.

"I'll visit, sometimes. What's more important is spending time with you." He answered hugging America tighter.

"Well what about…facebook or facetime? Er…skype?" asked America, he didn't want Matthias to regret this.

Denmark pouted… "Those things haven't been invented yet…it's like 2008"

(yup me breaks the rule of continuity…hey I did do it during the Karaoke battle, didn't I?)

A light bulb sprang out of Matthias's head. He looked at a curious American. "We have monthly meetings right?" America nodded. "Why don't I move down to your place and stay there for two weeks then we can book the same room during meetings?" America looked quizzically "Go on."

"Then the next month…I won't move down to your place and we'll just book another room for the next meeting. Then the cycle repeats, the month after, I'll crash at your house again!" he smiled. America looked unimpressed which made the Dane frown a bit.

"There's a flaw to your plan." He crossed his arms. "What? My Plan's flawless!" interjected the Dane.

"You forgot me moving up to your place!" smiled America. "You don't always have to book flights…I'll book flights to your place too. I want to know everything about my Tei-Tei's land." The smirk plastered on America's face made Denmark's face grin like a shark.

"So it's alternating. I go down +meeting. Meeting. You go up+meeting, Ja?" his boyfriend asked.

"Definitely" grinned America. He kissed the Dane on the forehead, before the Dane suddenly attacked his lips fiercely. He was doing it the way America loved, biting his bottom lips…sucking expertly. He was in heaven. The way he made their tongues twist and bend in ways thought impossible.

America snapped out of his trance…'guess he's still a bit drunk'. Denmark started straddling him. He kissed on Alfred's collarbone leaving hickeys again and not even caring that there were cars passing by. He pulled away.

"Damn, bare kneppe mig, Alfred ... kneppe mig hårdt!" he demanded in his hot native tongue. It's an uncommon treat to fuck the Dane, and it was a treat that Alfred would never refuse.

"B-but what about your back?"America asked cautiously.

"You'll carry me around!" he said with a grin.

"Well, we should probably continue this in our apartment" America pushed his boyfriend away and got to his feet. Denmark just lied down, smiling with flushed cheeks.

"Carry." He stretched out his arms "Don't wanna waste precious energy." He added.

"What about my energy?" America whined as he picked up the Dane like how he did before. It was a bit awkward in circumspect.

"I'll do all the work then!" he started licking and nibbling on his lover's ear before moving to his plump Adam's apple earning a sharp gasp.

"S-stop it!"

"Stop being so hot then!"

"Alright guys, we are here to pick them up!" smiled a very happy Filipino boy with rich brown hair and some blonde highlights.

"I really can't wait, can you kuya Canada?" peeped the Filipina, Maria.

"Oh…I am." He smiled widely.

"What was the point of your and Norway's test again?" asked the Finnish man with his Swedish husband in hand.

"Norway and I are the ones most worried about their relationship…We're afraid that they'll just make each other's wounds bigger. We just wanted to make sure that we'll see it before it happens…" Canada trailed off.

"You'll…see…it?" England was deep in thought but before long he too understood what they meant.

"They're in the same forest. A charmed forest. It is run by fate." Said Norway.

"Destin? I don't get it." Chirped the confused Francis. A lot of them were confused even Russia and the Philippines duo, strong believers of fate.

"The forest pushes people to their destiny…destiny to succeed or die or in this case love. It won't let you die, if it isn't your fate. It won't let you go, if it isn't your fate." Norway explained patiently.

"What does that have to do with comrade Fredka and Denmark?" asked Russia still confused.

Norway sighed heavily "They'll cross paths if that's what fate wanted or they won't. If they do…it can go a lot of ways. Someone might get hurt…dead even…it might be an accident or maybe they'll fight and break up. If they don't meet each other that means they're bound to break-up and we'll be able to read it and thus we will be able to handle their break-up better, if they haven't broken up already."

"That's a bit too harsh isn't it…big brother?" whispered Iceland.

"Fate's given us the advantage here. I know we all have heard great things from the past few days but at least now…we can stop them if ever they try to rip each other's throats or start doing crack or whatever, eh?" said the Canadian. He was a bit hurt, but he'd do anything to stop America from committing suicide again.

"L-let's get going then!" he smiled weakly as he placed one heavy feet in front of the other.

"TEI-TEI look, I think I see a clearing!" they heard a loud voice from the forest.

"Yeah? Hopefully, it's really what you're saying, this is the 10th time this morning!" said a stronger voice in a light Danish accent.

"Oh come on…even if it's the tenth one, at least we have each other, plus Lu and Mattie will pick us up, right? So you sure you didn't see any clearings yesterday?"

"Nah. Always ended up where I started, you?"

"Same."

France and the Philippine duo smirked. They gave victorious smiles at the two doubters, Canada and Norway.

"Tei-Tei! We made it!" The fair-haired pair was finally made visible with the younger blonde pulling the older blonde by the wrist. They had smiles on their faces as they casually glanced at each other. They recognized their families and smiled at them.

"Oh hey dudes! Ya don't have t'make a search party anymore!" the Dane laughed whole-heartedly.

Canada and Norway looked at each other in disbelief. But while the others clamored for the two, they smiled softly. They had nothing to worry about now, well maybe there were still some creases but they'll let them iron it out.

"…It was easy, especially when you have a warm and hard mattress that can hug you!" America squealed as he hugged his boyfriend by the hips from the side. The action made Denmark smile and roll his eyes as he patted his young lover's hair.

"Say, ya wouldn't have some food with ya…we're hungry!" asked the Dane with brazen eyes as he patted America's head faster. The latter also had eyes on anything considered food.

"W-well I did cook some arroz caldo…it's still warm s-Ahhh!" the Filipina squealed as the pair grabbed the warm bowl of Filipino congee.

They opened the container inhaling the exotic scent of watery rice with ginger, spices, and chicken. They shoved it in their mouths, completely splattering the contents on their faces. America got a chicken thigh and placed it near his lover's mouth. Denmark smiled and opened his mouth, carefully tearing the meat from the bones. He hummed at the savory taste of the chicken.

Alfred was later caught in surprise as a hand full of rice was shoved his open mouth making his boyfriend laugh. Then, he stopped, noticing the stray grain stuck on America's lips. He moved in closer and gave a small kiss. The young man blushed and looked away but a big gloved hand redirected his face back to meet his lover's smile.

"Jeg elsker dig, Alfred"

"Love you too, Tei-tei"

They gave their signature smile, not caring that their families were there, staring at them. For that single moment, they were alone.

Fate was kind.

Denmark says: "Do you know what i mean"

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard"

*Did ya know that a lot of people from Denmark can speak English, next would be German, and last would be French. So I would totally theorize that he could speak all the Nordic languages...plus English, French, and German. I might use it someday...hahaha, I'm imagining them fighting over how many languages the know and America totally wins... XD

*I hope you didn't see the sprout story as lame XD...I was trying my hardest to make this.