A/N: Sorry this is a bit late. Thanks so much for the reviews! I know this is a bit short but it is better than nothing.

I am making this more historically accurate cause it was bothering me. This cahpter does have more edits than the other chapters.

~Canada~

I heard Mor talk to Far Denmark. There seemed to be a lot of yelling down there. I decided to take a look for myself. I got up a bit unsteady at first but I managed to get to the staircase in one peace. I looked down to see Mor arguing with Far. I wonder what about?

~Norway~

I slammed open the door of Matthias' house. My little datter was home! I had told Matthias that Canada was Vinland but he wouldn't believe me! He said Canada was a boy and that Bjørn was gone! That she was gone forever. Until today when we saw her at the meeting but still Denmark insisted that it was not our precious Bjørn. But I was right!

"Where is she?" I yelled, too excited to quiet done.

"Calm your tits! She's upstairs sleeping." Denmark said with a beer in his hand and his axe in the other.

"Calm my tits? I haven't seen my datter in forever and you tell me to calm my tits?" I yell, my usual calm self gone.

"If you have waited that long then a little while won't hurt." Denmark said, swinging his axe a bit as a threat.

"But I want to see her now!" I whined.

"Hold on. She needs her rest." Denmark said blocking the staircase with his giant axe.

"But…but….," I started, "Have you told Emil and Berwald yet?"

"Oh shit that's what I forgot! Will you do it for me?" He asked.

"Hell no! They'll be mad that we didn't call her first!" I said.

"Awe! But They'll kill me!" He said.

"Not like you aren't used to it." Someone said. I looked up and there was Bjørn. She looked amazing! Her light violet eyes glistening with happiness. Her kind face offering me a small smile. She stepped down the staircase elegantly, an elegance that seemed to come naturally to her. A natural beauty just like I said when she was younger.

"I finally get home and you forget to call Emil and Ber!" She yelled delicately hopping over Matthias' axe.

"Hehe…sorry? I'll call them now." Matthias said with a faint nervous smile. Once he left I looked at little Bjørn. I ran to her not able to hold it in any longer. Tears leaked out of my eyes as I held my little sister close to me. She seemed so small against me. I felt like a giant.

"I missed you Mor." She whispered in her soft spoken voice.

"I missed you too Maggie." I said.

"Hey mor?" She asked.

"You never told me do you know how Denmark keeps his hair like that…" She said pointing to his standing on ends hair (that many would question how *cough Finland cough* stayed up and if he used hair gel...)

"I'm not sure." I said

~Denmark~

Oh shit I had to call Sweden and Ice. They had always been protective of her. Why me? I did not want to suffer their wrath! Nothing is worth it! Well maybe that one time…wait I am getting off topic. I had to make this call.

I dialed Ice's number and waited. The phone rang four times before she picked up.

"Hallo Denmark. What is it?" He asked sounding a bit annoyed.

"Maggie is home." I said.

There was silence at first. I waited for him to blow.

"And you didn't tell me sooner you idiot!" he yelled at me.

"I'm sorry but it was a lot for me to take in too." I said.

"Still. You could have contacted me sooner. Is she alright? Is she safe? Are you giving her beer? Who else is there?" he asked.

"Yes she is safe. No I am not giving her beer…yet. And Norway here and I'll be calling Sweden." I answered.

"You didn't say if she is alright." She stated.

"Well Ice. She was hurting herself." I stated bluntly.

There was complete silence on the other end. And then he said, "I will be over soon." And then he hung up on me. Time for Sweden.

The phone wrung a couple of time before Sve answered.

"'ello?" He asked.

"Hey Sweden its me, Denmark. The girl we found. I was right it was Vinland." I said cautiously.

"I'll be over there soon." He said and hung up.

I walked over to where I had left them. I found them in a hug with Norway trying to explain about my hair…for the millionth time.

"How did they take it?" Lars asked.

"Better than I expected." I muttered.

"Well that's good." Maggie said but then her stomach rumbled.
Norway and I started to laugh only to be smacked gently with a hockey stick. We looked at her surprised.

"Where did that come from?" I asked rubbing the bump on my head.

"Ask Japan." She muttered, and walked into the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she started getting out flour and other things.

"Making pancakes. Will you guys want some?" She asked.

"Yes please!" We both said in unison only having heard of the rumors of how orgasmic her pancakes were from Alfred.

Translations:

Far- father

Mor- mother

Bjorn- bear

Hallo- hello

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews would be awesome! Advice is appreciated and yes this is RusCan but that won't come in until later. Sorry but I want to build up to it. Thank you so much! this chapter was edited more than others.

Anyone else love Denmark's hair! IT'S SO AMAZING AND GOLDEN! Yes I have a hair fetish. But if you have seen him, wouldn't you want to run your hand through it? Insert fangirl squeal here.

Thanks again!

Canada: She doesn't own Hetalia.

Denmark: And no flames! *waves axe menacingly*