Disclaimer: We did not, do not, and never will own Hetalia.
A/N: Thanks, everyone!
Here we are . . .
Many things happened in that year between the Scandinavians' arrest and their trial, too many that it would be boring to read.
China, Belgium, and France helped to care for the wounded nations. Bulgaria's shoulders had indeed been dislocated by his punishment. Korea's right arm's joints had been popped out of place when he'd struggled against his complex bonds. Greece's punishment had cut off the circulation in his legs. His legs healed over time, but Turkey forced the nation to remain in bed while he cared for him. Egypt secretly wondered if their relationship was healing. Hong Kong was cared for his by his teacher until he could hold down his food and walk again. The spell on Finland was raised and the nation was cared for a bad case of frostbite and hypothermia.
Sweden was sent to Russia's house while North Russia spent a year with her someday sister-in-law. Belarus and Ukraine worked together to teach the young micro-nation what it took to be a nation. The three female nations grew very close in their time together. Russia anxiously awaited the day when he would see his precious Little Yellow Sunflower once more.
Norway was sent to stay with the Baltics. Two weeks into his imprisonment, Poland joined the Baltics. His excuse was that he needed to protect Lithuania.
Denmark was shipped off to Australia where he moped for days. Australia caught the Nordic nation cutting himself. All sharp object were removed from the room and Denmark was tied down to the bed to stop him.
Iceland stayed with the Asians during his brothers' punishments. Finland decided to stay with France who treated him like a younger brother, never making a pass at him.
The Americans and Canadians who had been rescued were returned to their countries, along with hundreds of other people the nations sent to repopulate the destroyed countries. Towns were rebuilt and the countries flourished quickly. Molossia eventually woke up from his coma and joined the micro-nations in hanging out with their new tall friend. America and Canada themselves were locked away in a private mental hospital, believing to be suffering from Stockholm syndrome. They constantly made sure the other nations knew they weren't happy about it.
After his death and resurrection, England's relationship with his brothers flourished. Scotland forgave his younger brother and decided to take on the role of actually being an older brother for the Celtic nations. England's wing healed within a few months and his feathers grew out. He taught his brothers to care for their own wings and the spent time in the mountains together.
One month before the trial America and Canada sent Denmark, Norway, and Sweden a letter through South.
Far, vi tilgiver dig.
(Dad, we forgive you.)
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Swallowing the lump in his throat, Denmark glanced between Sweden and Norway. The three Nordic nations had been brought to together for the first time in a year since their imprisonment. They had been sent into a room and told to remain there until the trial was over. The brothers hadn't spoken a word to each other since they'd entered the room.
Denmark twisted his jacket in his fists as he shifted in his seat. Would they be declared guilty? Would their lands be split up and separated into territories for the other nations?
"Knock it off, Denmark," Norway said stiffly. "I don't feel like putting up with this right now. They'll tell us when they're ready." The smallest Scandinavian sat rigid in his seat staring straight ahead. He knew they deserved whatever punishment was given to them.
The door to the small room swung open and England stepped in. His snowy white wings looked better than when he had left the mansion. The no longer hung lump and raggedy from his back but were fluffy and beautiful, courtesy of Scotland.
"Good evening, Denmark, Norway, Sweden." England nodded to each of the Scandinavians in turn.
Denmark glanced up guiltily before he stared back down at the floor. Norway only stared at his old friend silently. Sweden made no sign of having heard England. This was it. They were going to be dissolved and handed out like food scraps to hungry wolves.
"You're innocent," England told them with a grin.
"Hvad?" Denmark's jaw dropped and he stood from his chair abruptly. "What do ya mean we're innocent? After all we've done ta ya?"
"Great, Denmark," Norway sighed, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "Trying to get us in trouble."
"I don't want ta be in trouble. But they're not going ta punish us fer what we did?" Denmark asked as he looked back at England.
"No, we're not," England told him. "And you can thank your sons for that." He withdrew three envelopes from his coat pocket.
"What?" Denmark took the letters and the Scandinavians huddled around to the read them.
Dear Jerks, (because that's what you're all being!)
I don't really appreciate being locked away in a room and only visited every other week. Do you know how crazy you can go? The only good thing is that Canada and I can talk through the pipes . . . and that South will pass letters between us. Bet you didn't know that! SUCKERS!
Anyway, India came and told me that there's going to be a trial but I'm not allowed to come. One word: assholes. Seriously! You guys bombed me and you're not even going to let me take part in the trial? India thinks that I'd go berserk during the trial and kill everyone, or so Russia says. Thanks for the support, jack ass.
Since you jerks won't let Canada and I come to the trial we had to write you letters to tell you our side of the story . . . or something like that. India told me to write what happened while I was imprisoned by Denmark, Norway, and Sweden. First of all, I would like to point out that I was not captured by those three but by Dan, Sve, and Norge. Second of all, hej, fædre!
So, I am going to tell you what happened when I was kidnapped by Dan, Sve, and Norge. That's what Canada and I called them when we talked. Anyway, I was the first nation kidnapped because the Vikings were convinced I was their son. I guess that sort of means I started this whole mess. Heh, whoops! I was shipped to Dan's house where Norge kept giving me drugs that paralyzed me. You know, being locked in a room for a year with little contact with the outside world feels a lot like what the Vikings did. Hypocrites! They brought Canada some time later and we were kept together in a room. Later, when Luxemburg and Netherlands were captured, China released me and I attacked Dan. Norge and Sve calmed me down and locked me away again. I didn't cause any trouble after that. When Iggy was captured Canada and I were released but told to behave ourselves. We didn't exactly do that. Heh, we caused A LOT of trouble for the Vikings. Did you know that Norge will get PISSED if you start his curtains on fire? Well, Canada and I were allowed to roam until some JACK ASSES decided to bomb the hell out of us. Thanks for that. I'm told I was in a coma but I remember watching my life flash before my eyes, literally. Everything is kind of black after that. Apparently I was convinced I was New Sweden. After Finland woke me up from that weird phase, Canada and I realized that this whole war wasn't Denmark's, Norway's, and Sweden's faults at all. When the rest of the nations attacked Vietnam came and found me to try and release me. I told her no, I was going to stay and try to help my fædre. Once the nations escaped, Finland New Zealand, Greece, Taiwan, Korea (I can't believe you got North Korea out of isolation), Bulgaria, Turkey, and France were locked away. Dan and Sve attacked me while I was relaxing in my room and dragged me to the basement. I was chained up and drugged again and left alone until I was rescued.
That's it. That is what happened to me. I hope you enjoyed reading about my experience while I'm locked away in this new PRISON!
Also, I really do believe that Denmark, Norway, and Sweden are my fædre. After re-living my history over and over again I've come to terms with the truth.
Fædre, I know I already told you this, but, I forgive you.
Lots of love to all you assholes,
The United States of freaking America
P.S. Please repeat after me: I'm a dumbass!
Sincerely,
A VERY pissed of America hoping you all enjoy your time in the trial while I am still locked away in this hellhole
Hello, everyone.
I am sure that you read America's letter before mine and are expecting me to apologize for his words. Well, I won't. I agree with everything America said about you . . . just not with such rude words. Also, GIVE ME BACK KUMAJIROU!
Since I'm not even sure you're going to remember me and read this aloud in the trial, I'm just going to tell you this. My story is very similar to America's, but with a few differences. I was kidnapped second and knew that the Vikings found us before England and France. After Finland woke America up he punched me out of the spell, literally. I raced down after Finland to find my fædre fighting with many nations. I transformed into a polar bear and attacked far Norge to stop him from attacking Iceland. He put me in a deep sleep. Later, while I was being chained up I begged my fædre to remember who they actually were. I think I frightened far Den. Well, you guys all rescued me and locked me in this room. Did you know that America and I can talk through the pipes? I hope you had fun dealing with my brother after I asked South to give him four pots of Caribou Coffee!
You're probably not going to listen to me, but I'm going to say this anyway, I don't think Denmark, Norway, and Sweden should be punished for something they didn't do.
Fædre, I forgive you.
Yours truly,
Canada
P.S. Give. Me. Back. KUMAJIROU!
Catch you later, jerks,
The great and powerful son of the Vikings, Canada!
P.P.S. I DON'T HAVE STOCKHOLM SYNDROME!
Dear World,
Greetings from the South of the great land that is the Confederate States of America. I wanted to put my flag in here but someone took it and hid it while I wasn't looking. I asked Prussia where it was and he sort of just mumbled. So I wasn't able to give you my flag. There was also a bear but Prussia wouldn't let me give it to you. He said something about it being my pet. If a white bear is seen limping it is not my fault, the bear tried to chew his leg off in his sleep. Don't tell the Great Northern Land of the Freakin' Ice. I don't think he'd like it too much. I would like to say that I don't have stickshill syndrome. Prussia just told me this has nothing to do with me. Then why am I writing a letter? Oh yeah, big brother and Land of Freakin' Ice are writing letters. I wanted in on the fun! Passing letters can get boring. By the way.
'I Confederate States of America hereby declare war on each and every one of you; big bread basketed, yaller dog, pathetic, weak minded, don't deserve to walk free, piddlin' wackjobs.' Prussia told me to delete this, I don't know why.
I just tricked South, don't listen to what she says. She's not really going to declare war on you. South just gets high in the moment. All she wants to do is have fun really. I don't think she'll notice this part in the letter kesese, if she does then I'm dead. She'll probably try to bayonet me. Anyway, don't take what South says to heart.
I don't know why Prussia told me to get the door, there was no one there. Did you like the coffee I gave big brother? Ohhehe, I thought it was funny seeing big brother bouncing off the walls.
Anyway I just wanted to stop by and declare war on you and tell you that I love my fædre. Um, I didn't know I have fædre. I'm pretty sure I have this weird relationship with my brother. Like, half-brother once removed uncle-in-law father big brother. Prussia just smacked his forehead. I don't know why. Eh, hi, fædre?
Sincerely,
The rollin' waves of Cotton, South
P.S. Dididi! Who touched my letter? Touch my fædre and you won't last one day! Even though I don't know them.
Again, yours sincerely and hoping you are well and good wishes to your health though I declare war on you,
South
"Impressive, they certainly know how to cuss you out, "Norway snorted.
"Why exactly did we get a letter from South?" Denmark asked in confusion.
"What's 'Stickshill syndrome'?" Sweden asked, looking up from South's letter. He looked as though he was trying not to laugh.
"Well, when South heard America had to write a letter she decided she needed to write one too," England explained. "Have you ever seen America high on caffeine before?" he asked.
"Um, no, I don't think so," Denmark said.
"Ohm well, don't give him four pots of coffee and lock him in a small room," England suggested. "He will tear the whole room apart searching for a bunny." The way England said that made Denmark think that had been a particularly stressful day for him.
"Searching for a bunny," Denmark repeated. "And was there a bunny in the room?"
"No . . . but he swore he heard one. It didn't help that we found South urging her brother on and laughing." America had literally torn apart the room in his caffeine rush while his sister just pointed to random spots and shouted 'bunny'. The young nation had crashed immediately after and slept for a day and a half. Canada hadn't regretted his actions one bit.
"What's wrong with that girl?" Denmark asked. "She bit me and never seems ta settle with one attitude. I swear, she's got problems."
"The Confederate States of America is bipolar and has short-term memory loss," England explained with a sigh.
"Really? That explains a lot."
"Woo hoo! That was fun, let's do it again!" Blizzard rushed past the room squawking in terror as he was chased by South. The Antarctic penguin had finally found his match.
"Oh . . . we dragged your cousin into the war too." England watched as South chased Blizzard out of the room. "The micro-nations are declaring his home their annual meeting place."
"Our cousin? Ya mean Antarctica?" Denmark stared after his self-proclaimed daughter.
"Yes. Oh, right, America and Canada will be visiting you the minute they are declared mentally sane," England told the Scandinavians.
"Mentally sane?" Denmark repeated. "Ya think they're crazy?"
"They are most definitely not crazy." Norway scowled and crossed his arms. How could anyone think that of the forgiving nations?
"We thought they might be suffering from Stockholm syndrome, but ever psychiatric test came back negative. I believe we might have driven them insane by quarantine them." England could clearly remember the week America and Canada decided to wreak havoc with the tests, giving the doctors false information and making them look Schizophrenic.
"Ya think?" Denmark asked.
"Hey, get back here!" Blizzard slid around a corner with surprising agility, South right after him.
England ignored Denmark's comment. "Iceland and Finland will decided if they want to contact you," he said. "Finland's been staying with France and Iceland has been with the Asian nations this whole time. Norway, I was wondering if you might be able to help me with something."
"What would that be?" Norway asked curiously.
"Well . . . have you ever heard of the Salem Witch Trials?" England's wings ruffled nervously.
"Ja, I am familiar with them." Norway nodded.
"It turns out America was nearly hanged for using magic in the forest in the year of 1692," England said solemnly.
"That explains why he refuses to do it anymore," Norway said thoughtfully.
"Exactly. Greece, Egypt, Canada, and Romania have agreed to help me convince America to use magic again. We won't try for a short while, but I would love to have you there to help us. I have a feeling this is going to be very difficult."
"Of course I'll help," Norway said. "Call me whenever you need me."
"Wonderful," England sighed, relieved. "Well, I need to go. Scotland hasn't let me out of his sight for more than an hour in the past year. Enjoy America's and Canada's visit." And with that the winged nation left the room.
"Gotcha!" There was a loud, terrified squawk.
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The Scandinavians were told that America and Canada were coming to visit them in the room, so they stayed to wait patiently. Denmark shuffled through the letter while they waited, chuckling at some words.
"Well, I guess it's kind of sweet that South tried ta send us her flag," Denmark commented. "Though, I don't think America would have liked it all that much."
A loud voice singing boisterously caught the Scandinavians' attention.
"UP WHERE THEY WALK, UP WHERE THEY RUN, UP WHERE THEY STAY ALL DAY IN THE SUN! WANDERING FREE! Come on, Canada, sing with me!"
"America!" There was a soft, happy laugh.
"Is that America singing the Little Mermaid?" Norway asked, turning to stare at the door in bewilderment. Denmark laughed happily.
"Sing!" America shouted.
"No!" Canada retorted.
"Sing!"
"Non!"
"That's my boy!" Denmark crowed. "He knows to sing his far's song."
"Sing!"
"Nej!"
"Come on, Canny!"
"Don't call me that!" The Scandinavians heard a loud roar and America's terrified scream.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" America wailed. "You don't have to sing."
"Canada!" Norway stomped to the door and threw the door open, scolding the large polar bear. "Don't use your magic to scare your brother." Canada looked sheepish while America slowly inched away from him. Kumajirou sat at his master's feet, looking happier than he had in a long time.
"Hej, far!" America waved nervously.
"Hej, America." Norway nodded to him. "Change back, Canada, before I find a way to spank a polar bear."
Canada seemed to consider if this threat was even plausible. Seemingly deciding it was, the young nation turned back into himself.
"America was being an idiot!" Canada practically whined.
"I'm finally free!" America shouted, making his brother wince. "What do you want me to be? Hey, that rhymed!"
"Ugh, did you drink coffee?" Canada glared at the slightly older nation.
" . . . Maybe!" America grinned deviously.
"So, what's South like on coffee?" Denmark asked, curious about the siblings.
America paled. "Never again!"
"Was that the girly scream I hear coming from your house thirty years ago?" Canada snickered.
"Yes! She found the fire extinguished and used it on everything," America explained. "When I tried to stop her she went Rebel on me. I had to go the hospital with a crowbar through my thigh."
"EW!" Canada shook his head like a dog, trying to rid himself of the image.
"Like I said, never again."
"Ooh!" They all heard South say. "What's this?"
"Don't press that button!" There was the sound of fizz spraying around the meeting room. "Dammit!"
"Is she curious about every little thing?" Norway asked, wincing at the angry shouts.
"Sadly, yes. South, put that down!" America left the room to deal with his younger sister.
"So, how are you doing right now?" Norway asked Canada.
"I'm doing fine," Canada said as he watched his brother through the door. ". . . After a year of solitary confinement."
"A whole year?" Norway repeated. "They locked you away for a year?"
"Yeah, it was terrible. All I remember is waking up in a small room with nothing but a bed I think they forced me out of my polar bear form before breaking the spell." Canada lifted Kumajirou into his arms and snuggled with him. The small polar bear licked his master's face happily. He hadn't forgotten Canada's name since they'd been reunited.
"SOUTH!" America was heard shouting.
"What?" a sweetly innocent voice asked.
"Put that down! Don't press that button! Don't!" There was a loud explosion and the splattering of wet contents. "Dammit! Who made a fake volcano and left it here for South to play with?" America demanded.
Canada chuckled. "Bror and I could talk, though. And occasionally we'd have visitors. Usually they were just doctors."
"And South took letters between you two?" Norway asked.
"Yep." Canada nodded. "England gave you the letters, didn't he?"
"Ja." Denmark held up the papers. "Though, I don't know why South wrote us one."
America waltzed into the room covered in baking soda and vinegar with South slung over his shoulder.
"Wee!" South kicked her legs happily. "This is awesome!" Canada raised an eyebrow at the word 'awesome'. Now where had he heard that before?
America grinned and spun his sister in a quick circle. "I wish I was in the land of cotton!"
"Old times, they are not forgotten!" South squealed as she was spun.
Slowing down, America fell the floor in a heap, dizzy. "I missed you, South. I'm sorry I haven't been around much for the past few years. Life got really hectic and I couldn't see you as much." Being a nation had taken a toll on America's contact with his little sister, keeping them apart for months on end.
"I know. I missed you, big brother," South giggled from her seat in America's lap.
"Hey, papa!" America looked at Sweden. "I need your help planning a party for Canada."
"And wh't would th't be?" Sweden asked, smiling down at his son.
"It's a birthday party!" America crowed happily.
"America, you don't have to do that," Canada said softly.
"Yes, I do!" America retorted.
"A b'rthd'y p'rty?" Sweden repeated.
"Yay! We're going to have a party," South sang. "Drinks all around!"
"Yeah!" America punched the air.
"None for you, America!" Canada said quickly. "You're even worse drunk than you are hyper."
"Aw!"
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Two months after the trial, the Scandinavians had been forgiven by many of the other nations. Germany had invited them to stay at his house for a short while. Unbeknownst, to the three nations, American and South had been living in Germany with Prussia for reasons unknown to America.
Denmark, Norway, and Sweden were visiting the local mall when Denmark's phone suddenly stated singing Under the Sea rather loudly.
Denmark flipped the phone open, holding it to his hear. "Hej?" he said.
"Denmark!" It was a very scared Prussia on the other end of the phone. "I need your help, now!" There was an angry shout and a loud crash from his end.
"Prussia, what the hell is happening over there?" Denmark demanded. Norway glanced at his brother worriedly.
"It's America and Canada! They-" Prussia's voice was cut off by the dial tone.
"Lort," Denmark swore. "Come on, we got ta go."
The three Nordic nations rushed from the mall to Prussia's house. The trip was thankfully short and they reached their destination in ten minutes.
"Prussia, are you alright?" Denmark charged through the door.
Prussia raced up to the trio waving his arms. "You have to stop them! They're going to kill each other!"
There was a loud crash and another angry shout from the living room. Denmark, Norway, and Sweden rushed into the room, wondering what was happening. They froze at the sight before them. America and Canada stood in the midst of a destroyed living room. Canada had his brother in a choke hold and America was slowly turning blue.
"They just went crazy and tried to kill each other." Prussia stopped in the doorway behind them.
"Canada, stop!" Denmark rushed forward and grabbed his younger son by the wrists, tearing him off America. Sweden wrapped his arms around America's midriff and held him back.
America shouted in Lakota and Canada snarled at him, struggling violently in Denmark's' arms.
"What the hell happened?" Denmark demanded.
"I just asked America if I could marry South." Prussia rubbed the back of his neck, flushing. "He just went crazy, so I called Canada over to calm him down. But then they started fighting.
America nearly broke free from Sweden but the taller nation fixed his grasp.
"Ya asked America if ya could marry South? I though ya'd be happy, America." Denmark looked at his second son.
America snapped at Canada who snarled again.
"They can't hear you," Prussia said. ". . . Or something."
"America!" Norway snapped, stepping between America and blocking his view of Canada. "Why are you acting like this? Think about your sister."
America's eyes flicked around the room. His breathing hitched before it began to slow down.
"C-Cony?"
"Yes, Cony," Norway repeated, taking America's face in his hands. "Don't you want her to be happy?"
"Y-Yes . . ." America's eyes were beginning to clear up from their berserk look.
"She loves Prussia. He's not replacing you," Norway assured America. "He never could. He's something new in both of your lives."
"Y-Yeah . . ." America agreed hesitantly. Slowly he stopped struggling and his eyes cleared up completely. "Sorry about that, Prussia. I'm so used to having South to myself. Heh, yeah, you can marry her. It was just kind of hard hearing about your relationship by you asking for her hand."
"I think my shoulder's dislocated," Canada said softly.
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The wedding between the American and German ex-nations was a memorable one for many of the nations. America gave his sister away and England conducted the ceremony. Seychelles and Liechtenstein were the flower girls, Belarus was the maid of honor, Germany was the best man, and Molossia was the ring bearer. The reception afterward was even more memorable.
South spun wildly on the dance floor laughing. No one dared to venture out on the floor until the hyper girl in the warm yellow dress was done dancing. The new bride hadn't even given her husband a chance to join her and even America couldn't keep up with his sister.
"Is she always like this?" Prussia asked, watching his wife with a large smile. Anyone would have thought he was the happiest nation alive, and he probably was.
"Yep, have fun with her, dude." America clapped his brother-in-law on the shoulder. "Hey, look, Pepsi!" The young nation wandered off toward the caffeinated drinks.
Prussia watched South until she finally slowed down. "Having fun, Teufelhund?" he asked.
"Yeah, I didn't know parties could be so fun!" South giggled, jumping happily.
"This is your party." Prussia took South's hand and kissed the palm of it.
"It is?" South frowned. "But why are we having a party? I thought we were supposed to go away after the wedding."
America could be seen being dragged away from the drink table by a fuming Canada.
"After the reception we do," Prussia corrected South, watching his friend and now brother-in-law bicker. "Are you ready for two weeks in Seychelles?" Many nations had fought for the position of honeymoon destination for the happy couple. IT had come down to Seychelles and Switzerland's Alps. Eventually, though, they'd decided Seychelles would be nicer.
"We're going to Seychelles?" South brightened up. "Is it like Savannah?" she asked for the seventeenth time.
"Nein, it's tropical," Prussia chuckled. He would never get bored of his new wife and her antics.
"Huh, I've never seen tropical before."
Suddenly, Hungary let out a loud shriek for the whole world to hear. Fearing an attack of some sort, every nation spun to see what was wrong. Austria knelt on one knee before his ex-wife, a ring in his hands.
"What do you say, Hungary, will you love me forever?" Austria asked, finishing his proposal.
Prussia grinned widely. Finally, the tight ass had done something right in his eyes.
Hungary covered her mouth, choking back a sob. Eventually she was able to nod vigorously.
"I-Igen. Igen! Austria, I love you." Austria stood and Hungary threw herself at him, hugging him tightly.
"At least they're happy!" Prussia laughed loudly.
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America leaned back in his chair, staring at the realm before him. Most counterparts from the parallel world of Glove would have looked at least similar to the nations, this one didn't. He looked worn and beaten, covered in scars and an eye patch over one eye. His black hair was cut short and his orange eye lacked a twinkle of joy in it. Bandages covered his whole body.
"And you need my help, why?" America asked. He'd prefer if he didn't have to participate in the realms' war.
"Because I've had enough." The realm leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "The Globe is filled with nothing but war. It needs to end."
"Global War Three, huh?" America picked at his fingernails. "How do you expect to fix this?" he asked.
"I just need to talk to them," the realm said with a sigh. "Get the realms to stop. They'll destroy Globe if they keep at it like this."
"My best advice, tell them to stop and show them you mean it."
"I understand, but I don't know how to do that. You don't understand these realms. They're different than your nations." The realm massaged his temples and winced.
America tapped his chin thoughtfully. "You said this war is all about you?" he asked.
"Yes, I don't want it to continue. They've never stopped before and they won't stop now. I need to use force." The realm was desperate for answers.
"How far are you willing to go?" America leaned forward in his chair.
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Japan rolled over in his warm bed, sighing contentedly. It had been a long day for him, Iceland had fallen in the mud and had avoided getting a bath like the plague. The Asian nation's peace was disrupted by the squeaking of his bed springs and a warm pressing against his. He didn't even have to roll over to see who it was.
"Kon'nichiwa, Iceland-kun," Japan sighed.
Within the first week of his stay, the Asian nations had discovered Iceland would not remain in his bed. The small nation would wake up in the middle of the night, poke around the corners, then crawl into someone's bed. There had been no pattern to who Iceland shared a bed with, he was only seeking a warm body. It was a habit he picked up from being half-fox now. This was the fourth time Japan had found Iceland in his bed with him. He was used to it by now.
"Hm." Iceland wiggled closer to Japan and sighed in content. His fluffy tail whipped in a circle once before curling up to his nose.
Closing his eyes and relaxing, Japan fell into a sleep deep with Iceland settled next to him. The pair slept soundly until the bedroom door opened with a bang as it hit the wall and someone jumped on the bed.
"Aniki says to get up before breakfast gets cold, da-ze!" Korea bounced happily on the bed. His younger brother had remained out of isolation for the year and hadn't had thoughts of returning to it yet.
Iceland yelped in surprise and glared at Korea. "Ég vil ekki að komast upp. (I don't want to get up.)"
"You have to, da-ze!" Korea said happily.
"Korea-kun, go away." Japan rolled over to look at his brother.
"Já, go away." Iceland curled up once more to try and sleep.
"Andwae!" Korea whined. "If you don't get up then I'm going to give Norway the book!" The Asian nation grinned deviously. Iceland and Finland had forgiven their brothers for what they had done and had agreed to return home with them. Norway was coming to collect his brother today.
"Hvaða bók? (What book?)" Iceland peeked out from his tail curiously.
"The one with pictures of you getting a bath and Poland bushing you!" Korea bounced more, causing the bed to shake.
Iceland froze. "You made a picture book of me?" he asked carefully.
"Ye!" Korea jumped off the bed. "So, get up, da-ze!" And with that he raced out of the room.
"I suppose we should get up now." Japan sat up.
"I don't want to." Iceland immediately curled up where Japan had been sleeping. "It's warm."
China's voice floated down the hall to the bedroom. ". . . Vietnam to give him a bath. Do you want to see, aru?"
Yelping, Iceland leapt of the bed and tore down the hall.
"No, teacher, don't!" the Nordic nation shouted.
China was in the kitchen with Norway, handing the Nordic a picture book. Japan followed Iceland to the kitchen where he headed to get the Lingonberry jam. Sweden had sent more as a gift to the Asian nations.
"Nei! Why are you doing this to me?" Iceland stared at China and his older brother in horror.
"You were so cute, Iceland, aru!" China opened the album and set it before Norway. "He made a very cute fox."
Norway looked up from his cup of tea. "I think it's adorable. Now I have more pictures for your baby book."
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Two months after the wedding, Prussia found himself in the bathroom staring at his reflection with dread. Hickeys covered his throat, marking his pale skin.
"What's takin' you so long, Muffins?" South poked her head into the bathroom.
"South . . ." Prussia turned to look at his wife.
"Yes?" South purred, wrapping her arms around Prussia's waist.
"What do you remember about love bites?" Prussia asked as he turned back to his reflection.
"It what you do to someone you love," South said, as though it were obvious.
"Ja . . . but did you have to do so many?" Prussia asked. "I have a meeting with West today." He'd have to wear a turtleneck to hide the bruises.
South blinked in surprise. "You do? I didn't know that. I asked the toad about them the other day. He told me you'd love them." Prussia had quickly learned that South called France 'Toad' because England called him 'Frog'.
"Of course he would. Don't listen to France, he likes to tell lies." Prussia would have to kill his friend for teaching his wife about love bites. This was the sixth time Prussia had woken up with them on his neck. He was starting to wonder what South had the ability to remember.
"He does? Dididi, he will die!" South looked ready to tear out of the room.
"Wait, don't kill him just yet! Wait until next week, when he's not expecting you." Prussia grinned at the thought of South attacking France. That would be hilarious!
"Why won't he be expectin' me next week?" South asked, confused.
"If he's smart then he would expect you to attack later," Prussia explained. "But he's not, so he'll think you're going to attack now."
"Oh, can I tell you something, Prussia?"
"Ja?" Prussia leaned down.
South stood on her tiptoes and sunk her teeth into Prussia's neck, leaving yet another bruise.
Prussia just groaned. "You asked for it, Teufelhund!" Scooping his wife into his arms, Prussia carried South off to their bedroom.
It turned out that South did not forget grudges very easily.
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Five spirits of the ancient world hovered in the air above the house where Canada's birthday part was taking place.
Rome leaned forward from his position by the chimney. "I still don't understand," he said. Germania groaned loudly. Why did Rome have to be such an idiot? "How did it end this way?"
"What do you mean?" Aztec asked happily, bright reds and gold adorned her clothes and headdress.
"They let them off!" Rome explained. "We would have punished them on the spot."
"They aren't like we were, Rome," Native said, stroking the white buffalo calf beside her. She wore a very simple deer-skin dress with moccasins, her dark hair was pulled back in a braid.
"What do you mean? They're nations, aren't they?" Rome straightened up to look at the American empire.
"They are different," Germania spoke up on his friend behalf.
"How?" Rome demanded.
"They have adapted to the times and learned to forgive," Germania explained. "Because of that, they will never try to destroy each other."
Native looked down at the house proudly. "My sons were the first ones to forgive yours, Scandinavia." Ever since she had died, the empire had realized just how precious her sons were to her.
Scandinavia looked up and nodded, smiling. "Ja, they did. I am proud of your sons."
"My son has finally settled down," Germania said. "But I still don't understand how he managed to find a girl as strange as her."
"She's unique, like Aztec." Native smirked at her sister.
"Thanks . . . hey!"
"Is she your daughter?" Rome looked confused as he tried to solve the problem. "Or is she America's son?"
"I like to think she is my daughter." Native smiled proudly. "And she's perfect."
"She's a little rough around the edges," Rome commented.
"She'll keep Prussia on his toes. He's never been one for a peaceful life," Germania told them.
"Just wait until she finds the sugar I left for her." Native grinned wickedly. "Prussia better be ready!"
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Smokey clambered out of the oil well, dripping with the black substance and glaring at Kumajirou.
"I hate you so much, stupid," Smokey growled.
"And that's not even the half of it, dumbass." Kumajirou smirked from beside a moose. "We polar bears always keep our promises."
"Well, that's something we have in common. Even though I wish I was nothing like you." Smokey glared at the polar bear.
"Where's the bear trap, then?" Kumajirou laughed.
There was a rustling in the trees and a large metal object fell from the branch and clapped onto Kumajirou's head.
"Right there."
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Unaware of Kumajirou's and Smokey's predicaments, Canada arrived in the meadow with America. The older of the two stopped at the sight before him. Greece, Egypt, Romania, Norway, and England stood in a half circle in the center of the meadow.
"Hej, far! What are you doing here?" America asked. "Canada said it was just going to be us.
"Hej, America." Norway nodded to his son.
Ever so slowly, America's smile slipped away as he realized the connection between the five nations standing before him.
"Bror . . ." Canada rested a hand on America's shoulder.
"Do you want me to die?" America asked softly, tears filling his eyes. He could already see it happening again. The tree, the noose.
"It's alright, America, we're all here for you," Norway said soothingly, stepping forward.
"No one's going to attack you." England took America's hand gave it a small squeeze.
"Yes, yes they are. If I do magic, then they'll kill me." America looked ready to bolt. Romania tensed, ready to chase after the young nation.
"No, they won't. If they come here we'll fight them," Norway assured America.
"Then why didn't he come?" America roared. "Why didn't he come when I needed him most?" England flinched at the shout.
"Because England had many other colonies, America." Egypt stepped forward and looked at America sternly. "He had many young nations to care for at once. He didn't mean to leave you like that." None of the nations present could imagine what America could had gone through.
"I COULD HAVE DIED! THEY HAD A NOOSE AROUND MY THROAT!" America fisted his hair, tears filling his eyes.
England rubbed America's shoulder soothingly. "Lad, if I had known what was happening I would have come to help you immediately."
Thinking of an idea, Canada murmured to America in Cherokee. When America shook his head Canada switched to English.
"You were so pretty, America," Canada coaxed, squeezing his brother's shoulders. "England never got to see . . . and now far can." America shook his head whimpering. "Please?"
America bit his lip nervously. " . . . P-Promise they won't come?" he finally asked.
"We promise. America," Norway said.
America nodded slowly, a silent agreement.
"You better back." Canada stepped back. "He can get pretty violent when it happens."
The group of magical nations slowly backed up. Romania had to be dragged away by Greece and England because of his curiosity. America closed his and exhaled slowly. Nothing happened for a moment and Greece wondered if he had lost his nerve. Rolling his eyes, Canada shouted in Lakota.
America's eyes flew open in a flash and he leapt into the air. The nations watched in awe as his body shifted into that of a much larger creature. A full grown, pure white buffalo landed on the ground, kicking up dirt as he bucked.
"I told you it would work!" Canada laughed.
"He's . . . a white buffalo?" England asked as he watched America prance around the meadow.
"It certainly looks like he's having fun." Norway smiled.
Suddenly, America leapt at Canada and landed with a bellow, tossing his head. It seemed like the young nation had forgotten all his fears of magic with the transformation.
"What if I don't want to?" Canada grinned at his brother.
"Don't want to what?" Norway asked curiously.
"He wants to play. I think he's figured out how much he's missed." Canada patted his brother's head. America snorted and tossed his head again. "Fine!" Canada stepped back and transformed into a polar bear.
Bellowing with delight, America chased his bear of a brother around the meadow.
"It's amazing," Norway commented. "As if America has become a child again."
"I think he has." England smiled. "Deep down in his heart, America's always been a child."
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Belgium stood at the window of the private cabin staring out at the Alps.
"It's beautiful," Belgium sighed. "I wish we had something like this in Belgium."
"You're beautiful enough," Switzerland told his girlfriend, kissing her cheek. "You don't' need any mountains." The couple had been dating ever since World War Three had ended.
"Dank u, Switzerland." Belgium blushed.
Switzerland smiled. "Wait here, I need to get your Valentine's gift." He left the room quickly, leaving Belgium to watch the blizzard outside.
"Valentine's gift?" Belgium blinked, blushing. "I can't believe this is happening."
Switzerland returned a moment later with his hands behind his back.
"I had to ask your brothers what they thought of it before I gave it to you," Switzerland told his girlfriend.
"Really? And what did they think?" Belgium asked curiously.
"They weren't so sure at first, but Netherlands finally agreed when I made him a promise. And Luxemburg agreed when he saw it." Switzerland flushed at the memory.
"Saw what?" Belgium looked at Switzerland curiously. "What are you hiding, Switzerland?"
"Bel . . ." Switzerland fell to one knee, bringing his hands out from behind his back to reveal a small black box.
"Eh? Switzerland?"
"When I lost Liechtenstein you were there for me, even though you had lost your brothers to the Vikings. You stayed with me even after Liechtenstein was alive and your brothers were still captured. I want you to stay with me forever." Switzerland opened the small box to reveal an expensive diamond ring. "Marry me?"
"Eep!" Belgium covered her mouth in shock before nodding slowly. Tears leaked out of her eyes. "Ja, I will love you forever."
"Du wirst? (You will?) Wonderful!" Switzerland stood and kissed Belgium on the lips. "Although, your brothers are very strange."
"What did they do this time?" Belgium asked exasperatedly.
"Netherlands told me I can't get you pregnant in the first year of our marriage."
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A large oval mirror flashed across images of the nations of earth. There was a laughing America with his little sister, the Italy brothers making pasta with Germany, and Turkey talking to Greece. Finally, the mirror stopped on the image of a certain winged nation laughing with his brothers.
Three people leaned forward in interest.
"Is that . . ." One of the brothers stared in shock.
"Britannia, he's alive," the second brother breathed.
"Cambria, Emerald Isle," the third brother said. "I think we need to get something."
"Aye, Alba, let's bring our brother home."
The strange doppelgangers straightened up.
"Call a Globe meeting."
The end.
A/N: Hey, everyone. So, we wanted to tell you a few things before we left this story for good!
I actually did hit Castor with a hair straightener, that wasn't a joke.
One day, I drank four cups of coffee. I started saying "never trust a bunny" to everyone I saw.
This story was started in late September . . . it's finally finished.
Stay tuned for our next story!