Author's Note:

HIYA! First in an 'Unrequite' update. I had another revision of the first chap,but I finished it already so I'm back on track.

Life's worse know since I fucking screwed up my exams and my teacher's being a bitch, pissed on me for something I didn't do, technically speaking. So my mom's gonna ground me two weeks from now, I already did the math...so I may not be able to right regularly for that point onwards, indefinitely. No worries I will find a loop hole.

to 'guest':

make an account on FF, I love ya! Anyway, I know Spain's conquistador side very well. I am from the Philippines, so the bad things Spaniards did to us is well written and discussed. I MEAN THE ONLY THING WE DON'T REGRET IS THE RELIGION THEY GAVE. Education, food, and etc are secondary. I don't have a grudge towards Spaniards, I only read it.

Guest, I actually had an idea to write it, I just have to right some stuff first. Plus, this side is a very important factor in unrequited. XD. I don't ship SpaMano. Tough I will reveal who I ship with on the one-shot showing his conquistador side.

GCJakey's note:

i haven't been writing, all I do is read TK's work and comment. I feel so sorry for him for messing up in the exam, I know that he'll do better next time. Again, we'll be revealing a crack pairing. This is another reason for the unrequited redo since we used to ship SuFin...not anymore.

i think Denmark's really really sexy and he deserves this fic for all his sexy-ass glory!

warnings: Sexy!Denmark, Brotherly! Denmark, Fainting!America, Hairy!Russia, Pouty!Sweden, Uke! Sweden, Fangirling!Nations.

We do not own Hetalia

Sexy and He doesn't know it

The countries somehow got stuck in a Dormitory for the weekend. It seems that there was a major reconstruction going on on all the hotels within the area being done. To top it off, there seemed to be only one facility that would accommodate them and it just so happened that it could accommodate a few hundred nations. So the girls plus Feliks got the east side while the boys got the west side of the gigantic building.

Of course, a lot of testosterone meant that there would be a lot of personalities that would bash, clash, and crash with one another to establish dominance.

There was only one shower room and again it was peculiarly big enough for all of them. While the water was supposed to wash off their musky morning scents, it could not erase the filling tension of the men who wanted to be top dog.

"I have the best body here, we already established that, FRANCIS!" Ivan used his height and MASSIVE BUILT to scare the hard-headed nation to no avail.

"Size and hair have nothing to do with beauty...you look like a freaking bear...unlike moi." He flipped his hair showing his toned, slightly hairy body that was considerably smaller than the lumbering Russian.

"Oh really?" Ivan got irritated and flexed his very hairy chest. It was the largest of them all with a long scar running through the middle under the thick fur.

Then he flexed his very hairy arms in a double bicep flex, his fur running passed his forearms, that hid the wounds he got from barb wires way back when. He flexed his triceps and then he brought the huge muscles to the back of his head, showing the thick bush under his arms.

Then his hairy abs were tightened as if they weren't tight enough, the hair over it was wrapped tightly over each, not hindering its form at all. The sides were very smooth like a baby's bottom, pale but hard as ever.

He turned around and tensed his back, showing his giant back tattoo. It was a feather-skeleton design with vivid feathers spreading across it from his right shoulder blade. It faded towards the left, showing a rib age sort of design that gradually disappeared going down his beautiful back with a huge exploded burn mark going down his fine ass. Again, it was hairy..."-_-

Everybody marveled and gasped in awe. He hasn't taken his bath yet and every movement released a pungent aroma.

"You smell like a wet dog with moldy cheese..." The French man commented, causing Ivan to scowl further.

"Oh really..." He smirked and swiped a collection of seat from his body, digging deeper on his armpits. "Now you're gonna smell like me!" He snickered as he swiped his smelly hands all over France, who was irking and gasping in disgust.

"I will Antoinette you, ass hole!" He shoved the Russian to the nearest stall, causing all to laugh. Then the two opponents started laughing as well.

"But seriously the title belongs to moi!" France continued to brag, earning roars of disagreement from all.

"I think a have a better body than you." Sweden, wearing his blue briefs, crossed his thick arms, causing his massive fuzzy chest to flex hotly.

"We'll I think my body's the awesomest! KESESESESE! I am hunky, Grade-A-porno muscly! Big isn't always number one!" The ex-nation, Prussia, joined in flexing and posing in his black boxers. His white body hair almost invisible.

"...I-I have an awesome..." America wanted to join in but he was too sick from all the alcohol he had last night. His responsible Canadian brother, who had already bathed and even helped his twin to take a bath, was helping the younger twin to the door, they didn't need to show how awesome their bodies were.

"Mijn Liefde and I are the best ones 'ere!" Lars, the dutch representative, interjected wearing nothing, dragging a tired, just-showered-but-suspiciously sweaty Ludwig with him.

"S-stop this Lars!" The German pleaded.

"I think everybody has a great body!" Cheered Spain. He was greeted by silence then a choir of 'NAH!'

The arguing continued until a playful whistle caught their attention.

They looked at the entrance and it was as if they saw some sort of alien light. An angelic choir seemed to have randomly dropped in. Winds of epic ness silenced them further as the deep orange ray blinded them.

Though the light was strong they could make out his massive shape and as the figure came nearer, the more his light blue eyes shined and his soft creamy wheat hair became vivid.

Everybody suddenly became flustered, faltered, and ashamed, seeing the monster that was resting in the approaching man's black and red boxer shorts. Everybody covered their areas, clothed or not, and America actually fainted un heroically.

Denmark didn't seem to notice any of the stares, contented in his cute oblivion. He continued whistling and walking towards the stall he usually used for the past few days. His eyes were gleaming in happiness and his hair was as messy as ever. But like always, no matter what angle, he had the best facial features his people had to offer.

There was a huge debate whether he was supposed to be crowned first rather than Russia, to think that he represented such a small country on top of Germany. But seeing his body, coupled with height and topped by personality...it would make a lot of sense.

He didn't mind him losing though, frankly he didn't know what the hell was going on at that time. He was completely unaware due to the fact that he was on the beach, thinking that some early morning sunbathing wouldn't hurt. He was so relaxed that he fell asleep, not noticing people taking pictures of him. When he came through, he rushed to the meeting wearing his surfer shorts only to be surprised by his fellow male nations in nothing but revealing (though awesome-looking) attire and sour scowls. He noted that America went all tribal with ornate Native American headdress, tasseled and tattered cowboy pants and some other ornaments that looked either Native American or Bayou-voodoo garb. Everyone else was wearing some sort of shirtless get-up, like NedGer with matching topless zoot suits, Russia with some sort of faberge-pheonix-caged thong-thing...or something, his four younger brothers all in leather shorts and The bad-touch trio in leather pants and heels. So...after a few nano-seconds of thinking he came up with a conclusion.

"Is this some sort of RP orgy?" He asked innocently. "'Coz if it is...I'd rather go back to the beach. Oh yeah and America...I don't think it's a wise decision to do this...y-ya know j-just 'cause..." Denmark blushed causing America's face to redden could've sworn that everybody was looking at him and he could've swore America fainted...though he didn't know why.

"WE FOUND OUR SECOND PLACER! WE FOUND THE GLORIOUS SECOND!" Hungary screamed causing all the women, wearing normal attire, to gasp in marvel. He was suddenly pulled by the wrist and bestowed a crown, a sash, and a bouquet.

"Hey! Why don't I get a crown? I MEAN I'M ALREADY YOUR NUMBER ONE" Ivan sulked and pouted, feeling so hurt. All the Dane could do was smile, hiding his unease and confusion.

His neck was thick with muscles but it was also elegant, making it seem less bulky. Around it was the crucifix necklace that was given to him when he changed to Lutheran. His whole upper torso looked like a cluster of boulders. Yet it was smoothened to perfection in order for each muscle group to meet seamlessly yet profoundly. His arms were powerful. Shoulders were big cannonballs and biceps were like watermelons, tapering down beautifully to his forearms. On his wrist dangled a wooden bracelet from the missionary that baptized him to Catholicism. His beautiful abs were like six pan de sals that were baked to perfection, if they weren't hard and cut like rocks. The sides of his body were thick and huge but it seemed to just even out more with his slight silhouette than Russia or Sweden or Turkey who all looked like one whole stump. Yet he was still bigger built than the latter two.

He wasn't as hairy as Russia. He had a light blonde fuzz on his chest and a rather thick trail of hair heading below his waistline. His arms weren't covered in hair all the way through, only his forearms. And from the looks of it, he had stubs on his chin and upper lip, guess somebody forgot to shave.

He had a lot of scars that people couldn't help but look at. Spain and the Nordic four looked away in guilt as they started noticing the scars made by them. There was a stab near his heart, two long marks from his neck down his chest and the other, from side to left oblique. Next was a huge burn mark that covered a small portion of his left side but continued at the back stopping near the small of his back. His back had five stab wounds placed on it like stepping stones, a huge cross following his spine, and a hint of a dagger mark slicing his left ass arms were also decorated in gunshots and slices, though they're starting to fade one by one.

Other than that he had side tattoos on both sides.

The less damaged one, the right side, had 'Må Guds kærlighed kunne mærkes' inked in an awesome fantasy-Arial type of font starting below his hairy golden bushes, streaming down to his oblique. On the left was a gothic crucifix of sorts, directly parallel to the other one. Other than that, he had a forearm tattoo, though it didn't cover the whole forearm. It was like a crystalline pattern in strong black outlines with some hints light blue in the points where lines stopped just by his right palm.

It didn't make him look brutish or unclean, it only added to his appeal, since it was just in the border between decent and badass.

Again the Dane still didn't seem to pay attention to them as he closed the curtain of his stall. The others took a peek of the exposed feet below, seeing the water reach the floor and hearing the long throaty, hot, contented hum of 'big brother'. People were beginning to steer and panic, earnestly confused at their own reactions with America still unconscious.

Just then there was a soggy plopping sound. Their eyes all reverted back to the curtains that obscured the view of his body ankles-up. HIS FUCKING BOXERS WERE NOW DISCARDED!

The men were too shocked to even gasp audibly. There faces were lit bright-red, minds were whirring, and stuff started tightening.

Matthias took one deep breath...

"Oh, yeah, yeah,

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"

His voice was angelic, though not high-pitched and prissy nor low and brooding. It was just right. Though it was better than just right, it was like sex for the ears. If there was something more than an eargasm, this was it. It had some raspy, grainy quality to it that made it sensual to the ears, as if every word that was sang was a stimulant for anyone, men or women. Angelic yet sultry. THE TITLE OF CANARY DOES NOT DESERVE SUCH AN AWESOME FORCE...IT IS TOO LOWLY FOR SUCH BEARER OF THE GIFT OF MUSIC, though the name originally meant that he was Germany's pet. Still...

The others felt like warm velvet was wrapped around them as the feeling of calm and warmth consume every ounce of anger and instead was replaced by epic fan-girling, but they kept silent.

"Oh, yeah, yeah,

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah"

Japan got his recording equipment, planning to edit out the ambient sound and pasting in some instrumentals or probably sell the acapella to DJs.

"Never had much faith in love or miracles

Never wanna put my heart on the line"

"*Sigh* Typical for a ruffian! Such an indecent song" England spat out venom of concentrated jealousy. "Stupid. canary."

"SHUT UP, EYE BROWS!" France silenced his boyfriend with a soggy, used towel used by Russia. Of course, it was met by repulsed gargles and chokes.

"But swimming in your water is something spiritual

I'm born again every time you spend the night"

The audience increased, sitting by the benches, savoring the melodious voice accentuated by the tapping of his feet, causing splashes to occur.

"'Cause your sex takes me to paradise

Yeah, your sex takes me to paradise

And it shows, yeah, yeah, yeah"

"W-what happened?" America came through, rubbing his throbbing temples.

"Oh, Denmark's naked and his taking a shower and we're listening to him sing." Russia answered, placing his hands on America's round, muscular shoulder with a soft smile. He thought that the way Al kept on fainting this passed few days was worrying and strange.

"H-HVAD?" The American's eyes were shocked-white and his mouth was as big as an anaconda's. he immediately fainted with a massive nose bleed.

"A-AL!" Canada and Russia immediately jumped for the falling American, catching him before he hit the hard floor.

"'Cause you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven

For too long, for too long"

"AIYA! You young people and your whole pop-music! It is so loud and disturbing, aru! Why is he singing like some screaming moron?" China was already dressed to the amazement of all. Come to think of it, they never actually saw him take his clothes off or take a shower.

"Shut up." Norway stood up, towel-drying his platinum blonde hair then patting down his beautifully sculpted body. He was more of the swimming-built and he had a little trail of almost-white hair pass his navel. He had small scars as well -and a big one that span across his back.

"NOBODY HAS THE RIGHT TO CALL BIG BROTHER NAMES!" The Nordics glared at China, causing China to hide behind Russia who he thought was in love with him, much to the younger Russian's annoyance.

*NORDIC FOUR=INCREDIBLY PROTECTIVE AND DEEPLY IN LOVE, in the brotherly sense, WITH DENMARK. THOUGH THEY HAVE TROUBLE ADMITTING IT AND SHOWING IT IN FRONT OF HIM DUE TO SHAME, GUILT, AND EMBARRASSMENT SPAN OVER CENTURIES. INTERESTING FACT, EACH HAS FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM AT ONE POINT IN THEIR LIVES, BUT DENMARK HAS TALKED TO THEM ABOUT IT SEVERAL TIMES OVER IN A CALM AND JUST REALLY AWESOME MANNER.

"Yeah, you make me feel like I've been locked out of heaven

For too long, for too lo-0-o-o-oo~ng"

The graininess of the voice sent shivers down everyone's spine. Then there was a freaking rocking high note in the end that was too fucking much for everybody! TOO FUCKING MUCH!

"Now, I'm gonna put some scar be gone~cause I want my scars to be gone~And it doesn't even work~I've been using this shit for five years~" the Dane started singing badly on purpose in his own melody, followed by awesome beat-boxing.

"Doesn't mean I'm hot~that I don't have insecurities~and...hmm...and..." The singing stopped as Denmark thought of something to continue with. "Um...STUFF..." The man laughed happily, causing everyone to blush...it was much less annoying than usual.

"Meget god." The water stopped and they heard his towel flail and flap in the air and rub his body. HIS BODY. OH GOD. DAMN, IT TOOK EVERY OUNCE OF STRENGTH JUST TO RESTRAIN THEMSELVES FROM PEEPING, it wouldn't set well with Denmark. They wouldn't take the risk, they wouldn't risk getting beaten to a pulp by the Nordics and America...NOT AMERICA! ANYONE BUT HIM.

He stepped out with his hair damp and matted down yet still messy enough to stick out in some places. It still looked hot on him, his fair hair covering his left eye.

The nations immediately looked away and scrambled to be anywhere but near the Dane's stall. They looked all innocent, hiding their blushing face.

America started to wake up. His hunk body lied on the uncomfortable bench. His blue eyes opened slowly, feeling woozy.

"Hey, America, are ya all right? You've been passing out for a couple of days." Matthias ,standing over Alfred, was in nothing but his red towel. And it wasn't even wrapped tightly. America could see the hair...the hair leading to..t-to..his...h-hi...

The American fainted again, causing the Dane to flip out and panic, his strong hand under the strawberry blonde head.

"D-does he have a sleeping disorder or something? Or blood deficiency..." He asked worriedly. He checked his temperature and felt his cheeks a little too much.

"Non, Monsieur Denmark, he just had a rough night last night." Canada lied calmly.

Denmark wasn't convinced, but it had to be for a good reason for his best friend's twin to lie to him. Just then, he realized that he was still cupping his crush's cheeks in his rough hands.

"Okay then...I'll be swinging by l-later..." He pulled away, blushing harder than before. He almost reached for it again, but stopped himself before it was too far gone. He laughed nervously and started to squirm around causing the towel he had to fall.

*GIRLY GASPS!* *SQUEALS* *MAN-CRY OF ADMIRATION*

Denmark caught it before it could reveal his God-given gift. His ass was exposed and he laughed apologetically. "Undsklyd, mine venner." He bowed his head and proceeded to wrap the towel and proceed to walk out of the locker room.

"I have never been this self-conscious in my life. Oui?" France, nude as ever, asked every man in the room.

They agreed unanimously. The rest of the morning was spent with them water-fighting and towel-slapping. Then awful quietness and boredom made them all call it quits and move out.

EXTRA CRACK: SWEDE DOWN UNDER!

Sweden started feeling strange seeing big brother almost getting naked. He had a huge crush on him before (Viking days), not that it was that bad, being not really related to him. He still remembers the day when he had the talk with him. Denmark was soft-spoken, mature, effortlessly humorous, and empathetic. But in the end, big brother told him that he didn't love him that way but he also said that he wasn't just gonna assume that no feelings would developed over time.

DAMN IT, that's one of the main reason he fell so hard, he didn't dismiss the possibility, he kept an open-mind to everything while still keeping his virtues and beliefs strong. That made him hope for it one day, then the others started falling for him too. Norway made him roast rabbit and Finland teamed up with said nation to make a scarf made of rabbit fur and Iceland would literally fake-cry to get the Dane's attention. Sweden worked out, having grown the same age as big brother who has sixteen then, hoping that he could entice him physically.

But alas, the four grew out of the phase. Then there was the Union...then war...since then he hasn't talked to him the way he used to. He knew that big brother's still there somewhere in the doofus asshole, but he's outnumbered three to one. Even Norway, the second eldest, was convinced that he was long gone.

Berwald shook his head under the white towel.

He didn't want to believe that, but he was also scared to find out. It was a sensitive case. Last time he saw him acting normal was when he went to war with Spain. When he came back, he was different, he wasn't even sane anymore. The union had nothing to do with it, it wasn't power that drove him crazy...he knew that much. The Dano-Swedish war was a way to get the four out of Denmark's sadistic hold, Norway's boss even risked getting killed just to save them. But Norway stayed, he felt guilty with his boss jeopardizing himself and his people for him. He represented both him and Matthias for three hundred years. When the Union ended, Lukas seemed to be have lost all hope...he wanted nothing to do with the Dane since then, but he still wished that he could turn back time. They all did.

He stood up from the bench, he could feel the high noon heat already. His pale body glistened, still being wet from his shower.

His muscles were huge and bulky, his abs were cut from stone and he had a huge intimidating chest and basketball biceps and light hair running down his whole torso. He had a rebellious tramp-stamp in old Germanic scriptures and script tattoos on each triceps. His left oblique had a stab wound that got so deep that he was nowhere flexible enough to reach his toes anymore. There were also huge Xs on his front and back and a slash down his side. He has always looked intimidating, which was such a far cry from the lanky lad he was an eon back. Everybody was scared of him due to his face, so even his body was feared and secretly admired. But there was one who thought that every face he made was cute...and every time he moaned was even cuter...

"G'day, mate!" He heard a familiar holler from the doorway. There stepped in the representative of the land down under, who must've overslept...like always.

Australia was leaner and lighter-built than the North American twins by a noticeable but small margin but was taller than them and he was bigger than the rest. He was smooth and tanned just right, it was warm no matter what. His chocolate hair was swept up. His muscles were rippling and his abs were cut with great attention to detail. His chest was toned perfectly and his arms were robust. He wore a neon orange brief that was painful to the eyes. Also he had two wrist tattoos, both were almost identical and were based on tribal Australian patterns. He had some crocodile bites, dingo scratches and snake bites for scars. Mostly along the arms and back.

The Swede crossed his arms, facing away from the smaller and younger nation.

"Oh don't be like that...I didn't mean it...you were just too hot." He hugged from his lover's toned side, on his knees and begging. His stubbled chin was rough on Sweden's skin. Berwald remained unwavering. He felt the hands grope his hard muscles, worshipping and appreciating every muscle group lovingly.

"Waldy..." Sweden looked down, greeted by pleading topaz-emeralds. It was too much for him, he blushed but looked away as best as he could.

"...it really hurt last night, you were too rough...and you're not even spending a lot of time with me anymore...then you're always with New Zealand...then Wy...then England." The Swede scowled.

Jett stood up with a goofy grin before kissing the taller man on the cheek, feeling the heat coming from his lover's pale cheeks. His cold blue eyes were bulging out of its sockets.

"Their family...and you told me that you're not ready to tell them about us yet...you actually 'told' America and Canada first...well, they actually caught us in the act...those blokes are awesome but when are you gonna tell Nor or Finny?" The Aussie pouted really hard, making the sulking nation feel a little guilty.

"I'm not ready...what if they don't like us together?" The Swede looked really sad, moving to squeeze Jett tighter.

"You were looking at our pictures again, weren't you?" The shorter man asked worriedly. Waldy had a habit of looking at their pictures, worrying if the people would think that they looked good together, hoping that when the time does come...people wouldn't tell them that they weren't a cute couple.

"M-maybe a little...then I took some couple's test on the net..." The strong Sweden rested his chin on the other's oily head.

"So~?" The tanned Australia asked cheekily. Sve irked and looked away.

"Results varied..."he coughed a bit. He could feel his tanned lover wiggle his head to tickle his stubby chin.

"That's how it works, mate. Results vary...doesn't mean that when we're not a perfect fit that we won't get stuck with each other." He replied cheesily, he knew that his Sweden loved chick-flick stuff.

"You can be so cheesy, asshole." The taller man giggled.

Now how the hell did they meet? HOW COULD THEY EVEN THINK OF EACH OTHER IF THEY WERE WORLDS APART?

(A/N: this is a summary of the fic I'm planning for them...expected to happen...years after today...LOL)

Rebound has such a broad meaning.

Sweden was devastated when he found out that Finland didn't love him back and they've been together for years. For months, Sweden just wanted to get his shit together and make Finland love him. When that didn't happen, he started sleeping around and it just so happened that he liked Australia's availability.

They had this fuck-buddy relationship for months. Strangely, he got really close to the Australian and he started feeling stuff for him even though back then Jett was just a sleeping around, not really looking for a relationship. The tanned man kept on asking things about him to no end and reinforcing that expressing himself was a very good thing via treats, praise, pats on the head, and a good hard pounding. It really made him more open to conversations, especially to him. He never felt so connected and open to anyone for a long time, he was his best friend.

It got to the point that he didn't really need a reward, all he needed was his fine-ass lover who was there to listen to him and comment and respond like he was talking to a normal person, that was not how most talked to him. It felt good...like he was special...and a little girly and giggly, damn it. One thing led to another, he got over Finland and he has been stuck with the asshole for seven years and counting.

"Did you get my text?" Berwald wasn't gonna let his mask slip just yet.

"Yup. It was an angry face. Knife. Rainbow. And a unicorn. Man, you have to calm down when we fight." Jett answered, knowing what the whole emoji text meant. Well, in Wald-code anyway. It was how Waldy texted him nowadays, that and his constant chatty and lengthy phone calls. Even with his deep voice, he was always entertaining. Good thing he listened to his advice and reinforce his sweetheart's chatty-humorous side.

"Sorry...please." He pleaded once more, earning him a small sweet kiss from his taller 'wife'. "Oh yeah, lycklig årsdag, min kärlek." Jett greeted in Swedish, still with a little bit of an accent but he was getting better at it.

Waldy looked down, confused...their anniversary's months away. "J, what anniversary?" He asked.

"Our first one-night stand, silly!" Jett laughed loudly causing the older nation to blush. He brought his clenched fist to softly knock on the top of his rich brown hair.

"Idiot." He giggled with his lips softly curving up.

"But I'm your idiot." Jett came in for chaste, loving kiss. He pulled away before diving back in, deeper, hotter, and with more tongue.

Waldy returned it in full, getting excited already. He crushed him in his powerful arms as he started to lose balance, he wanted to submit himself oh so much, he felt the warm hands encase around his waist, making them grind their bodies, his lover's bright orange and his tight towel.

"D-do me, now, J...I-I need you...make me scream 'I'm Berwald O. Kirkland'." The hot breath of Waldy grazed Jett's earlobes, making his mind spin in dirty thoughts.

"Go to one of the stalls...I wanna play hide and seek." Australia smirk, squeezing Sweden's ass. "Go on." He ordered, slapping the submissive ass. The giant ran for it, finding a stall for them to make love in.

"Oh hej, Australia." Jett heard a familiar voice. Smooth, seductive, and strong.

"M-Matthias, what brings you around here?" The nation tensed, seeing the man before him in all his awesomeness. His big frame was intimidating and addictive to the eyes, and his pants were sagging low.

"Oh...America's still unconscious, so I decided to stalk you two. how're ya, by the way?" The Dane asked happily.

"F-fine. W-we were about to fool around, b-but if you don't want us to, w-we could do it somewhere else...sir." He said like a soldier facing the scariest general in the world. He wanted to prove his worth so much.

"Nej. He'd be pissed at ya, so go on." The taller man answered calmly, waving him off to go to his horny brother.

"Thank you for helping me with him...I thought it was a bit e-extreme that you wanted me to treat him like a dog...w-with the treats and pounding, but because of you...I-I just..." He was cut off by a hand raised calmly in the air. He still wanted to say so much more. Matthias was the one who gave him the confidence to even pursue Sve, having harbors a crush on him for some time.

Denmark didn't want to hear it, all he wanted was to see his brother happy in Australia's arm.

"No need, that was how I raised them. Plus, I had an eye on you for him, he needs someone always living off the edge...did ya tell him that I helped?" He stood up, towering the flustered nation.

"N-no, he doesn't know that you know, s-sir...I know you don't want me too...I've tried talking to him about you but..." The confident man stuttered to Matthias's confusion, he just wanted to check up on them in secret.

"I don't wanna know..." He answered shyly. "I don't wanna remember how much I fucked them all up..." The Dane smiled sadly.

"I'll be on my way then, just remember that if ya do cheat on him...I have the privilege to cut your balls and nail them on his door." Denmark smiled, though genuinely not to threaten. "Viking law." He laughed as he patted the scared Australian's back.

"He'll be wanting ya now...J-just make him enjoy it or somethin'" the blush on the Viking's face was priceless. Australia's face was even more so, he just didn't want Denmark to think that he was wrong to have allowed him to love Sweden for all those years.

Even if they were a very low-key couple, there was a lot of passion and love between them, at least that's how much effort Jett feels he's giving to him. He couldn't imagine how much it'll hurt to see Berwald leave because of something he might do.

It wasn't just the hot body and the hot face and the tight, hard, wonderful, mouth-watering, slightly jiggly, awesome-for-slapping ass of his, but the prideful...clumsy...cautious...awkward...bad-ass.. .shy...pouty...independent (sometimes dependent)...ticklish...giving...always-there-when -you-need-him-and-will-help-you-through-anything.. .selfless...and fun man who was just too good not to cuddle and smooch like crazy every night. He wasn't scary, he was just overlooked and damn Australia considered himself lucky to be one of the few to take a closer look.

"Hey, you took long enough..." He felt the burly arms wrap around behind him possessively, he was sulking but it was laced in concern.

"Is there something wrong, min kärlak?" His face was plastered in concern, using his rough hand to guide the viridian eyes to his cerulean ones. His hands weren't rough to the Australian, it was warm and it made him melt every time.

"Nothing, 'just thinking out how t'make it worthwhile. So, still wanna do it?" He grinned reassuringly, kissing the cheek tenderly.

"Maybe later, you still owe me lunch and dinner...then breakfast...then lunch...then dinner..." He repeated after every kiss down Australia's jaws.

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I owe you every single meal for the rest of your life, free-loader." He snickered, causing Sweden to scowl.

"But I love your kangaroo chops...you are definitely the better cook." The bigger European swayed them both gently to emphasize, he's gonna get what he wanted. He always did, sometimes he was getting a little spoiled, but it was all in good fun.

"Don't say stuff like that...I love your smorgasbords!" Jett rocked with his lover.

"I love you, wifey" The Land Down Under was fully aware of their huge age gap, but it wasn't't by two eons, it was just by eight hundred years or so, since he has already been around for quite sometime. Physically, he's younger by three years. That doesn't mean that he wasn't the one wearing the dick. His beloved Swede is proof of his dominance.

"Jag älskar dig också" He didn't mind it anymore, sometimes he liked hearing that...but if he said that out in public (since not a lot of countries knew that they're in a relationship), he would strangle his beloved Aussie.

They kissed tenderly with small laughs escaping.

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I love AuSwe or something. Again I totally forgot about Australia and then I think he can totally be interesting with Sve since he isn't afraid of how he looks since he already as a scary koala. XD and he'll like forcing him out of his comfort zone and whatnot.

The 'his' Australia's talking about is Denmark. K.