Belarus had been searching for Russia and was determined to find him. She was furious that she had been called to go help some other countries with Denmark's doppelganger. Honestly, she wanted to go straight back to Germany's house and threaten them all with her trusty knife and make them change their mind. She would have too if it were not for the time consuming trip over there, but even if she had time to go all they way back to force them to change their minds, she would rather prefer to ignore them and keep looking for Russia.
It took a lot of coaxing from Ukraine to get her to go assist the other countries. Belarus made Ukraine swear that she wouldn't get in the way of her and Russia when they find him and she had agreed. Belarus wasn't exactly content with that but it would have to do; Germany had taken over for Vietnam and had been yelling at her to go help the others.
And so that was how Belarus ended up fighting Dark Denmark in the middle of Latvia. It was something she never thought she'd do, but that didn't matter. What mattered now was killing that damn doppelganger and get the hell out of there so she could find her beloved brother and future husband (okay, so maybe that 'husband' thing was one sided, but Russia was always going around telling people to "Become one with Mother Russia, da?" so why not let her truly become one with him?).
Belarus had to admit, Dark Denmark was one strong man. Already Dark Denmark had sliced her left ankle. Her blood ran down her shiny black shoes and onto the dry ground, puddling around her. It hurt to move, but her fierce will didn't allow her to slow down because of that. She gave it her all for Russia, because she knew that deep down, he would be cheering her on and win.
The axe came again, and Dark Denmark was charging now. Belarus, due to her petite figure, easily ducked underneath and lunged forward, her knife just as bloodthirsty as Dark Denmark's axe.
She stabbed the knife into him, forcing the blade in as far as she could get it. Normally she'd pull it out after that but for Russia's sake, she smiled cruelly and twisted the knife, making sure the damage was brutal. Pulling out, she pushed Dark Denmark away and watched as he toppled to the ground.
"Belarus!" Lithuania's voice exclaimed from the barn.
Belarus scowled and shot a look at him. "What?" she snapped.
Lithuania reddened a little in the face but he came out from his hiding place and nodded to her ankle. "You're bleeding. I can patch it up if you like."
Belarus declined at once. "I can do things myself." she sniffed.
"Hey, Liet..." Lithuania and Belarus turned at the sound of Finland's voice. "Is he dead? Is Denmark's doppelganger gone?"
Lithuania grimaced at how Belarus had attacked Dark Denmark. Even though Dark Denmark was an enemy, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the pain he (or it; the doppelgangers were physical forms of hatred so they'd be referred to as 'it', right?) went through.
Belarus threw back her hair and sat down on the ground, getting ready to tend to her wound. "He's dead." she announced. "I killed him. Now go and find Big Brother Russia." she added curtly.
"But we need to wait for Sweden and Norway to recover." Finland said uncertainly, keeping himself a good distance away from Belarus. "And some are injured. We can't just-" He stopped mid sentence, a new wave of horror washing onto his face. "He's not dead."
Belarus snapped her attention to him. "What? What did you say?"
Finland pointed behind her and Lithuania. "He's up, he's up!"
Dark Denmark chuckled. His voice sounded exactly like the real Denmark, but something about the doppelganger's voice seemed more sinister, sly, and cold. It has a near raspy sound, but then again, at the same time, it didn't. It was an ominous sound, one that seemed to echo.
No, not echo; it was as if two people were speaking. It sounded as if the real Denmark was speaking along with a more sinister version.
Belarus muttered something Lithuania didn't catch. But he wasn't concerned with what she said; he was much more concerned about how the knife wound was gone. There was no trace of blood on him; he healed completely.
"You can't kill me." Dark Denmark jeered. "You can never kill me."
Belarus gave Dark Denmark a death glare. Lithuania knew enough that the glare she had on her face was terrifying enough to even make Russia cower, and that was saying something.
Dark Denmark, however, didn't flinch. His smirk widened and he seemed to savor the glare. "You hate me, don't you?" he cooed mockingly. "You haven't killed me on your first try. I don't blame you for being angry."
Lithuania felt that the word 'angry' was a total understatement. Furious, infuriated, raging, vehement, and demented would suit Belarus a little better. All in all, she was like a demon. A very beautiful demon.
Belarus tried to stand up but she forgot that her ankle was in bad shape and gasped, falling back down. Lithuania rushed to her but she pushed his face away, scowling, "Don't touch me."
There wasn't time to argue. Dark Denmark was ready for them once again and he hoisted his axe up. He didn't charge. He took his time, leisurely making his way to them. Dark Denmark lost all expression in his face again.
Lithuania tightened his hand into a fist and stood up in front of Belarus protectively. He ignored her when she scowled she didn't need his help.
Dark Denmark stopped a few feet in front of him and a small smile played onto his lips. "Oh? You want to play again?"
Lithuania wanted to say something but Belarus jabbed violently at the back of his knee. His leg gave way but he caught himself before he fell by balancing on one foot. "What was that for Belarus?" he demanded, fear suddenly striking his heart. Because of Belarus, his right leg no longer worked thanks to her hitting a pressure point.
She glared at him ans repeated icily, "I do not need your help you bastard."
"But that doesn't mean you can disable me!"
Belarus silenced him with a deadly look. "Say that again and I'll gouge your eyes out."
Dark Denmark brought his axe forward, allowing it to rest on top of Lithuania's shoulder. Lithuania flinched but didn't dare to move. He felt like he'd sway and topple over but the edge of the axe was firmly fitted in between shoulder blade and collarbone and it held him in place. Lithuania grimaced when he felt it cut into his skin and fresh new blood ran down his chest and arm.
"Do you hate me?" Dark Denmark asked quietly. He eyed Lithuania carefully.
Lithuania hesitated, unsure of how to respond. From behind he heard footsteps running towards them but they stopped abruptly. Iceland and Latvia had probably arrived to the scene. Lithuania wanted to turn and tell them to take Belarus out of there and flee but he couldn't say anything.
Dark Denmark's dark red eyes flickered past Lithuania and glued his gaze on the people behind him. Lithuania froze, holding his breath. Did the doppelganger want to harm the others now? He couldn't let that happen! Not a chance!
Only...it was impossible for him to do anything in his situation. Dark Denmark lifted the axe out of his flesh and the sudden unbalance caused him to lean to the side. Hopping gently to keep upright, Lithuania watched in horror as Dark Denmark past him in a dark blur. Lithuania landed on the ground beside a scowling Belarus.
"You are on my foot." she sneered at him.
Lithuania scooted away from her meekly and started to drag himself to the others. They needed help, or at least a diversion so they could flee. But then he stopped and gaped at the towering Sweden who had grabbed the shaft of Dark Denmark's axe and was preventing the axe from swinging.
Dark Denmark looked surprised at Sweden's recovery but his look of surprise contorted to sheer distaste. He lifted the pressure from his axe and stepped back, but Sweden refused to let go of the shaft and held on.
Dark Denmark released his own axe and took advantage of Sweden's reaction and dealt a hard, clean blow to Sweden's head with his fist.
Sweden barely had the time to block; he managed to shift to the side and Dark Denmark's fist missed his nose and slammed into his cheekbone. Lithuania heard Finland let out a small whimper of distress when they all heard the loud sound the blow made. It sounded painful, but even if it was, Sweden didn't let them know the severity.
Sweden staggered back but gripped Dark Denmark's axe tightly, ready to swing with all of his might. Dark Denmark had anticipated that much and said hungrily, "Go on then. Have at it."
And so Sweden did. Lithuania wasn't particularly very close with Sweden, but one look at him and people get the impression he was very strong. He even heard the swoosh of the the axe as it came down, and it came down so quickly that there was no dodging it.
Dark Denmark didn't dodge it. He didn't even look intimidated. What happened next was something unexpected and something that no sane person would ever do. Dark Denmark round kicked the shaft of the axe as it came down in a speed that Lithuania couldn't believe. He even doubted that it actually happened until the effect was shown; the shaft broke.
Everyone froze except for Dark Denmark as the upper half of the broken axe flew up and behind Dark Denmark. The blade twirled in the air, flinging small droplets of blood that remained on the dark metal, and lodged itself into the ground. Sweden was stunned. Even Belarus was dumbstruck.
Dark Denmark returned to a normal stance, adjusted his red cuffs from underneath his black coat, and looked up at Sweden with a demon like smile. "What's the matter? Didn't you hear me? I said 'have at it'."
No reply from Sweden.
Dark Denmark licked his lips. "I see. Was that it? Nothing up your sleeve?" Cracking his knuckles, Dark Denmark laughed. "You were much more tougher before you bastard. You were so strong that our wars were called into stalemate." Dark Denmark quieted and he shot a loathing look at Sweden.
Finland looked from Dark Denmark to Sweden, gulping.
Dark Denmark spat, "I may be a mere fragment of the real Denmark but I'm still part of him." He then paused, a broad smirk tugging at his lips. "And a mere fragment will kill you. You have no idea how long I had wanted to see this."
Without warning, Dark Denmark lunged, prepared to land another hit on Sweden. Finland was about to yell and rush forward to do something but there was no need. A loud boom shot out of nowhere and a seemingly invisible force caused Dark Denmark to jerk away, stopping him before he could hit Sweden.
A small click clack sound of a gun drew their attention far behind Sweden and to the blonde Switzerland with a scowl to match Dark Denmark's. "With everyone here one would think you have everything under control." Switzerland muttered.
Denmark and Sweden had been at war roughly four hundred and fifty years back. The Nordic Seven Years War (1563-1570) was between Sweden and Denmark-Norway (the kingdoms of Denmark and Norway were united during the time). Other participants of the war included Lübeck and the Polish-Lithuanian Union. After the fall of the Kalmar Union, Sweden wanted to "break Denmark's dominating position." Denmark-Norway was not satisfied with this and so war broke out. Neither side won; their men fought until both sides were tired of fighting. The Treaty of Stettin was signed on the 13th of December, 1570.
Another war between these two was during the Kalmar War (1611-1613). Sweden had found an alternative trade route that didn't require them to pay Sound Dues (a toll to pass by 'The Sound', which is a strait). The Sound Dues were one of Denmark's main source of income and that didn't make him happy. The war was also about which country controlled over Lapland. Denmark 'won' and incorporated Lapland into Norway, thus keeping Lapland under Denmark's rule. However, Sweden no longer had to pay the Sound Dues regardless of whichever trade route taken. The Treaty of Knäred was signed on the 21st of January, 1613.