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You weren't sure yet if you felt like braving what looked like a November snow storm to get to class. I mean, you only had one class today, so was it really worth it to leave the sanctuary of your home? Did you really want to risk life and limb in order to get to a class that only lasted an hour and fifteen minutes? Were you really okay with risking your health and personal safety for a greater education? Why were you still asking yourself questions? The answer had been a definite no from the start.

So, not regretting your decision at all, you went into your kitchen to make some hot chocolate and grab a piece of cake from the fridge. As the milk you were using warmed up in the microwave, you headed to your bedroom to grab a blanket. The microwave beeped and you went back into the kitchen and mixed the milk into the powder. Collecting your food items, you padded into the living room to watch a movie. You browsed through your DVDs and finally settled on The Emperor's New Groove. You popped the disc in and settled back into the couch.

Right when Kuzco gets turned into a llama, there's a loud bang and all of a sudden there's a man sprawled across your lap.

"What the hell?" you shrieked, leaping up, which sends the guy to the floor.

"Oowww. That is not the way to treat the King of Northern Europe," the guy mutters into the floor. You gaped at the man who materialized in your house. He did not just say "King of Northern Europe." A person appearing out of nowhere was bad enough, but now you might be dealing with one of the cockiest characters of Hetalia for crying out loud!

You hesitantly extended your leg and nudged his side with a toe. He kinda hadn't moved again after he'd fallen. You screeched when his hand shot out and latched onto your ankle. You furiously shook and twisted your foot around to get him to let go, which caused you to accidentally kick him in the face.

"OW!" You yanked your foot back, clutching your knees to your chest. The man you believed to be Denmark was now kneeling on the floor, both hands over his nose. You noticed a little bit of blood dripping through his fingers and immediately freaked out.

"OH MY GOD!! I DIDN'T MEAN TO KICK YOU SO HARD!! I MEAN, I DIDN'T MEAN TO KICK YOU AT ALL BUT YOU GRABBED MY ANKLE AND I FREAKED OUT AND I NEED TO STOP TALKING AND GET YOU STUFF FOR YOUR NOSE!!!!" And with that said, you ran to the kitchen to grab some paper towels, cotton swabs, peroxide, and an ice pack. Moving as fast as you could, you brought all of the stuff back into the living and set everything up within arms' length as you kneeled in front of him.

In your haste to fix the damage you'd caused, you failed to notice Denmark watching you in amusement, one hand still over his nose. Even though he had no idea where he was or how he got there, you were pretty cute, so the situation wasn't all bad. And even if you did kick him in the face, you seemed to feel really bad about it, which meant you were probably nice too.

You flailed your arms as you realized that if his nose was broken you had no idea what to do. You looked at him and moved your arms forward to hold his head to look at his nose. But then you pulled them back. You went back and forth, back and forth, not sure if you would actually be helping by checking his nose, or if he would actually let you get that close to him. Not to mention you really didn't even know what to look for.

Finally, you just decided to check his nose yourself. You pulled his hand away and grabbed his cheeks. He blinked at you.

"Um…what are you doing?" You tilted and turned his head, trying to get an all-around look at his nose.

"I'm trying to see if maybe I broke your nose. Does it hurt?" He crossed his eyes in an attempt to look at his nose himself. You had to bite your lip to keep from giggling.

"Yeah, it hurts a lot. I can't breathe through it well either." You grabbed some paper towels and wetted them with peroxide.

"I'm really really sorry about this," you said as you cleaned up the blood on his face. "You just appeared out of thin air in my house and then you grabbed my ankle and I just kinda freaked out." He shrugged and tried not to move his head to make the cleaning easier.

"It's no problem. I'd have been surprised too." You finished cleaning his face and looked at his nose again.

"I think I should take you to a hospital. I'm not sure if it's actually broken or not." He nodded and stood up. You followed suit, grabbing your supplies and dumping them in the kitchen. You turned back to him.

"I'm gonna change and then we can go." You hurried into your bedroom and threw on a couple of layers of clothes, grabbed your purse and jacket and went back into the hall. You walked up to Denmark and checked out his attire.

"Are you gonna be warm enough in that? It's pretty cold out." He started to laugh then cut himself off with a wince.

"I've seen worse." You shrugged and opened the door, motioning him to follow. You quickly shut and locked the door and ran to the car to get out of the cold. Once the two of you were in, you turned on the engine and blasted the heat before pulling out and heading for the hospital.

You both sat in silence. You were debating with yourself on whether or not to mention just yet that you knew who he was and that he was pretty much from another world. But Denmark was the one to break the silence first.

"So what's your name?" You flinched a little. You'd zoned out a bit, thinking of how to start a conversation.

"Uh, (Full Name)."

"Cool name. I'm Denmark! But you can call me Mathias!" You glance at him before turning your attention back to the road.

"I kind of…already know who you are," you muttered. You could see him gaping at you out of the corner of your eye. You sighed.

"How the heck could you know who I am?!"

"I don't have any proof on me, but you're a character in an anime called Hetalia here. You and all of the other countries are not real people." Mathias slumped in his seat, his head lowered. You glanced at him again, a little worried.

"Look, uh, Mathias. Why don't you stay with me until you figure out where you wanna go from here. Does that sound alright to you?" He turned to look at you. He was honestly surprised that you would offer such a thing to someone who literally came out of nowhere and was supposedly non-existent in your world. But he didn't have any other choice really. He had no clue how he ended up here in the first place, nor any idea how to get back.

"Yeah. Thanks for the offer."

"It's the least I can do." The rest of the ride passed in silence. But really. What can you say the first time you meet an anime character?

You reached the hospital and took him to the ER. After informing the nurse of what the problem was, the two of you were directed to the waiting room. There was only one empty seat so you offered it to Mathias, since he was the injured one. He outright refused.

"You're a lady. And a King never sits while making a lady stand." You giggled at this unexpected chivalry.

"But you're the one with a broken nose. You lost blood too. What if you get dizzy?" He tapped his lip with a finger, looking to be in deep thought. Without further ado, he plopped down on the chair. You nodded, satisfied. Then he grabbed you and pulled you down onto his lap. You blushed and twisted to look at him. When he grinned at you, you raised an eyebrow.

"I figured we could just share it," he stated, as if it was the only possibly solution. You sighed in exasperation, but smiled at his behavior. When he figured out that you weren't gonna resist, he wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his cheek against your back. You were kind of surprised at how affectionate he was being. But he was warm and comfy, so you weren't gonna complain.

After roughly half an hour of waiting, cuddling, and talking, Mathias' name was finally called and you both went back. Turns out, his nose wasn't broken, but the doctor had to push something back into place. Apparently Mathias does not have a high threshold for pain that stems from his face, because when the doctor was messing with his nose, he gripped your hand so hard you lost feeling for a couple minutes.

Mathias got a pain meds prescription to be picked up tomorrow, you paid the bill, and the two of you were off.


--Timeskip—


You were honestly starting to detest the winter season. It was the end of January, and there was always snow. Not a single day has gone by without there being less than three inches of snow. And you hated it. Mathias, on the other hand, was loving it. He was constantly trying to drag you outside for snowball fights, making of snowmen, or sledding down a hill across the street. Most of the time you refused. But other times, he put on the most adorable, pitiable, kicked-puppy-that-still-loves-you face and you couldn't say no.

But today was not one of those times. You were going to stay inside where it was warm and pretend like it wasn't below freezing outside. You'd probably drag Mathias into the blanket you were under to cuddle and produce body heat. Because apparently Mathias is a huge sucker for cuddling, snuggling, and all manner of adorable tangling of limbs.

You giggled at the odd phrasing. He'd probably enjoy the sexual tangling of limbs too, but you weren't expecting to get to that point with him. Even if you'd really like to.

Shaking your strange thoughts out of your head, you looked to the entrance of your house expectantly. Mathias had gone out to get something and had said he'd be back within half an hour. It had been a little over forty minutes and you were wondering if the streets were worse than you'd thought.

Guess they weren't since Mathias just ran into the house. Before you could say anything, he dashed down the hall to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. You got off the couch, the blanket draped around you, and followed him.

"Mathias?" you called, knocking softly. "Is everything okay?" You heard some grunting and ripping of paper. That was odd.

"Mathias?"

"Just a sec!"

"Uh. Okay…I'll be in the living room."

"Gotcha!" You went back to your spot on the couch, curling up and wondering what the hell was wrong with your housemate. Yes, he was strange, but this was just plain awkward.

You heard the bathroom door open and leaned back to get a quicker glimpse of him. He walked in holding a little box wrapped in wrapping paper. You glanced at it quizzically before meeting his eyes.

"Everything alright in there?" His face flushed and he scratched the back of his head.

"Ha. Yeah. Everything's fine." He sat down next to you, automatically sitting as close as possible. You rested your chin on his shoulder.

"So who's the present for?" Mathias' face turned even redder as he turned his head away from you and offered the box to you. You blinked in surprise and took it.

"What's this for?"

"Just open it, (Name)." You carefully took off the paper and opened the box. You pulled out the tiny item and gasped. It was a beautiful crystal heart that had a picture of you and Mathias in the center. You looked up at Mathias, awe written all over your face.

"Look on the bottom," he said softly. Nodding, you carefully turned the crystal over and saw words on the bottom.

"Jeg…elsker…dig," you whispered before inhaling sharply. Mathias would randomly teach you different phrases in Danish, and this was one of them.

Thinking your reaction was negative, Mathias frowned and looked at the ground.

"I-if you don't feel the same, I understand. I can leave…if that's what you'd prefer." You carefully set the decoration on the coffee table in front of you before tackling the Dane to the floor in a hug. You lifted yourself up slightly and grinned at the shocked expression he wore.

"Of course I feel the same," you said. Mathias grinned and reached up, holding your face between his hands as he kissed you passionately. You pulled away and rested your head on his chest. He hummed as he lightly pulled at your hair.

"Did you like it?"

"The gift, the confession, or the kiss?"

"Take your pick." You looked up at him, grinning.

"I loved them all. Thank you so much."

"Well a King needs to treat his Queen right."
Denmark is done! I can't tell if this one flowed or not. It certainly had a longer first part than the others did. But I need to mix things up anyway.

If you haven't read the Intro, here is the link. [link]

If you go to the Intro, the links to the other countries' stories will be there. You can also check to see which countries have already been requested and add a comment with a country you'd like to see, if they haven't already been asked for. Please go to the Intro to make your requests.

Also, I have now decided to make an "offshoot series" for the sequels to these CIRL chapters. [link] There is the Intro chapter. Please make requests for sequels there.

I don't own Hetalia or Denmark.
You belong to :iconsexydenmarkplz:
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:iconlunaflyaway:
As soon as I saw him, this is what I'd do:
I'd look at him, then sigh.
"So I guess since your the supposed 'king of northern Europe ', your expecting beer? Or should I call it awesome juice?"
He nods.
"Well guess what, I don't drink. But even if I did, if you tried to touch my stuff you'd end up with a fist in the face and a 'Don't touch my s*** bech!'. Therefore, you ain't getting s***'

That is basically what every day would be like in my house XD
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:iconkurino-sama-alpha:
aww, Mat!! so fluffy and cute!!! but, i probably would've broken his nose, and then i would feel even worse!!! *hugs Mat's head firmly but gently* i'm so glad i didn't actually break anything too badly!!
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:iconazaya-sama:
:iconnosebleed: *holds nose* I think I may need to be the one who goes to the hospital not him... But damn he's a sucker for cuddling huh? *strokes chin* if only we could get Romano to cuddle with us....
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:iconcherryboomblackout:
Oh god this was so beautiful and fluffy
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Beatlemaniac01 Dec 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is how I would've reacted to my kicking Denmark in the face; I would've gotten a ton of toilet paper (since it's soft) and a bag full of ice cubes, told him to hold the ice cubes on his nose, and told him to stop the bleeding by holding the toilet paper to where it's bleeding, and then dragged him to the car and sped to the hospital.
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Ladyebug88 Dec 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
My first time reading for Denmark and I love it! Panda Emoji-01 (Clapping) [V1] 
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MaliciousJoy Nov 13, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
:iconcomputernosebleedplz: :iconsqueeeeplz: THIS… IS SO AMAZING I HAVE NO WORDS FOR IT AKXIWNZKAIXHWKD
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JunebugJupiter Sep 29, 2013  Hobbyist Artist
:iconadorableplz: :iconawwwplz: :iconitssofluffyplz:
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109144 Aug 29, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
AWESOME!!! COME TO LIFE, DENMARK!!! COME TO LIFE!!!OAO
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neigma Jul 30, 2013  Student General Artist
I'm grinning like a cheshire cat right now!
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