Scandinavia and the World one shots

Baby Denmark

(This was written in November 2020, so I apologize if it's trash :/)

"That's it, you're doing great Denmark."

The Swede held the Dane's small hands as the younger stood on the older's shoes, trying to keep steady. He was created a full year ago, and he needed to get better on his feet so that Sweden and Norway can go out on their own. At least so that they can work with two hands.

"D..denmark.."
"Ja, that's your name."

The big blue eyes looked up at the Swede. He couldn't help but smile.

"How the hell did we get stuck with a cute little twerp?"

He kept a firm hold on Denmark, making sure that he wouldn't fall.

'Though,' he thought, 'wouldn't this be easier and much quicker if I just taught him how to walk without doing all this?'
And that's what lead to him putting the little Dane on his own two feet, and stood a little distance away from him.

"Alright Den, come here. Come to Sweden."

Denmark gave him an unreadable look. The Swede raised an eyebrow, trying to let him know that he didn't understand what the child wanted. Moments pasted and he finally took his first step towards Sweden. His eyes widened with pure joy, Denmark was making progress. Very quickly too it seemed!

"That's it! C'mon now. You can do it."

The process repeated, and everything was going well. Until-

*Smack*

Denmark fell face first onto the floor, and Sweden was quick to gather him in his arms, trying to calm him down, and especially to get him to stop crying.
Maybe humming would help? It was sure as hell worth a shot. He tried to think up of a song familiar to the sobbing Dane he was holding close, but nothing came to mind. One of his would have to do.

Taking a deep breath, he did started to hum the melody. He could feel Denmark's shakes start to die down, along with his sobbing. Sweden moved to their sofa, hoping to get the Dane to rest.
And so that he himself won't have to stand anymore.

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Norway entered their shared house, with surprisingly no Denmark calling his name.

"Denmark? Sweden?" His musical tone spoke out.

No response.

Maybe they're hiding?

That was possible.

Looking for the two didn't take much time at all. He found Sweden laying on the sofa with Denmark passed out in his arms. Though looking closer he could see that Sweden was still awake, and if he looked a little more he could spot a small smile on his face.

"Was he any trouble?" The Swede slightly jumped at this.

"No...not necessarily. I was trying to get him to walk on his own without holding on to one of us, but then he landed face first. And now we're here."

The Norwegian nodded. He grabs a blanket and setting himself on their sofa, opening his arms up like he would do for Denmark. Sweden was confused, but put himself and the tiny Dane in the arms of the nature lover. It was nice to say the least.

If they all could stay like this forever, that would be great.