~DenSu~ Time Changes All

Chapter 1

"mormor!! mormor! Please! Wake up! Wake up!!" The small swede yelled. He shook the now fading countries arm after he found her still, and cold. Tears ran down his face. The child hadn't been known for being loud, but now he was practically screaming. He didn't I understand why she wasn't waking up and he didn't like it. She had told him she's always be with him, that nations couldn't die. He quickly ran outside of the shack they had built together to get a pail full of water. Maybe he he got her some water she'd wake up. He ran to the well and dropped the bucket down, then grunted and groaned, struggling to pull it back up. But he pulled with all his strength to get the bucket back up. When he finally got it to the top, he pulled it over the side, then untied it from the rope on the well. He grunted and picked it up. Carefully, but quickly carrying it back to the little shack. He walked through the door and shut it with his foot. But little did he know, he was too late...

The small swede dropped the pail of water, the water going all over the floor. The child ran over to the empty straw bed where his grandmother had once laid. Tears now coming out like rivers. He now yelled at the top of his lungs, his throat getting scratchy and stinging but he couldn't care less.

"NO! MORMOR NO! PLEASE COME BACK!" He screamed, throwing the straw aside, digging into the straw as if he'd find her buried. His tears blurring his vision even more than it already was. He crawled up on the straw bed and looked around. He fell on his side and curled into a ball, sobbing and hiccuping from crying so hard. It was one of his worst fears coming to life. He was alone. He laid in that one spot, shaking, for what felt like weeks. But was only a night's time. He had fell asleep in the morning, just before the sun rose. Exhausted from crying his heart out all through the night. Fell deeply asleep and didn't even know that it had started to snow earlier that night. What started out to be snow softly falling soon turned into a blizzard. But the small swede slept deeply through it.

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The cold wind whipped itself at a young boy, struggling to walk through it. Despite his warm cloths he was freezing. He fought back and made his way forward. In the distance, he could see a large, blurred brown object. He squinted to try and see it. He grunted and pushed forward, once he got closer he realized it was a cabin. A small one, but it was a cabin. His heart started to race with excitement. He had a spark of hope now as he trudged harder through the snow. He finally made it to the cabin and pulled open the door with the little strength he had left. He stumbled inside and shut the door. It was a little dark, but he could still see well from the white lights coming through the small windows. He saw a straw bed at the back of the cabin, it looked inviting enough. So he tip-toed his way over, just in case someone was here. Though he doubted it. He snuck up the the bed and looked over the side. He gasped upon seeing someone sleep in is and kneeled down. Just out of sight just in case. He looked again to make sure he wasn't seeing anything. But he saw what he saw last time. A young child laying in the bed. He nervously looked him over. He didn't look dangerous at all. He poked the child's side. Which the child flinched in response. The small country opened his eyes to see the other, older country staring at him in awe. He gasped and jumped, scrambled backwards away from him.
"vem är du? gör mig inte illa! tack!" He shouted, he started crying.

"Hey! W-whoa calm down!" The older country said frantically, not understanding the other boy's language. "Shhh. It's okay.... I'm not going to hurt you...." he reassured the boy. The young country sniffed and looked at him.

"Y-y'r not?" He said, now speaking so the other could (partially) understand him.

"no of course not! What I'm not some sort of savage!" He said flailing his arms out, which startled the other. He rubbed his neck. "Sorry...." He said with an awkward smile.

"Anyways! The name is Denmark! But some people prefer to call me Matthias. Matthias Køhler!" He said within pride in his little voice. He smiled and looked at the younger, country who nodded. Denmark rolled his eyes.
"And you aaaare...?" He gestured with his hand.

"S-Sweden..... 'r B-Berwald." He mumbled skittishly. 

"well nice to meet you Sweden! Hey! You must be a country too huh?" He asked excitedly, climbing up onto the bed and sitting with his legs crossed.

"I guess so..." Sweden said, shyly looking down.

"I've never really met another real country before.... Do you live here?" He gasped and looked around the cabin.
"Am I on your land?? I couldn't tell! I'm sorry the storm was too thick!" He said frantically.

"Um... S'okay..."

"Phew.... Good... I don't want to get in trouble.... So... Are you here all alone?" Denmark leaned back and looked around the cabin again. Sweden nodded.

"Ja.... I am now."

"Y'know you don't have to be right? Hey! I got a cool idea!"

"Wha--?"

"I can live with you! Yeah! We can be best friends! I can protect you and take care of you and teach you stuff! You can be like my little brother ja?" Denmark grinned widely. "So, what do you say. Friends?" He held out his hand to the younger nation. Sweden hesitated, he didn't want to be alone, but he just met this boy. Going with instinct, he reached out and grabbed Denmark's hand and nodded.  Denmark shook his hand and laughed.

"This is great! I know we're gonna be the best friends ever!"