The Insight of Denmark

~4~

If anything, she had learned in the few days from Mathias's visit and her finally getting out of France, was the fact she hated flying. It was one of the strangest and scariest things she had experienced, from her ears popping and aching, to being stuck in that metal tube of claustrophobia, it was something she didn't want to do again. She was lucky however that the woman next to her was vibrant and happy, doing her best to keep her thoughts anchored and her mind focused on comforting things than the flight. She was never happier to see the ground in her life once they landed and the sign with her name. Just to be told there was another flight for her.

She wasn't thrilled over the thought but realizing she wasn't the only one on massive flights. In Stockholm, she finally met Trine and Katyusha that Mathias had spoken of and the newest girls, Olivia and Valeriya. So far from what she saw, she liked them all, although Olivia's attitude toward the world could've been a little warmer. But the woman was already through a thirty to forty-hour flight and now was taking another three hour one so she really didn't blame her or her attitude.

Now there she was, in Copenhagen darting off the plane as fast as she could go praying to see the bright blues of Mathias. She felt small in the large airport as people walked past her, gathering their things and moving along as she tried to see him. Well, anything at least. A sign, something maybe. A small panic and unease began to grow as she looked around, spinning around each time, trying to see over heads and more. What if he forgot her?

Something covered her eyes, making her yelp as the familiar scent hit her, only one person smelled of juniper. Whirling around she was met with those deep blues and spiky hair, a big toothy smile made her laugh as she practically jumped in his arms in excitement.

"Wow, missed me that much huh? Girls in the dreams not giving you enough of me?" he joked.

"Oh, if only you knew."

"Oh, hey now." he said pulling her off, "They have dirt on me I don't want others knowing, what did they show you?"

He gave his eyebrows a wiggle, making her laugh at him once more, "You're silly. Nothing bad I swear."

"I know, I was good to them all." he replied taking her bags, "So, ready to see Denmark?"

"Am I ever!"

There was so much to take in, the land itself was beautiful and amazing. Each road they traveled on she shot out questions to him like a gun and he happily obliged with answers and more. From buildings to the forest of the land, she soaked it in like a brand new sponge upon the sink. Learning everything she could of the place she would now call home.

Home. Such an odd word yet fulfilling if in the right place. France sadly never really felt like home to her, too much normalcy and wants from her that she could not meet. So much the world wanted from her and yet it wasn't enough when she could give it. From dance, to her job, to even walking the streets, she was looked down upon. Seen as a burden, hopeless and useless all because she was 'different'. Different. How such a word could change the views of thousands of just one little thing. Her brain worked just fine, she wasn't incompetent, she could manage everyday life without much issues. But the word autism hung over her head like a neon sign saying she was diseased and needed to be treated differently, very few saw her for her.

Her gaze went back to him, his eyes upon the road as he spoke of the things around them, drifting between Danish and English. She couldn't help but smile at him. He took her in even knowing what she had, took it with open arms and trying his best to understand her. If anything, that made her trust him, curious of him, liking him more than before.

Looking him over more, she noticed how different he was compared to the men she was used to. She wasn't sure if it was him being a nation or not, but he seemed more...defined. The sharpness of his jaw and chin gave way to strength that laid within him as the gracing slope of his neck led to a strong chest, rising and falling with heavy breaths. His eyes were full of light and wonder as his voice seemed to be on a constant run of fun and happiness. His golden tresses upon his head seemed to have a mind of their own as it fanned upright upon his head.