Hetalia One-Shots

Norway stops a Rampaging Denmark

Norway was at a normal world meeting. Which meant absolute chaos. Though this time, Denmark decided to join in the fights. Lukas watched as his secret love interest fought with Sweden. Seems like Sweden wanted to join also. His ‘wife’ watched on in worry as they exchanged and blocked blows thrown at the other. “Should we do something?” Tino asked, looking over to the emotionless country. “I say let them fight. They have had so much tension between each other for a long time that they need this. If it gets to far, then we can stop them.” Norge said simply, watching the two closely. ‘Their posture seems a little off. They don’t seem like they are just play-fighting like always.’ Lukas thought, stiffening as Denmark pushed Sweden backwards into two other countries. Everyone stopped to watch the heated fight with slight worry and confusion. “Lukas...” Tino hesitated, watching with fear. Norway stood up and stalked over to his fellow Vikings. Denmark gave a battle cry, leaping at his foe who in turn blocked it. The other nations watched Norway’s movements as he neared the two fighters. ‘Looks like I’m going to have to use the old fashioned way.’ Norge thought with a slight grimace as Denmark and Sweden swung blows. As Denmark launched another attack with his axe, Norway sprung into action. He grabbed the axe head with his bare hand, blood being spilt as he used his other hand to punch Sweden. He then kicked Denmark in the face making him fall to the ground. “Damn you Norge!” Matthias snarled, getting onto his feet and leaped at the smaller man. Norway threw the axe away and dodged the oncoming attack. That angered the Danish man even more. Before Lukas could respond, Matthias tackled him to the ground. The both tussled there for a little while Tino ran over and helped Berwald onto his feet. “Should we stop them?” He asked, looking up at the taller man. “No. Lukas knows what he is doing.” The Swedish man answered back tiredly. Denmark raised another fist to punch Norge again but Lukas kicked one of his back legs, making the bigger man fall on top of him. Before Matthias could react, Lukas pulled him into a soft headlock, staying clear of choking him much to everyone’s (minus Sweden) surprise. Lukas leaned down and soothed the rampaging beast by saying/singing something into his ear. Matthias noticeably calmed down, breathing heavily. Denmark gave a small, almost unnoticeable, whimper as Lukas tightened his grip a little. Matthias’s eyes closed and Lukas let his grip go, pulling the Dane’s head into his lap. Everyone watched, speechless, as Norway ran his fingers through the golden hair softly. “H-how?” Was all Prussia was able to say, no one complaining that he was in the meeting room for once. “He has been doing that ever since we met him. Even I couldn’t calm down Denmark when we were younger and I knew him longer than Lukas.” Sweden said, sitting down in a chair and pulling Finland onto his lap. “Lukas.... your hand...” Finland said, looking at the bloody hand that propped the small frame. “It’s fine. Like Sweden said, I have been doing this ever since I met them.” Lukas said softly, looking at the sleeping man in his lap with a slight loving gaze. “We should still get it looked at.” Iceland said stubbornly. “It’s fine Iceland. The meeting is adjourned. Go home.” Norway said, somehow being able to pick up Denmark and carry him out of the meeting room. “Stupid Dane. Your going to get yourself seriously injured when I’m not there one day.” Lukas sighed, placing the tall man in his backseat. “Let’s get you home.” He chuckled quietly, pulling out of the parking lot and driving towards his lover’s home.

A/N: Yeah...... This sucked. Probably should have warned you that most of this will suck....