Stop following me. (second spinoff of never leave you alone)

chapter forty

(Y/n) was being carried by Denmark, the Dane was already tipsy and snuggly.
Not that the silver haired female minded.
The family already had moved to Norway from Denmark, the larger house was more suited to the large family.
The blond man plopped down on a seat and cuddled her, he was speaking things in danish but was hard to understand with the slur.
The Scandinavian female took his hat and placed it on her head, Denmark chuckled.

"Put her down damn dane.", Norway scolded in his soft tone.
Denmark was stubborn and held (y/n) tighter, "She's my sister."
The dane's slurring voice got the Norwegian irritated, the platinum blond Norwegian took the female from his older brother.
Norway walked away with her and Denmark fell on his face trying to get up because he tripped.
The Norwegian man set (y/n) on her feet and stabilized her.
"What are you doing storebror?", (y/n) asked.
"Helping you walk again.", the amethyst eyed man replied as he took a step, "you are losing muscles in your legs by being like this."

The silver haired female took a step as well, a shaky unstable step.
"We're off to a good start.", Norway said and kept walking with (y/n), "keep going until you're tired."
Finland watched Norway work with his sister, the female was gripping onto her brother tightly like she was afraid to fall.
The Finnish male smiled, he thought the whole thing was sweet.
Sealand pulled On Finland's shirt, "Finland, what are we doing now?"
"Do you want to go play with Sweden?", the violet eyed male asked the boy.
Sealand shook his head, "I want to help you."
"I was just straightening up the house.", the blond Finn replied, "how about you can help me dust everything?"
The boy nodded and helped the Finn clean the house.

(Y/n)'s legs were sore after Norway helped her walk, he set her down to let her rest.
"We do the same thing once you rest enough.", the Norwegian said and left her after giving her a kiss on the forehead.
The silver haired female sighed and wiped the mist of persperation from her brow, her cheeks had become red from the exercise she received.
She could not help but smile, she was happy.
The red-violet eyed female felt a cool object placed against her cheek, Sweden had a cup of water and was offering it.
"Thank you storebror.", the Scandinavian replied.
Sweden gave her the cup and sat down, "Are you okay?"
(Y/n) looked over at him after taking a drink of water, "excuse me?"
"Did they hurt you? Do anything wrong to you?", the swede asked concernedly.

"Nej, they did nothing wrong.", the silver haired female replied, "if anything they were oddly well behaved."
Sweden nodded as he understood, "Sealand tells me that you kept them from hurting him."
(Y/n) gave a nod, "Ja, I love children. Sealand is no different, so of course I would keep him safe."
They did not know that Sealand was nearby and heard everything she said.
He still hurt from what he did, the British boy went back to helping Finland with the chores.
"Have you given any thought to Luxembourg's proposal?", the icy blue eyed swede asked.
"I am still thinking. But to tell you the truth...", the silver haired female paused to gather the words, "I don't know if we can safely be married, I don't know if I could safely marry anyone."

"Have you fallen in love with another?", Sweden asked.
The silver haired female looked down, had she?
She met people that she cared for and made a connection with.
But did she fall in love with someone else?
"I'm staying loyal to Luxembourg.", she answered, "but I have made friends. With other 2ps."
"May I ask who?", the stern faced swede asked.
The Scandinavian nodded, "Gilen. You already met Dracul."
"That is all?", Her Swedish brother asked and she nodded, "I know of Gilen. He is shy and kindhearted, but I have heard that he can be pushed to fight."
"He was so sweet when Luciano had me trapped.", (y/n) said, "Dracul helped me escape from him too."

"Sounds like you made some good allies.", Sweden said and petted the female's hair, "but I would be careful with Dracul, he is hard to predict."
"I will.", the silver haired female smiled and drank the water down.
She leaned on the older swede and closed her eyes, the blond man sat still for her.
"M'systir.", he said softly and hugged her gently.
The warmth of his hug made her feel fuzzy, like every other time she was hugged by someone since she first ate that food that made her throat feel funny.
She felt no other option but to snuggle to the hug and rest.
Sweden was a bit torn, on one hand he liked that she was enjoying his company. But she looked like something else was going on with her.
He probably needed to speak to Norway.