Marguirete Daisy: Hetalia DenSu

Marguirete Daisy

Gift fic for Ricah A. since she made me a Norway fan art for my birthday last June :D

I'm not really a DenSu fan, but I poured emotion in this fic because it has already become a part of me and that's the only way for the angst in this fic to "work", at least in my opinion.

CHECK OUT RICAH ON DEVIANT ART. Her name is ceefam (previously MissPretzel) on dA. I've seen/received one of her art and you won't regret it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. The glory of the ownership of this wonderful anime is to Hidekaz Himaruya. In no way do I intend to disrespect any individual, dead or alive, in the making of this story (and my other historical fic/s). My only intention is to commemorate, inform and entertain anyone who would wish to read this. Unbeta'd and I beg forgiveness for any grammatical errors and/or any possible historical inaccuracy that may be present in this fic. I did my best to do research, all the while study for my preliminary exams and read The Da Vinci Code. I am that late with the book.

Marguirete Daisy is the national flower of Denmark.

MARGUIRETE DAISY

by: Frozen Meatballs

For all these years, Sweden seeks truth and salvation from his Marguirete Daisy.

"... and ye just walk right in his land and ye mere presence makes him drop his loincloth or somethin' then it forces him to give a part of his land to ye?" Denmark asks Norway in between his meat ravaging after the latter's successful raid of France's home.

"I wish..." Norway answered after giving his horn cup a small sip. Denmark and Sweden looked at each other and glanced back at Norway in confusion. "Ye wish?" they suddenly asked in unison. Norway nodded in response then grabbed a piece of meat they were roasting.

"I wish... he really did wear a loincloth to drop."

Denmark burst out laughing at the retort and Sweden snorted out the beverage he was drinking from his nose that made Denmark laugh harder. Norway simply held out a small laughter, choosing to maintain his composed and un-rowdy demeanor. Sweden wiped his nose with his sleeve made from animal skin then hauled himself to the laughing nation. The Norwegian just sighed and decided to let the two Vikings continue to strangle each other. He moved from his position to a place farther in order to avoid the nuisance seeping out of his immature companions.

Moments have passed when Norway decided to stand up and took a handful of snow then threw it in their fire. "Play time's over child raiders. Dusk has already gone beyond deep. Back to your tents and sweet dreams. Oh, and please fix all the havoc you have made tonight, before anything else. Tomorrow, we shall head back further north and I'd rather not have anyone know a presence of our trail." he hopelessly intervened the still fighting nations that stopped once they heard the Norwegian speak. Norway went ahead their tent and left Denmark and Sweden on their own. Looking around, Sweden quietly fixed their wreck of broken twigs and scattered rocks left from their earlier misfit and chided Denmark to help him if he wanted to continue staying in Norway's good side. Denmark went inside their shared tent first and saw Norway already sleeping on his side of the shelter.

"Beautifu', isn't he?" said a voice from behind. Denmark chuckled as he continued watching over Norway's sleeping figure. "Shush Sve, we don't want our necks on 'ta end of Nore's sword now, do we?" he responded in an audible whisper. Sweden aligned himself on Denmark's standing position and watched the sleeping Norwegian with him.

"Ye didn't really just fight me 'cause of the snorting accident, did 'ya?"

Sweden blinked and made no comment. Denmark didn't expect one.

I want Norway for myself.

"May 'ta best man win Norge's heart." Denmark winked at Sweden followed by a threatening smirk. Sweden just ignored him.