Denmark frowned at the sight before him. Finland was passed out in the middle of the couch, an awake Iceland seated to his right, looking nervous as he looked at anywhere that wasn't the three men standing before them. And Norway was knocked out, seated to Finland's left.

Norway had duct tape over his mouth and his hands were bound behind his back, much like Finland's, seeing how these two men were the ones that wanted to hurt Russia.

Sweden stood to Denmark's left with his arms crossed and eyes narrowed, all the while his staff was on the coffee table for all to see, looking even more dangerous than usual with the blood on it. It was after Denmark saw the bloodied staff that he noticed the bandages on Norway's arms and head.

And Russia; poor, injured Russia; was leaning on Denmark's right shoulder, his right shoulder, torso, and legs all bandaged. His coat was long forgotten and thrown out- seeing how blood is not something that can be cleaned off clothing- so he stood in a black, short sleeved shirt and his pants and boots, allowing Denmark to see just what his body type was.

Muscle. Russia was pure muscle... Well, maybe not pure because Denmark could see a bit of fat here and there, but still, Denmark couldn't help but think of him as beautiful.

And even though they had to get him to a hospital because of his broken leg, Russia had insisted on being there to explained to three Nordics everything that was going on. If Denmark had doubted how much love Russia had for him, this gesture had completely gotten rid of it. The taller man was clearly in pain, yet he stayed to not leave Denmark alone with his brothers.

How had Denmark gotten so lucky?

The three men waited patiently for Norway and Finland to stir, and when they finally did, both men immediately started struggling.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Finland yelled, all the while Norway struggled with his duct tape. "Let us go now, Sweden!" He commanded, only to have the taller nation shake his head.

"No."

Norway's glare intensified at Sweden's answer, and his struggles became even more violent, but none of the freed men moved to help them. Not even Iceland.

"Iceland! What do you think you are doing?! Help us out of here so we can help Denmark!" Finland commanded, making the white haired man glare at him.

"Shut up, Finland! You too, Norway! Both of you just shut up and listen to what those three have to say!" Iceland yelled, surprising all the men in the room.

Both Norway and Iceland ceased resisting as soon as those words left Iceland's mouth, both shocked at him. Not once had Iceland raised his voice at them so this really was new to them.

But Denmark quickly pounced on this opportunity, knowing that this could be the only chance they would get to talk some sense into Norway and Iceland.

"Listen and listen well, guys. I love Russia. And Russia loves me." Denmark told them, eyes narrowed dangerously. "He gave up his health so you wouldn't get hurt Finland and so that he could prove his love for me. And I don't care what you guys think is right for me, if you try to take Russia away from me again, that will be the last time you ever see me."

Both Finland and Norway stared at him with wide eyes, "But... You told me he hurt you..." Finland muttered softly, blue eyes shining with sadness and confusion.

Denmark sighed and nodded, his head hanging low. "I lied to you, Finny. I told you that so you could trust me."

Finland's eyes were now filled with unshed tears, everything that had happened and everything he had done finally hitting him. "B-but... Why?"

Denmark felt his heart breaking at how sad the Finn looked, then Russia's left arm snaked around his shoulders, giving the Dane some sense of security. Russia was there for him. He wasn't leaving any time soon. Not even with his broken leg.

"Because I needed you to trust me enough to free me of the handcuffs. As soon as you did and I was sure that you three were asleep, I escaped."

Norway's glare went from angry to pissed off to wide eyed in less than a second, he too finally understanding all that had happened.

"So, this whole time... You've wanted to get back to Russia... Because you love him?" Finland asked brokenly, "Not because he threatened and hurt you?"

Denmark felt tears beginning to build at the sight of a sad Finland, but, luckily, Russia answered for him. "We've been trying to explain this to you for some time. I would never hurt Daniya. I could never hurt the man that somehow made me fall in love with him."

Denmark's eyes widened at how honest Russia sounded, actually shocked. "Love?"

Russia looked down at him with a small smile. "Yes, Matthias. Love."

The blonde smiled widely at this and wrapped his arms around Russia, making sure that he didn't jostle any of the man's wounds. As these two countries shared this moment, they were oblivious to the glares sent at them, but Sweden was not.

"F'nl'nd, N'rway." Sweden mumbled as he walked towards them so he was standing right in front of them. "Y'u're f'm'ly. B't w'th ev'rything y'u've d'ne, y'u h've n' r'ght t' try t' br'ak th'm ap'rt." He threatened lowly, crouching down so he could look them straight in the eyes.

And Iceland nodded from his spot beside Finland. "And if you try that, you're going to end up all alone. Just you two."

Norway and Finland's eyes widened at this, "You'd leave us for trying to protect our brother?" Finland asked.

Sweden and Iceland exchanged a look and nodded. "Look at Denmark, Finland. He's happy. And I've never seen Russia care about anyone like this... Apart from his sisters, that it..." Iceland murmured softly, eyes softening as he looked at his fellow Nordics.

They were just afraid and worried for Denmark. It was completely understandable. Sure, maybe their methods to protect him weren't the best, but... Hey, you live and you learn.

Finland turned to look at Denmark and Russia only to find them whispering softly to one another, hugging each other tightly. But what really surprised him was how soft and loving Russia's eyes looked. His eyes were never that soft. Never had Finland seen such feelings in the man's eyes.

"Maybe..." He muttered, eyes falling to his lap. "... Maybe I can learn to accept this..."

Norway looked at him as if he were crazy, which made Finland glare at him softly. "They clearly care for each other, Norway. Look, if Russia hurts him, we attack. But before that happens, we behave."

Norway glared back at him, but scoffed and nodded stiffly. At least he would get the chance to get revenge on Russia if he did anything wrong.

Iceland smiled softly at this, then looked at Sweden, who nodded. Then both nations started to untie Norway and Iceland, getting a quirked eyebrow from Denmark.

"Are they okay with Russia now? They won't try to kill him if we free them?" He asked hurriedly, not wanting any more harm to come to Russia.

The larger man smiled at him and nuzzled his shoulder with his head, making Denmark giggle slightly.

Iceland groaned and rolled his eyes at the sight, all the while Norway nodded with him. "Just because we're okay with this... relationship, Denmark, doesn't mean you can act all lovey-dovey when around us. It's sickening..." Norway muttered.

Denmark laughed at his words, nodding at him. "Fine, if you stop glaring and growling at my Russia, I promise we'll keep our affections low."

"The only things you're allowed to do when in front of us is hug. That's all." Iceland crossed his arms, eyes narrowing as Denmark frowned at him.

"But what if I want to kiss Russia?"

"No P.D.A, Denmark. You know the rules." Finland added, crossing his own arms as Sweden and Russia quirked an eyebrow at the three Nordics on the couch.

They were on the same page so soon? What happened to Russia being bad for Denmark?

"But Fiinnnlllaaannnndddd!~" Denmark groaned, throwing both his arms in front of him to let them hang on his sides. "Why can't I cuddle with Russia? He's so cuddly!"

And as if to prove his point, Denmark hugged Russia's side tightly with both arms, squeezing as tightly as he dared. Russia let out a surprised yelp at the action, which made the Nordics start chuckling softly, which in turn made Russia blush softly.

"You see what I mean?" Denmark continued, still hugging Russia.

Finland laughed at the blonde's wide eyed smile, all the while he nodded. "Fine, you're allowed to hug and kiss when around us."

"But the hugs can last no longer than six seconds and the kisses must be chaste and PG rated. Iceland is still here with us." Norway added, making Iceland groan loudly.

"I am not a child, Norway!"

"Yes you are. And I am your big brother. So say it."

"No."

"Big brother."

"Stop it."

"Big bro-"

"Sh't 'p." Sweden growled at them before their argument could continue, making Finland laugh softly.

"You never change do you?" He asked as he saw both Norway and Iceland glaring at Sweden, all the while the taller nation just ignored them.

And as these four interacted, Russia turned to Denmark with a curious gaze.

"Are they always like this?" He asked softly, not wanting to be heard.

Denmark turned to look at his family once more with a nervous smile. "Kind of... But, they're not that bad. I hope..."

Russia chuckled softly as he gathered Denmark in his arms, "Hey, they're not trying to kill me anymore. They're already good in my book..."

Denmark chuckled with him as he nuzzled his head in Russia's chest, loving how safe he felt. This is exactly what he'd wanted for as long as he could remember. To be safe.

"Wait a minute..." Denmark gasped suddenly, looking up at Russia, who quirked an eyebrow at him. "How are we going to tell the rest of the world?"

"Let's just not think about that now..." Russia muttered, feeling a headache coming up. "Surviving our families was enough for now..."

Denmark smiled at him and kissed him softly, getting a groan of disgust from Iceland.

"Get a room!"

"We have one..." Denmark muttered softly, nuzzling his face once more against Russia's chest.

Yep. This is exactly what he wanted.

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