Norway blinked lazily and almost shrieked in shock when he saw the little girl next to him. Just remembering that _____ had slept next to him. He covered his mouth as a strangled squeak escaped his lips. The little girl next to him opened her (e/c) eyes and looked at him with a half-awake expression.
"It's Lukas. What is it _____?"
She hugged his arm and her expression dropped slightly, she glanced off to the side and her mouth twisted into a frown. Norway could almost sense the negativity coming off of her and he furrowed his eyebrows in concern.
"_____? What's wrong?"
"Are you going to send me back!?"
"Are you going to send me back to daddy?!"
"Ja, I don't want to go back, he scares me. Please don't make me go back."
The little girl's sad expression tugged at his heart. He brought her close to his chest and started petting her head.
"Ja, you can stay with us as long as you like."
"Did Mr.Tino, Mr.Berwald, Mr.Mathias and Mr.Emil say I could stay?"
"Why do you add Mister to the front of our names?"
"M-My daddy said that I had to do it with all his friends or he would- I mean, it would be rude if I didn't, so I do it with all other adults I know..."
"_____, what is the real reason?"
_____ didn't respond, simply looking off to the side dejectedly, but stayed silent nonetheless, earning a sigh from Norway. He got up, lifting up _____ with him. The small girl clung onto his shirt as he carried her downstairs. Surprisingly, he found that all the other Nordic countries were downstairs in the living room waiting for him.
Denmark gave Norway a glare (which was ignored) and opened his mouth to speak before Finland got up and whisked _____ out of Norway's arms. He tossed her up into the air and she squealed, in both fear and joy.
Norway watched with worry flashing in his mysterious blue eyes, but unfortunately, a certain loud and obnoxious Dane noticed the emotion before it dissipated.
"Hey look! Norge actually cares about something other than getting Ice to call him big brother! What, are you afraid that your little 'girlfriend' is going to get hurt?"
Norway's eye twitched slightly before he walked over to Denmark; his expression fell slightly when he noticed that the Dane's (usually) ever-present tie, was not, in fact, on his neck. Denmark smirked and chuckled.
"I'm not THAT much of dumbass, I figure stuff out after a while."
Denmark's smirk widens and he taps his forehead, although the only sound that comes is a hollow thumping. Norway shows no emotion and simply puts a hand on Denmark's shoulder.
"Ha! What are you trying to do Norge? My shoulder is already in, thanks to you!"
Norway gave him a blank expression, he wrapped his fingers around Denmark's neck, and before the Dane could react, he was being choked mercilessly. He made strange squeaking noises and tried swatting Norway's hands away. Only resulting in Norway's grip tightening dangerously.
Norway continued to choke the poor Dane until he felt a tug on his sleeve. He loosened his grip slightly, still choking Denmark. He looked down to see _____ staring at him with large teary eyes.
"Don't hurt him. Please?"
Norway outed for a second before removing his hands from around Denmark's neck and picking up the little girl. He looked at the other Nordics who had stayed silent up until now. Well, not Denmark, he rubbed his neck, purplish bruises already forming on his neck.
"We need to talk."