Denmark woke up on the fifth day, immediately heading downstairs for food. It was only 5am, and no one was awake, but for some reason he was really hungry. Maybe it had been the hasty dinner last night, he didn't know. As he made a smoothie, he thought about last night. They had gotten a tad bit further to finding Norway, but not much. He was starting to feel hopeless. Not a single word from the other countries helped, as none of them had any clues. He was beginning to think that Norway wasn't even kidnapped by a country, maybe just a normal human. But that was just a groggy thought he pushed out of his head.

Last night, Denmark had woken up at 2am, after hearing a noise coming from Iceland's room. As he grew curious, he put his ear up to the wall, hearing loud crying and sniffles. Iceland's crying brought Denmark to tears, and he had to put ear plugs in to stop himself from balling his eyes out. Iceland was usually so guarded and aloof. Hearing him crying in the middle of the night was heart-shattering. Though Ice tried to put on a brave face every day, Denmark knew he was dying inside without his big brother.

After shaking last night's memories out of his head, Denmark sat down on the couch with his smoothie. Instead of immediately going back upstairs to keep searching for Norway, he sat down on the couch and watched tv, deciding it was time for a little break. As he watched tv, he noticed Iceland coming down the stairs, looking like he hadn't slept in years.

"Morning Den." Iceland mumbled, groggily rubbing his eyes as he sat down on the couch with his blanket draped like a cape over his back.

"Morning." Denmark replied, wrapping his arm around the younger country, trying to comfort him. Iceland had always been like a little brother to him, but after he found out Norway was his biological brother, they had kind of drifted. "Hey Ice?"

"Yeah Den?"

"Can I still call you little brother?" Denmark asked softly.

"Of course." Iceland muttered back, embarrassed. Denmark smiled and pulled his "little brother" closer, happy that he had someone to talk to. "I have a question." Iceland mumbled.

"Yeah?"

"You really love my brother, don't you?" Iceland questioned, looking up into the blue eyes of the Dane.

"To the moon and back. More than you can imagine." Denmark replied, his eyes glossing over at the thought of the Norwegian.

"So- at your wedding- Can I be the best man?" Iceland whispered. Denmark chuckled.

"Of course. Anything for my little bro." Denmark laughed, softly ruffling the top of Iceland's head. Iceland smiled for the first time since his brother went missing and Denmark laughed at the thought of them getting married- he wasn't even sure if Norway liked him, never mind wanted to marry him.

After an few hours of watching tv with his "little bro", the rest of house woke up and came downstairs. Denmark and Iceland had already eaten breakfast, so they offered to cook for the other hungry people. They made danishes, Denmark's specialty, and served them with some Icelandic-style coffee.

The two chefs were especially happy with everyone's reaction to the food. They all thought it was delicious. Finland, of course, was just grateful he didn't have to make the breakfast for once in his life. After eating, everyone spent a few minutes chatting, which slightly infuriated Denmark, who just wanted his Norge back, but he decided to let it go this time.

After a little conversation, Iceland excused himself from the table to go to his room, Russia and Sweden decided to walk Hanatamago, Ukraine, Finland and Belarus decided to clean up, and Denmark decided to take a shower.

On his way to the shower, Denmark noticed that the house was a mess, so he stayed to clean up. There were papers everywhere and most of the furniture had been moved about for various reasons. Without Norway's constant straightening up of the rooms, it was starting to look like a place where a pub-fight just broke out.

It was around 2pm when he finished cleaning the house, and he was frustrated. He still had to take a shower and he hadn't done any investigating yet. He felt like he had wasted the day away. After putting the vacuum away, Denmark sighed, heading upstairs to take a shower.

After turning the water on to the hottest possible temperature, Denmark waited for it to heat up, looking in the mirror in the meantime. As he observed his usually cheerful face he realized he looked exhausted. The bags under his eyes had turned a shade of purplish-black, and his eyelids drooped on their own, no matter how energetic he was. He could barely smile anymore.

Not wanting to look at himself anymore, Denmark hopped into the shower, groaning as the burning water hit his skin. The hotness of the shower was the only way to relax the Dane after this week from hell.

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After hopping out of the shower, Denmark wrapped himself in a towel and sauntered into his room, surprised to find Belarus on his laptop when he walked in.

"AH- oh hi. Any updates?" Denmark asked, a little startled at the unexpected visitor.

"Nothing much- just a useless email from America." Belarus explained, shutting the laptop and watching the half-naked Dane as he made his way to his walk-in closet and shut the door. As he got changed, Belarus talked to him through the door. "America seems a little suspicious... I don't think we can cross him off the list yet." she stated.

"Really? He's one of my good friends. He's too busy pining after his crushes to try and kidnap someone." Denmark explained, pulling his shirt over his head.

"I don't know. He always acts so innocent, but one day, I feel like he's going to snap. Maybe he already snapped and stole Norway." Belarus spoke. Denmark opened the closet door, stepping out in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"It's not America. Trust me." Denmark stated angrily, mad that Belarus would accuse one of his good friends of kidnapping the crush everyone knew Denmark had. Belarus listened and nodded in agreement after Denmark's argument.

"Can I ask- why are you still searching for him?" Belarus questioned.

"Huh?"

"Norway. Why are you still looking for him?" she asked again.

"What the hell does that mean? Why wouldn't I be looking for him?" Denmark confusedly inquired.

"Well it's obvious you're in love with me! Why would you be looking for that puny country when I'm here?" Belarus stated matter-of-factly.

"Excuse me?" Denmark asked, taken aback by the Belarusian.

"Your boyfriend is dead." Belarus spat.

"What the fuck are you talking ab-" Denmark was cut off by Belarus lunging on top of him and pinning him to the ground, knife to his throat.

"You. Love. Me." she commanded crazily, leaning down to kiss him as the knife pushed against his skin. Denmark opened his mouth to scream but before he could, Belarus spoke. "If you scream- this knife goes into your throat. Our love won't be ruined by a stupid fucking Norwegian."

As Belarus leaned down and placed her lips against Denmark's, he thrashed around underneath her. Not wanting to be cut, Denmark steadied his head and kicked his knee into her stomach. She flung back, angrily yelping as her head hit the bed post. Denmark tried to stand but was immediately pushed back to the ground, this time, the knife to his chest.

"I love you Denmark, but if you try to run away, this blade is going straight into your heart. And then I'll cut it out- so our hearts will always be together." she threatened with a smile, her eyes glowing as a creepy purple aura loomed over her. Denmark laid still, shutting his eyes in fear as she leaned down again, this time reaching down to his pants.

Just as she was about to unzip them, the door swung open.