A crackling fire was in front of the Scandinavian albino as she woke up. Her body was sore and she was covered in neat bandages. The young woman looked around and found that the house was familiar. Slowly, she got up and looked around, it looked like the house the nordic countries lived in. Yet it did not have all their decorations in it. Just Denmark's he did not have as many Legos or messes as one would have assumed. The world outside was dark. Stars lit up the sky as the moon shone.
(Y/n) walked towards the glass door to get a better look. In the glass, she saw her own reflection. Her hair was softly glowing with the amount of magic that she had stored within herself. The new outfit she had on was very modest and covered her nicely, it was to keep her warm. The young Scandinavian woman placed her hand on the glass door and opened it.

A rush of cold wind greeted her as she stepped out into the night. A chill ran through her body. The young woman shivered as she looked up at the sky. It was beautiful. The wind blew through her long silvery silky hair. The moon was full and glowed with a very beautiful light. (Y/n) smiled a warm smile. She was safe. But she prayed for the safety of the people she loved. Where was Denmark? Was he asleep already? Was he out somewhere in this night? She did not see his boots. Her red-violet eyes looked out into the surrounding area, searching for signs of the Danish man.
She looked for anything. Trampled grass, broken limbs, boot prints. She let out a breath and it fogged up in the cold night air. A blanket dropped on her, covering up her head and blocking her vision as she was picked up. The Scandinavian woman trashed to get away, fighting against the one who held her. Whoever it was, they were very strong. She felt that she was carried inside and sat back on the couch that she woke up on. The door clicked and boots were taken off before she was joined on the couch.

A man. The muscular tone and shape told her that. The blanket was taken of of her as arms wrapped around her and she was pulled into a broad chest. "You'll catch cold if you go out there now. It's late, too. We need rest.," The voice of a familiar man spoke. The albino young woman looked up and saw the face of Denmark looking down at her. His blue eyes reflected warm firelight. They seemed a little smokier than usual. His hair was also lighter than usual at the tips. "Denmark, what happened? Where..," (y/n) began to speak but was quickly hushed by the blond dane. "An attack, I don't know how many people were killed or maimed. But I was able to find you. You were facedown on the grass outside.," Denmark explained, "As for where we are, this is my private residence. We each have one."
(Y/n) looked around at the rustic yet modern home. It was clean and simple. Denmark covered himself and his sister with the blanket he used to wrap her up in. He looked tired as he watched the fire. He had some wounds on his body. His eyes had a sense of hardness to them, like Magnus's eyes. The albino young woman was sore, her body needed to heal from this. She had her healing magic, that should be enough to help both herself and Denmark.

She wrapped her arms around him and set her head on his chest. She felt his warm skin from his opened shirt. The Denmark he placed his arm over her, he knew she was healing him from the wonderful feeling of bliss. Like a high that nothing else could ever make, just the feeling of pure happiness and love, numbing any pains he had. The cuts and bruises he had disappeared and his skin was left smooth, save for the scar that was over his nose. But that could be covered by foundation. The blond Dane ran his hand over his younger sister's hair and back, feeling the tiring effects of the healing. He was sleepy and happy, pain free. The scars and wounds on (y/n) faded away as well, she was healing herself as she healed him.
"Lillesøster, we have to go to bed.," He spoke softly and tried to get her to get up, "As much as I would like to continue Cuddling, we have to get some sleep to help recover from our wounds." The effect of the healing sapped a lot of his energy. Same with her. The couch was just so big and comfortable. "Just this once.," Denmark muttered as he looked down at the sleeping face of his younger sibling. She may not be his baby sister by birth, but thanks to the odd genetics that are split between the counterparts, they were technically biological siblings. His blue eyes slowly closed as her breathing and the soft light of the fire waned, lulling him into sleep.

Sunlight filtered into the home as the sun rose. (Y/n) was roused from her slumber by the light hitting her eyes. She was on a muscular chest. She looked up to the sleeping face of her brother, Denmark. He was still very deep in sleep. Both of his arms held her in a strong grip. The fire had gone out a long time ago, so the only warmth was each other. The blond Dane's face was in the soft spikes that rose from the Scandinavian woman's head like ocean waves. She could feel his breathing as she as held tight against him. The albino Scandinavian was still sore. She worked to slip out of the strong grip her brother had her in.
Thankfully, she succeeded. She would make a nice meal and coffee for him. It was the least she could do. The stove heated up as she got the ingredients together to cook something good for her big brother. She was making the coffee when she felt a pair of arms around her, "Why are you up so early? You should be resting." Denmark's voice was sleepy. His demeanor was different than those other sleepy times. He was acting more mature than his usual playful self. (Y/n) had a warm smile on her face, "I wanted to make you something to eat. You need your rest just as much." His arms did not leave her waist as she felt his head be set on top of hers, "You're warm."

"And you are acting like a child.," The Scandinavian replied to her brother. His grip was tight on her as she tried to get away. "Don't you want to have some coffee?," the young woman asked. The blond dane seemed like he was thinking it over in his mind as she poured a cup of the hot liquid into a coffee mug for him. He finally relented and let the young woman go. She poured herself a coffee when she noticed he started to drink the coffee black. No sugar. No cream. Nothing to cut the bitter flavor. This made her do a double take. This was not how Denmark acted. He would not have any coffee that was not sweetened a bit first.
This action was more akin to Magnus, who drank black coffee almost religiously.  The albino put some sugar in her cup and stirred the coffee, dispersing the sweetness throughout the liquid. She offered it to Denmark. He took a sip and made a face, "It's sweet." "You like sweet.," the albino young woman said, "You never drink your coffee straight black. You always have to have something to cut the bitterness in it. You're acting like Magnus."

Denmark froze. His face became angered. "Don't compare me to him.," The Dane's voice seemed dark and wicked. His hand gripped the mug so hard that it broke, this snapped him out of whatever had gripped him. His blue eyes looked over to his terrified younger sister. She was backing away from him. "Lillesøster, I'm not going to hurt you. I'll clean this up, don't worry.," He was smiling again, but that was not enough to make her settle down. (Y/n) shook her head and backed up a bit more, "Where is everyone else? Where is Luxembourg? Where is my fiancé?"
(Y/n) saw a mix of shock, anger and sadness flash in his eyes. Like he did not know how to feel. He was different. Something had changed him. He was dark. It was like he had been Corrupted by Magnus. Like Magnus had gotten so dark and powerful that it was seeped over onto Denmark. This scared her, "Answer me!" The dane did not answer her. He did not want to. He did not want to tell her what happened.

Having her ignorant of the truth was what he wanted. "Lillesøster. You're safe. Nobody will hurt you anymore.," the dane said and stepped over the destroyed mug. The scars on his face made him look more like his counterpart. The Scandinavian woman was up against the wall, cornered. Denmark stopped as he saw her terror grow. He was acting like her biological brother, Magnus. The blond stepped back to give her space and went back to clean up the broken mug. His blue eyes cut to the young woman to see what she was doing. He never did give her an answer.
"Everyone else is dead or incapacitated. Norge and the others have been knocked out of comission for a while.," Denmark told her, not giving her all of the answers she sought, "Luxembourg is dead. I found him before I found you. I had to kill my double so he would not get you." (Y/n) seemed a bit wary of him. "It's stress and seeing so much terrible things over the years, I guess... I guess it had finally caught up with me.", the Dane spoke and finished cleaning the mess up. The liquid that stained the towel was even more black than the coffee that it had been before. But the mug was white...

The Scandinavian young woman returned to cooking the breakfast for her brother. Denmark stood nearby, watching her. She looked like her mother, yet was a million times better than her mother was. Her long silvery-white hair looked so beautiful. It looked like it was glowing. Denmark reached out and took hold of a strand without the younger feeling it. So soft. It had a light sweet scent to it. The tall man let go of her hair and stepped closer to watch what she was doing. He had to be careful not to scare her anymore.
He was not Magnus. He was nothing like Magnus. He was a better brother than Magnus. He would prove it. He would love and protect her better than Magnus ever could. Denmark found that he was staring when she was looking back at him with a concerned look. "Undskyld. Du er så sød.," the Dane smiled, "You were so focused on what you were doing." Her cheeks were a little pink, "Stop med at kalde mig sød."

Denmark made a small laugh, "I'll go get some plates. We can eat together." The albino Scandinavian nodded and the dane got the plates and the silverware they needed. A big smile was on his face as he got the dining table set up. He did accidentally scare her, but he would not anymore. She will want to stay with him if he tells her about dangers of the ones that may come after them when they come back. She did not have to know much, just that she was safe with him instead of out in the world.
He poured out another cup of coffee for himself. He put a little sugar in it and stirred it around.

The liquid went from a deep brown to pitch black.