Denmark - Pick Up The Phone

Summary:

Sometimes a misunderstanding can be such a trivial thing, yet she had let it upset her. Now however he was trying to apologise and she was ignoring him?  So what ultimately happens when she refuses to pick up the phone...

O.C :

Ember, dark hair, easily angered, fun and easy to shock.

Inspiration: 

crack lyrics, cell phones and making up :} 

A/N: 

A little bit of citrus is always good for the soul~ the song used in this story is Pick up the phone by Ronnie Radke :D

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Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system

YEAH!

Please record your message

[Beep]

Pick up the phone

Answer your text

Well, I apologize about last night

I really did not mean to disrespect

***

Ember stared at her phone for the fifth time that hour as her boyfriend tried to contact her. She sighed, rolling her eyes as she rejected the call turning her phone on silent. 

It wasn't the first time they had fought, nor was it the last, that she knew for certain. Maybe she was been harsh on the Dane, maybe he deserved it, she couldn't decide as she put a movie on and flopped down on the couch, irritated.

***

You

You better be alone

No I'm not obsessed

But if I catch you with somebody else

You know that I am gonna be upset

I truly believe that the reason I'm here

Is to tell you the truth that your ending is near

Oh, One day you must look at yourself in the mirror

I still don't think that you are hearing me clear

You must understand that our friendship is done

Justified by the person that you have become

And because of the fact that enough is enough

Now I'm the one that is holding the gun!

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Mathias sat in his room, ready to pull his hair out of his head. Why out of all the women he had dated, why did Ember have to be so stubborn. Staring at his phone he hit the dial button again, staring at his screen, waiting for her to answer. "Come on pick up the phone..." He muttered as yet again he got her voice mail. Sure he would admit he was in the wrong. But he would never admit that to her. That's where his flaw was. 

The Dane sighed as he stared at his cellphone texting her over and over again. "I'm sorry." "I was a jerk." " It won't happen again." "Just please pick up the phone." Mathias ran a hand through his hair as he glanced at the time on his phone. She hadn't spoken to him since she had left. 

Grabbing his keys, Mathias ran down the steps and out to his car, he was going crazy not been able to talk to her, hear her voice. Apologise to her and hold her close. His mind was swirling with thoughts, none of them good. He had to set his mind at ease.

***

Whoa

This will be the end of us

I have tried way too many times to heal

I have loved you so much it hurts me dear

And this, this will be the end of us

Pick up the phone

Pick up the phone

Pick up the phone

Well, I apologize about last night

I really did not mean to disrespect

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Ember wasn't sure what the time was. She glanced at her tv noticing that her movie had finished playing. Turning her tv off she walked to her bed room and fell down on her bed. Picking up her phone she stared at the front screen. -34 miss calls,  72 unread texts- she sighed rolling her eyes, scrolling through the texts when she felt her blood boil. 

A sudden knock in her door had her stomping down her passage and ripping the said door open. "What the hell do you want!?" She growled trying to slam the door shut, but to no avail. Denmark pushed it open and walked in closing it.

"I came because you aren't picking up your phone or replying to my texts, how many times do you want me to apologise?" 

She glared daggers at the man who stood before her. "You are an absolute jerk. I am so mad at you for that today, why did you even take that picture from that girl, why get her number when you always told me I was enough?" She shouted at him, shaking from rage. 

* * * 

Pick yourself up

Up off the floor

Wipe the tears from off your face

Because the cops are knocking on the door

They're gonna wanna know what's up!

Better tell them that you fell

'Cause when they see the bruises on my face

They're probably taking both of us to jail

And I'm sick and tired of fighting each other

The lying, the crying, the calling your mother

The calling of names, I'm bothered and smothered

We kiss and make up, and get under the covers

A dangerous cycle I don't understand

The kicking, the screaming, the breaking of lamps

I'll be damned if I see you with some other man

If I cannot have you, then nobody can

***

"You are enough damn it!" He growled at her walking up to her, pulling her into a deep kiss. "I don't give a hell what you keep thinking, but you are the only person I want." Mathias spoke lower, kissing her again. He pulled her close tangling one hands fingers in her hair so she couldn't pull away from him. 

His other hand only moved when he felt her body slowly relax against his. Picking her up and hooking her legs around his hips, he made his way to her bedroom, kicking the door shut as he half stumbled in. 

He fell onto the bed with Ember still holding onto him, neither wanting to break the kiss they shared as Mathias slowly started working her jeans open. "Never do this again to me." He growled out. 

"Do what?" Ember asked sounding slightly breathless as she gazed up at him half in a daze. 

"Never not answer your phone... It drives me insane when I can't contact you."

She yelped at the force he used to rip her top off her. There was no foreplay, then again Mathias never really wasted his time with such things. Ember swallowed hard as she watched him through lidded eyes. He was completely dominating her the way he knew she loved. He stared down at her before roughly grinding his hips against hers. 

Ember gasped as she pulled him close. "Ma-Mathias!" She whimpered out at the delicious friction between them. She was already soaked and she knew he was well aware. 

He smirked down at her before striping her completely,  he was aware that she was already half gone, he was certain because he was as well. He had been craving her so badly, his erection hurt.it was in his next breath that he rid himself of his pants and sunk into warmth without warning. 

Ember moaned lowly arching against him, pulling him closer, moving her hips against his, truing to keep his rhythm until he started pounding into her so hard she could hardly breath yet alone utter out a single word.  

* * * 

Whoa

This will be the end of us

I have tried way too many times to heal

I have loved you so much it hurts me dear

And this, this will be the end of us

Death do us part

I thought you would never go straight

For my heart

I'm better off living in Hell

Pick up your phone

(Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system)

Pick up your phone

(Please record Your message)

Pick up the phone

[Beep]

* * * 

She lay beneath him, writhing, mewing,  clawing at him back feeling her orgasm loom nearer and nearer until she couldn't take it anymore. She came hard, her muscles clenching around Mathias and he sped up even more driving himself until finally he spilled himself in her, haunting heavily,  his always perfect hair a mess. 

Moving gently he pulled himself out of her and pulled her close to him, nuzzling her hair. "I love you Ember, you will always be enough." He whispered into her hair as he watched her fall asleep in his arms. 

~So just please... pick up the phone~

Nordic Five - Wasted

Summary: Helena struggles to contain her embarrassment when she finally goes through the items of clothing the men she stayed with bought her. It was ridiculous, most of it looked so damn raunchy, she found her cheeks matching the colour of the very fabric used. By glancing at each she had a slight idea who had picked what, it isn't until one of them see her in one of her frocks that she really wants to strangle one of them.

A/N: this is the sequel to Amnesia, Hetalia does not belong to me, only the oc does and the plot, this chapter is pure crack-fic so please enjoy :) this chapter is rather Denmark centric. They will all vary ;)

Inspiration: Falling in Reverse and Ronnie Radke's genius lyrics...

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Needless to say that her welcoming party was one full of hot men, Helena found herself feeling rather over whelmed by the friendly men. She had to occasionally pinch the bridge of her nose to prevent a never ending onslaught of nose bleeds.

Currently she sat in her room going through everything the kind men had provided her with. The clothing was practical and cute, so she started to go through her chest of drawers only to find herself having to pinch her nose once more.

"What the hell are they thinking buying me such things." She whispered feeling her cheeks heat up. She eyed a lacy night gown and sighed before turning her attention to a little black silk night dress with pink ribbon worked onto it.

"This I can live with but what the hell is all this see through stuff?" She questioned out loud. It was while she was holding up a rather see through black night dress that Mathias walked into her room to find her sitting on her floor in nothing more than a towel.

He grinned much to her dismay as his eyes fell on the article in her hand. "I was told to let you know we going to all go out tonight..." His smirk widened when he saw the blush on her cheeks.

"Eh?" She answered him.

"We going out later." He repeated. "So you can dress up nicely?" He said unsure as he eyed her cleavage.

Standing up to fast Helena watched in slow motion as her towel dropped to her ankles, the man staring more at her as her eyes dropped to her form.  "KYAAAA!!!!" She screeched "STOP STARING YOU PERVERT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GEEEET OOUUUTTT!!!!!" She yelled slamming the door in the man's face and locking it. Panting as she slumped against her room door listening to feet rushing towards her door.

"What happened?" She heard one voice ask.

"Where you being a pervert again?" Another scolded darkly.

"Did you try and pull a move on her?" Another asked sounding a little to excited.

"N-no... I walked in to tell her we going out tonight and she stood up and her towel fell off and she kind of freaked out." The Danish man spluttered out in his defence.

"That's not fair." A dark voice reached through the door.

"Actually she has a pretty awesome rack." The Dane replied.

"YOU KNOW I CAN HEAR YOU FREAKING IDIOTS!" She yelled feeling deeply mortified at what had happened.

After hearing four apologies and the shuffling of feet she sighed and grabbed panties and a bra not realising they sported a flag on each item, slipped into skinny jeans and a white vest unaware that her bra showed right through sporting the red and white of the Danish flag, be bottom however sported a Finnish flags colours. The thought had occurred to her that maybe a drink with the men wouldn't be so bad. Though she would not admit she could not hold her liquor well and when intoxicated she had a rather disturbing habit of stripping if left to her own devices.

After two hours she emerged from her room and walked to the living room where most of the men sat. Each one stared at her as she entered the room.

"So when do we leave to go drink?" She asked as she looked at the time. "It's never to early to start y'know." She smiled.

"We leave in an hour." A monotone voice reached her. She spun to find Lukas watching her, his eyes trained on her chest that stretched the white fabric of the top.

"Goodie... I need a drink." She smiled walking out to finish getting ready.

When they had made sure she was out of earshot Mathias smirked, " I don't think she realises we can see her bra through her top... and it's my flag." He grinned.

"You are going to make her hate men...." Emil spoke as he paged through a book.

Lukas grabbed the Danes tie and yanked it successfully choking him. "Don't be a dog..." His voice was low but soon he let go of the tie and moved towards Emil, opting to annoy him.

It was a few minutes later when Helena ran down the stairs jumping onto Berwald, clinging like a monkey, her eyes wide. "T-there is a talking bird in my room!" She wailed out. "And its p-perverted!" She yelled as she clung to the silent man. Turning to Denmark she gave him a pleading look , "Please let me drink away my insanity!"

The Dane felt his eyes widen, but smiled nodding. "Don't worry I will look after you tonight."

Lukas sighed rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Seems the bird is doing a better job at scaring her than the Dane is."

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The music pounded in the club they had chosen. To say that Helena was under dressed was a major understatement, she rolled her eyes as she looked around the filled room. "Really some chicks just waste so much time getting ready and all they do is dance and get drunk. You look shit when drunk so why make it worse!?" She yelled above the music when the first round of shooters was placed before her.

"Wow didn't take long to get the ball rolling." She smirked taking the ice cold shot of tequila. It was then that she was handed a drink that the Danish man had decided she would enjoy. She simply grinned and sipped on it before feeling an intense urge to dance.

Placing her drink in Berwalds care she moved to the dance floor, absolutely owning it. She was completely oblivious to the five sets of eyes that rested on her swaying form as she let the music carry her. After a few songs she sauntered over to the men and gave a bright smile. "I dunno about you guys but I'm loving this!"

Mathias smirked as she downed her drink, licking her lips once she was done. Only to notice her next one was already awaiting her. "Seems like you really needed this!" Mathias grinned watching her nod when she did the unthinkable and moved towards Mathias. She took his tie and smirked leading him by it to the dance floor.

It was crowded and stuffy and getting late but that didn't stop the give men and the small woman from enjoying themselves. Liquor had flowed freely and soon Helena felt the effects kicking in as she danced against Mathias, his hands firmly on her hips pulling her closely to him. She had successfully managed to get Lukas and Emil dancing, along with Finland and with a lot of persuasion she had gotten Berwald out on the dance floor with them.

All five men would readily agree that Helena could be very persuasive when she had a few drinks in her, she may not have dressed up for the club, but her behaviour was downright sexy and it stole the spot light in a good way. As she had promised she had danced with each one of the men, up close and so utterly personal with each one of them. She made it hard for them to concentrate, but her moves seemed to come so naturally to her it's what made her so irresistible while she danced around them in the club.

It was when they finally decided it was time to leave Mathias had swept her off her feet and carried her out the club, grinning widely as they got to the car. The six had gone in one vehicle and in so Mathias kept Helena on his lap as Berwald drove them home.

Sometime along the drive, Helena had dozed off and cuddled against Mathias who found himself staring at the young female, smiling, though only after he noticed the other two sets off eyes on her and Berwald who occasionally glanced at them through the rear view mirror.

Arriving at their household Mathias had carried her to her room and helped Finland settle her in for the night. Casting a last glance at her Mathias smiled and closed her room door.

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Sometime during the morning Helena had woken up and showered to try and sober up and ease the tension in her neck and shoulders, she slipped into a pale blue, flimsy lace night dress and a matching bottom before climbing back into her bed and galling asleep. It wasn't until she was assaulted by a headache that she felt the urge to move or die from the horrible dull throbbing. Unthinking she walked down the stairs and into the kitchen taking no notice of the five wide sets of eyes that stared at her and the small night dress that left very little to the imagination.

They watched as she walked to the fridge with a glass, got water, then attempted to hunt out something for her headache. The men said nothing until she went on her hands and knees and her small dress lifted giving the men a lovely eyeful of her rear. Tino was the first to clear his throat, his face was redder than beet. Berwald sat with his blue eyes wide behind his glasses, his cheeks dusted with a pink blush. Lukas pinched his nose, his cheeks going darker and darker. Emil felt his face burning. Mathias did nothing to hide his nose bleed or the pink on his cheeks as he stared at her.

None of them knew what made the situation worse, if it was the fact that when Helena turned around to look at them, the expression on her face, or when she sat on her knees and rubbed her eyes staring at them. Evidently she still hadn't noticed what she was in.

"U-uh Helena, what are you looking for?" Tino asked his voice threatening to crack when she turned her attention to him.

"Hmm... a headache tablet... feels like my head is going to explode." She mumbled as she stood up walking to the table and seating herself on the Danes lap.

She eyed his plate and innocently picked up a strip of bacon, nibbling on the crisp sliver of meat while she waited for Tino to help her.

Mathias gently rubbed her lower back as she sat quietly, evidently not caring what she wore in front of them.

Nordic Five - Amnesia

Summary: What would happen if Denmark one day stumbled across a small female, passed out in the snow in the front yard of his home. How will the other four Nordics react when he decides to keep her, how will life in the house change when she eventually wakes up? (Pure crack-fic)

O/C: Helena, suffers with amnesia, is a major pervert, quite shy and quiet.

Inspiration: some Falling in Reverse, lingerie and the idea of been surrounded by five dudes.

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It was a winter day, just like any other. The breeze cut through anything it could, the snow made everything horribly damp, yet the weather didn't deter the Nordic five as they continued their everyday activities.

Mathias stood in the front yard with Lukas, cursing as they shovelled away heaps of snow to try and clear the drive way. Tino stood in the kitchen preparing some of his famous hot chocolate. Emil had been sent to get some groceries and Berwald was out stacking wood neatly in the back yard.

Tino smiled as he finished placing marshmallows in the hot chocolate before he placed all the mugs on a tray and moved to take them out. Berwald was the first to receive his. "Enjoy it." Tino smiled as he walked back through the kitchen door towards the front porch.

Mathias continued to shovel out the snow when Tino walked out onto the porch which hot chocolate. Grinning the Dane threw his shovel down, only to halt when it made a dull thunk. Eyes wide he turned to where his shovel was to see a white glove.

"Eh?..." He looked to Tino and Lukas, confused. "Did any of you lose a white glove?" He questioned when both males looked at him equally as confused.

Tino was the first to answer. "Nope, I don't own white gloves why?"

Mathias moved over and tried to pick the glove up only to have and arm follow. Glancing at Tino and Lukas, he looked back at the arm and continued pulling until a light body followed. Tino was the first one to reach him when he saw what Mathias had found.

"What is a girl doing in our front yard?" His eyes where shining bright with curiosity as he glanced from the girl to Mathias.

Lukas walked over sipping on his hot chocolate as he looked her over. "Are you sure she's not dead?"

At this Tino jumped, instantly checking the girl for a pulse. Sighing in relief he nodded. "Well she's alive but we have to get her warm before she gets sick." He spoke as he rushed into the house.

Mathias looked at the girl who he held like a rag doll and smirked, lifting her up and carrying her inside bridal style. "Yo, Tino where must I take her?" He asked out loud waiting for a reply.

"Bring her to the spare room upstairs, you can put her on the bed so long but she has to be warmed so since you found her.... maybe that's not a good idea,  bring her up here and go call Berwald." Tino answered.

Mathias looked confused but complied taking the small girl to the room and placing her on the bed then walked down to the back door. "Berwald, Tino is calling you his in the spare room upstairs." He walked back in and sat down at the kitchen table watching as the silent Swedish man walked past him.

A few hours had passed and the Dane grew curious as to what was going on with his girl he had found so he walked up the stairs and to the room when his mouth gaped open. "Oi! This is not fair!" The man whined when he saw Berwald holding the girl on his lap to try warm her, a blanket draped over her, with a fire going to warm the room.

Tino turned to look at Mathias and shook his head. "Now, now I know you found her, but you'd be groping her and we had to bath her, we need you to get her some clothing, take Lukas with you and buy her some things, it would seem she had nothing but the wet clothing we found her in." He glanced over at her before rushing out with Mathias.

Berwald sat dead still as he watched the small female sleeping against him. Her breath had finally evened out and her skin slowly returned to a more natural colour, her skin finally warm to the touch as it should be.

* * *

A week had passed since Mathias had uncovered the small female and she still remained in a deep sleep. Mathias had suggested he try kiss her to wake her up since he found her, which had resulted in him been strangled by Lukas with his own tie.

It was a friday night and the five men had gone to a world meeting leaving Mr Puffin in charge of watching over the sleeping girl.  The said bird had perched himself on the head rest of the bed while watching the female until she started to stir.

Grumbling slightly she rolled onto her side, then again onto her stomach until she rolled clean off the bed. Jumping up she fell over instantly before taking a look around her. The puffin watched as she frowned and glanced down at her clothing.

"Where the heck am I? " She mumbled quietly.

"In the Nordics household,  you where found buried under snow in the front yard human female." The bird answered.

She froze, staring up at the bird before fainting from shock. And that was how the five men found her, sprawled on the floor when they arrived home.  They had looked to the bird for answers but all he had told them was she had awoken, freaked out when he tried to speak to her and fainted.

Tino sighed, followed by Mathias who lifted her up and put her back on the bed. "Come on... man the one night we leave her she wakes up and faints." Mathias pouted.

Tino gave a small smile." Well it's a good sign, we will just let her sleep it off, maybe in the morning she will be wide awake, maybe it will be better though if we let Berwald watch her tonight?"

Mathias nodded in defeat and left the room, heading to his own where he fell down on the bed staring at the flag on his ceiling. " I find her, she wakes up and I'm not here."

All five men however had to admit that she was rather easy on the eye once Tino had cleaned her up and brushed out her hair.  The only remaining surprise was the girls eye colour.  Her hair once clean was a light lavender silver colour and was quite long, her skin was porcelain, her eyelashes long and black. She lay tucked in while Berwald sat on a couch near her bed watching her.

It was early into the morning when she woke up, her stomach giving a raucous growl as she once again glanced around her. That was when she made eye contact with a pair of icy blue eyes.

"Your awake?" A deep voice with a strange accent she wasn't familiar with asked her.

Dumb founded she simply nodded, glancing around for the talking bird.

"Are you hungry?" He asked again to which the girl nodded, a light blush on her cheeks as she looked down at the night dress she wore.

"Uh... w-where am I? " a soft voice reached the Swedish man as he moved to go fetch and warm some food for her.

"The Nordics household, I am Berwald." He spoke as she watched him carefully through bright silver blue eyes.

"Oh... nice to meet you, I would tell you my name but... I can't seem to remember it." She sighed as she fidgeted with the blanket.

"S' okay. Stay here, I'm going to bring you food." The man replied to her leaving her in the room.

She pouted as she glanced around. These strangers had really made the room comfortable for her. The colours they had used matched her hair. The bed she was in had light purple, deeper purples and white bedding with a thick white faux fur blanket and other purple shaded blankets made of coral fleece and strange soft fabrics to keep her warm. The curtains where also a variety of purples and bluish hues blended into each other. There was a couch in the corner with cushions scattered on it and a small desk and chair as well as a open planned cupboard along one wall.

She blushed as her stomach gave another loud growl and sighed as the smell of warm food hit her. She found herself eagerly awaiting her meal as she watched her door open and in walk Berwald  with a tray.

She had thanked him before tucking into the warm stew he had brought for her, once done she looked at him and gave a small, unsure smile.

"If I may ask, how did I get here?" She spoke keeping her voice low.

"Mathias found you buried under the snow in our yard." He replied.

"Oh... I don't know how I got here, is my bag here?" She glanced around hopefully when the man shook his head.

"He didn't find anything else, only you, you should rest though, in a few hours everyone including Mathias is going to want to meet you."

She nodded and lay back down after her tray was taken slowly drifting back to sleep.