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On a particularly summer day Denmark unwittingly stumbled upon Elleore, taking a walk about one of his many islands for the first time in years. It had been sunnier than he remembered, so bright he had half a mind to wear a pair of dorky sunglasses if it hadn't been for his precious dignity, and windier than normal. He pulled his dark coat a little closer and stepped further up the unmarked beach, leaving the lazy island surf behind. Even in summer it was too cold to swim recreationally in.
And that was when he saw her, a tiny girl with gangly legs and huge blue eyes, her hair the color of raw unbleached silk. He nearly startled, but stopped and watched her curiously, wondering when she'd run back to her parents or be whisked away when he blinked. Instead she stared back from behind the protection of a tree, as many girls her age would their mother's skirts. She wore a tattered blue dress with a white ribbon, and was of completely indetermininite age. She brushed the dirt with her tiny foot, and after a long pause finally called out to him.
"There are no people here. Why are you?" She barely backed away as Denmark reluctantly ambled towards her, sensing already that he was getting himself into something strange and unnecessary. Why else would a little girl, looking like she did, be alone on an island that as far as he knew, was uninhabited?
"Where 're your parents?" He asked, kneeling down to her level on instinct. He couldn't say he'd ever had much experience with children, but that seemed to be nonthreatening enough, even if the little girl didn't seem intimidated by him in the least. Looking, though, into her cornflower eyes, he knew she was one of them. "Where is your home?"
She tipped her head in confusion, feathery white hair brushing her cheek delicately. It took a moment for her to find her proper words. "Here." She said, and spread her chubby child's arms wide. "This is home."
[********] A new nation. And his? Denmark lightly placed one of his gloved hands on her arms. "You sure?"
She nodded blankly, staring unabashedly up at him. He stood up straight and ran a hand through his hair, frowning over at the sun. Already the responsibility was weighing him down, and she hadn't said more than a sentence or two. He couldn't just leave her, nation or not, and the orphanages were overrun by now. Maybe Sweden and Finland would take her? They seemed desperate enough for spawn.
Denmark looked down at her, and after another pause held out his hand- she took it, smiling at how tiny it looked in his. She trusted him, completely. "Where are we going?"
"We're gonna find you a new place to stay."
( ooc: I dunno. ~ :3 )
 men getting pregnant · Sat Nov 07, 2009 @ 09:58pm · 0 Comments |
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