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Ꮺ Denmark (matthias) ৎ━━━━━━

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 romantic lover He goes all-out when he's in love with someone! Maybe too much, you're bombarded with his affections and I feel he's the type to overwhelm you with gifts. Denmark does note things you like but he's also the kind to really express himself through gestures ~ so you'll still get what you like, but in his style of things. Which might show up in excessive displays or similar. I don't know how to explain it.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 He loves being affectionate, especially when it comes to gift-giving and physical touch. It'll be hard to doubt his affections for you, he'll love you so much you'll want to run away from him instead. which..I guess is better? wwwwww

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 He's proud of being your boyfriend. Yes, he'll show you off. Look at his lovely, beautiful and amazing [name] (like himself, of course). He'll parade you like some valuable gift and make sure you're reminded how much you're worth! Words of affirmation come naturally from him but he definitely never forgets to tell you you're worth it, you're beautiful, he's lucky to have you and loves you sosososo much. He wants you to feel prideful from his love for you and everyone should be jealous they'll never have another you because you're so cool and unique and irreplaceable...heh...

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Sometimes he likes being coddled in return though.

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Ꮺ Sweden (berwald) ৎ━━━━━━

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 husband material? I hate using that term so much but it's just he's such a caring person, he's so embarrassed to say it so instead he shows it. He actually quite likes the idea of being the protector and carer of the relationship, so he takes that role upon himself. Makes you breakfast in time for you to wake up and maybe serves it to you in bed.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 If you're intimidated by him, he'll definitely try to find ways to make himself look softer to you. He doesn't know how because he's not sure what about him could scare you, but he'll try.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Likes quiet dates where it's just you two. He prefers to have his attention, energy, time and focus go to you, only. It's a waste of a date if it doesn't revolve around the two of you, anyways. Is that not the point of them?

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 I get the feeling he shows up at random simply to check on you throughout the day. You could be sat somewhere maybe reading and see him show up to make sure you're alright, ask if you need anything, offer to go outside and buy you food if you need, etc.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 He buys you snacks you like every time he goes out without you.

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Ꮺ Norway (lukas) ৎ━━━━━━

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Similarly to Sweden he shows himself more through actions rather than words, though Nor is at least verbally expressive enough to tell you how he feels about you at times.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 cheek kisses and pecks because it makes sense wwwwwww He'll peck you on the cheek, sometimes both. He loves leaving little kisses like that as a greeting, at random, to say bye, before he leaves.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 He finds excuses to touch you, too. Sfw, but I guess sexually too. I was thinking more of holding your hand a lot, putting a hand on your hip or back, shoulder, etc. ~ he just likes being near you and is a touchy boyfriend mefinks.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 If you can see mythical creatures he'd really like that. Maybe teach you about Norse ones himself or show you a few tricks?

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Ꮺ Finland (tino) ৎ━━━━━━

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 clingy? He'll definitely be stuck to you like glue at least. He tries not to hover or suffocate you but he just likes spending time with you, so he'll also always make time for you! :,> Unfortunately he can't [always] drop everything and show up for you but if you ever ask, he will make space for you in his schedule.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 [long distance // country reader] Loves visiting your house and would definitely take the time to appreciate your culture or even learn about your language so he could communicate with you?

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 I mean idkkkk I just see Tino as the type who immerses himself in your interests as a way to kind of bond with you and also feel closer/connected.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Anyways he LOVES hand holding and cuddling. He's a touchy person and would definitely pepper you with kisses or kiss until you can't breathe. He might get flustered if you kiss him back or do the same to him, but still enjoys it.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Love language is matching things or buying things that remind you of each other to 'match'.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 He'd deffo be the kind to fall asleep on call with you!!

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 He'll always try include you in things. A lot of bonding activities, inviting you to hangouts even if it's with the Nordics, making time for you after big events. And he always wants to hear from you, he wants you to be an open book to him because he's willing to read every line and page.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Yk those people who kiss their lovers so much because they can't stop? They're just so in love with them and addicted to kissing them so they get carried away? He'd be that kind of person, mefinks.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 The mention of you in conversations is enough to make him excited or just smile a lot. Easiest way to catch his attention.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Always sends you pictures of Hanatomago, scenic spots, etc. when you're long distance or if he's anywhere away from you.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Dare I say he loves being little spoon?

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Ꮺ Iceland (emil) ৎ━━━━━━

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 yearner Although I randomly thought of this headcanon for an angst fanfic I'm keeping private. But it just makes sense to me when Emil's such a passionate person who tries to internalise(?) that part of himself because he's embarrassed. I mean he's basically a feeler.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 He thinks of you a lot and might be the kind to daydream about you constantly. Tries to stop but goes right back to square one and everything that reminds him of you just gets added to the scenario.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 I don't know if he'd be the kind with a diary, but for headcanon's sake he definitely would have at least some journal entries or space to muse about his feelings for you---unless he keeps that in his head for his own peace norway or denmark invading his privacy

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Tries to do things you like or things to impress you, but lowkey about it? He won't make a scene about it, especially for the embarrassment of rejection or anything of the sort, but you'll at least be able to tell that he's doing it for you / it comes from the heart? I'm bad with words sorry! Hope I make sense.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 But also involves pieces of you in his own life, too. I feel if he's not with you and let's say, out shopping--he always eyes things that remind you of him or things he hopes you'd like and would take them back home to give to you later, if not keep it for himself to be reminded of you.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 A part of him finds something romantic about love letters and handwritten affection. He would definitely decorate it with so much love if he were to write one, but I doubt it'd ever leave his imagination. He'd be too embarrassed or shy about that. :(!!! However, I do see him making you handmade gifts in a similar sense for special events and things like that.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Won't say it out loud but he loves when he sees that you keep things he gives to you. Especially if it's something you keep in your bedroom or any part of your room you sit by a lot, or something to wear on your person or bag/as an accessory.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 Mentally scripts scenarios and things to say to you in certain events.

♡ ̣̣̥ 𓈒 I don't think yearning, sentimentality or sensitivity are childish but emotionality is associated with being childlike ~ and canonically Iceland tries his best to suppress that part of him and look mature, so it kind of makes sense to me to have all this idk though.

Forget-me-not - What are the little things he does for you? What little things does he notice about you?

Mathias gives you little compliments here and there to lift your spirits and boost your confidence. It may seem a little superficial at first, but he goes out of his way to compliment aspects of you he genuinely loves. Your hair, your skin, your outfit, the adorable way you yawn each morning as you wake up, etc. Mathias didn't get a lot of praise growing up, so he wants you to feel confident in your own skin. He also likes to do little chores around the house here and there. Not only to make your life easier, but also because he likes to feel needed. As for the little things he notices about you, he takes special notice of your hair. He can't explain it, but something about your hair is so pretty and wonderful to him. The way the light bounces off your beautiful locks will occasionally make him stop and stare for a moment or two. <3

Eucalyptus - What helps calm them down when stressed or overwhelmed?

Mathias is the kind of man who needs to vent his stress through aggression. Because of this, his usual go-to for stress relief is to work out. Lifting weights, running laps, etc. But his primary way to blow off steam is to go completely ham on a punching bag. Throwing his fists into the fabric at a rapid pace, with such intensity you'd think the bag itself was what was stressing him out. Afterward, he'd want to cuddle and start talking about what's on his mind. Depending on how sweaty he is, however, you may want to ask him to take a shower first.

Gypsophilia - Do they contemplate marriage? Would they ever want to get married? How would they propose?

100% yes, no doubt about it. Mathias often dreams about the day you two potentially tie the knot. He'd love nothing more than to be a husband and father and would happily ask you to be his wife and the future mother of his children. As for how he'd propose, I can actually see him trying to make it sweeter and more intimate. Mathias is a very extroverted and social man, so proposing in a secluded location would be a little out of the norm for him, but still appreciated, nonetheless. Mathias would want to take you hiking somewhere in the mountains. Once at the summit (or some other higher-up location) where the two of you have the most stunning view, he'll finally drop to one knee, take out a ring, and pop the question. It's all very sweet and romantic.

Buttercup - How do they feel about children? Would they want any? What kind of parent would they be?

Mathias adores children. Yeah, they can be chaotic, but frankly? So can he. They are fun, sweet, innocent, and full of life and energy. Mathias wants to have a big family with you and would want as many children as possible. That being said, he'll resign himself to as many as you are comfortable having. He'd even be open to adopting children and doing foster care. Mathias acts like he was born to be a dad. And that's probably because he was. He'd be an incredibly active parent, happily playing with the kids every day he gets home from work. Lifting them upon his shoulders and parading around the front lawn, tickling them until their sides hurt from laughing, singing them lullabies at night, etc. That isn't to say he wouldn't be hard on them from time to time. When they purposely misbehave, he's not opposed to setting them in the corner for a timeout. Or even grounding them, should the offense be severe. So, in short, he'd be a pretty dang good dad.

"And what could I possibly want to know about you?" You narrowed your eyes, pulling your dagger from its sheath on your belt with a clean shik. You held it against his cheek, getting the skin around it to sink under the pressure.

"That I'm just a harmless tourist?" He squeaked, his eyes wide with the shine of the blade in them.

"I've heard that one way too many times."

"Really?"

He seemed to snap out of his fear in exchange for genuine surprise.

"You'd be surprised. Now, tell me who you are and why you were following me, or you're not leaving this shop alive," You threatened. You never imagined that you'd be so cold, let alone so quick to violence, but London made you nervous. At a critical time like this, anything sent your way may as well have been an enemy, and you couldn't afford to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"My name's Alfred. I came here from New York. As a tourist." He let out, unable to speak in longer sentences lest you really cut him open. "I saw you in my father's letters. He's friends with your uncle. Arthur. He was the one who… Told him about the werewolf in the reservation."

Your eyes flew open. What he said, what he knew. There was no way he could be lying to you. He was a friend, whether you liked it or not. You pulled the dagger from his neck, albeit with your expression still weary.

"You know about Allen?" was what you first asked.

"Only through description. So… Do you trust me now?" Alfred grinned nervously.

"Not quite yet," You replied, "You still haven't told me why you're in London, and why you were following me."

"Oh, yeah, about that," He muttered, rubbing the nape of his neck. You leaned in, looking him up and down as if to say, go on. "Like I said, I'm just here as a tourist. I was hoping you could show me around the city, considering you're kinda family and everything…"

It sounded innocent enough; you were actually about to consider it. But your gaze on him was too piercing. A hesitant smile stretched at his lips, and the longer you held him in your scrutiny, the further he shrunk his head into his neck. He seemed to be losing his nerve, and you couldn't be more on the mark. "… Would be what I'd say if I wanted to trick you, haha. But since you'd probably actually kill me, I'll tell you the truth so you can hopefully spare my life. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about with all the supernatural occurrences."

You froze out of pure shock.

He was here as a tourist, not for London, but for the supernatural? After you processed the absurdity of that idea, you moved on to everything else--the sheer entitlement of it all, and his astonishing lack of regard for life in itself.

"Are you out of your mind?" You uttered.

Alfred's mouth fell open in an awkward smile, and his face slowly paled.

Anger rose in your throat until it came out in hot lashes.

"You learn about the existence of vampires and werewolves, and the first thing you think to do is to see them in the flesh? What did you expect, a petting zoo?" You snapped, eyes wide with scorn. You couldn't believe the audacity of this man, along with every other word in the dictionary that could have been remotely similar. And here you thought you lived a privileged life.

But Alfred had the worst case of Marie Antoinette syndrome you had ever seen! His delusions of grandeur weren't just an insult to everything you've ever known, but a quick and guaranteed way to buy the farm. He had way too much time and money on his hands to know what to do with them, and he happened to think he could just swing by London on the cusp of war, to do what?

To catch a glimpse of mythological beings like they were readily available for him?

"You are the most privileged, self-centered, foolish man I have ever met. This isn't a game." You tore into him, your glare on him turning more poisonous by the second. If he felt like what you were saying was a slap to the face, it was even moreso on your end. For the last month, you'd seen more death than any person could handle in a lifetime. And here he was, eager to speculate it all like it was nothing but a bit at a theatre. "If you go looking for these creatures, all you'll find is your own death."

Alfred couldn't say a word. You've said it all, laying the truth on him without a shred of restraint. He just stared at you, wide-eyed like a scolded child. A part of him knew this would be the outcome, that what he was doing was stupid. But to have you, someone who was arguably the center of it all, lash out on him like this, it was a reality check that could shatter even the likes of his ego.

"Trust me when I say you don't want to be a part of this world," You whispered, averting your gaze as it clouded with anguish.

Then, you turned away from him to leave the shop.

"Leave this country and go back to America."

You fumed to yourself on the way home. When you got back, Amy had been sitting on the couch with a cup of tea. She lit up, standing to greet you, but her expression faltered upon seeing the look on your face. Then, the way you moved. You hung up your coat with a huff, then marched to the dining table to set down all your things. Dropping a large brown bag of ingredients on the top, you stormed back to the living room with a deep frown.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

"You won't believe the lunatic I met today." You shook your head, turning to her. You were about to head downstairs to see your uncle about his shopping list, but her question just set you off on a heated rant--not that you weren't already planning to share it all with her the moment you left that conversation. "It's mental out there. Not one person coming to London is normal, apparently."

"I don't think I'm that bad," Amy grinned wryly.

"Not you, Amy." You clarified, eyes round at the thought of roping her into this. "You're an immigrant. I'm talking about all these tourists. They think they can just come to London and do whatever they want. Oh, yes, I came here from New York, and I'm going to do what I like because I don't know any better. And I came here from a cave, in the middle of nowhere in Northern Europe, so I'm not going to bother putting on clothes in front of female company because I was raised by a pack of wolves and I simply wasn't brought up with the concept of public decency!"

Amy gawked at you. You were as quick as a whip, but also losing your mind, apparently. And not without good reason; she wasn't dense. What you said seemed to be directed at a particular man that had been here only yesterday. She didn't know what happened between you both, only that things were sour at the moment. After all, she'd overheard you and Allen talking about Mathias, and not in the fondest way.

"That sounds oddly targeted," She grinned sheepishly.

"Sorry, Amy, I think everything is just starting to get to me, is all." You sighed, covering your eyes with your hand.

"What exactly happened between you and Mathias?" She finally asked, softening her gaze.

You sighed again, lowering your hand to hold her in a weary stare.

"I'm tempted to say nothing, because nothing really happened. It's just his attitude that's been bothering me," You explained, glancing to the side as you found the words. Once you did, you shook your head despondently. "He got upset when I implied we were… Different. Too different to have a meaningful relationship with each other. Even as friends, it would feel… Odd, because he's so…"

"So…?" Amy narrowed her eyes in anticipation. "… Old?"

"No--" You blurted, eyes wide. "--I mean, yes, actually, no. It's only part of the reason why he's so different to us, Amy. He's like an enigma. We'll never fully understand him. How can he expect something like that to work with me, or with anybody, for that matter?"

"I don't know," Amy murmured, "Maybe he's more human than you think he is?"

"Even though he's the White Wolf?" You smiled wryly.

She made a pensive expression as she stared to the side, unsure of herself now.

You were right. She knew you were. If there was anybody to be counted on to be above human weakness, it was Mathias. But that meant forsaking everything else that could possibly make him human--even the good parts, like the opportunity for connection. If he really wanted to be invulnerable, he had to be neutral.

Even then, she managed a response, though it seemed to be directed at everyone else but the subject of the conversation. She turned back to you with a sombre look. "We can't all be perfect."

"But he has to be," You hardened your gaze on her. "If not him, then who?"

"Yeah, but he's not," Amy sighed out of her nose. "You know, I think he likes you."

"No way. We barely know each other." Your eyes went wide, albeit with a slight flush to your cheeks. You wanted to think it was more out of shock than embarrassment, because the very thought of Mathias taking that sort of interest in you felt sacriligious. Because it was. He was the White Wolf, and getting involved with him would be the most brutal mistep you and Mathias could possibly make.

And yet, a part of you, the less reasonable and emotional part, found it exciting.

But you couldn't give in.

"We've spent a lot of time together training, but that's nowhere near enough for it to be anything like that. I think it's just his ego."

"Is that why he came over last night?" She blinked, but before you could indulge her in her fantasy, you shot her down.

"He actually came over to apologize for how he acted." You answered.

"Oh," She muttered. "I take it that it didn't go well."

"It didn't." You narrowed your eyes for a hard frown. You'd never say it out loud, how the wounds were still fresh. If you still felt this way about Mathias, chances were, it was mutual. And this was not to mention Allen, who got the worst out of it all. "He said some pretty cruel things about Allen too. I still can't believe he could be capable of something like that."

Amy didn't know how to feel upon realizing that she'd been right after all.

"I think disappointment is the word you're looking for," She grimaced, though there wasn't a shred of mirth in her expression. "He is more human than you think he is, no matter how much you wished he wasn't."

You dismissed yourself promptly afterwards, telling her that you had to see Arthur about his ingredients. You didn't even need to say it for her to know, then. For the antidote? She asked, her eyes wide with hope. You just nodded with a smile. A month into his return, you uncle finally cracked it.

Amy's quest for redemption was now well on its way.

Up until now, Allen had been making do with a preventative. A diluted dose of wolfsbane to ease his symptoms. But that could only work for so long, evident in his transformation the last full moon. It was about time that the professor finished the antidote, and he did. All the theory was all there. The ingredients. The measurements. All he needed to do now, was to make it.

And Allen?

All he had to do was take it.

But it would be easier said than done. When you went downstairs to give Arthur all the ingredients he requested, he thanked you and got started on it right away. Only there was a palpable heaviness in the room as he worked in the study. And the look on his face--focused, but sombre. And here you thought he'd be more enthusiastic about finally getting Allen the help he needed.

"Is there something wrong?" You questioned with a slight frown.

"Not exactly," Arthur flashed you a small smile, but it only lasted so long before fading. He stirred a clear solution in his beaker, which glowed greener and greener the more he mixed it. "This antidote will work."

"Then why don't you seem happy?"

"Because it'll take time," He answered, his eyes narrowing slightly as it hazed with worry. Then, he took a pipette, and squeezed a few drops of blood--what you assumed to be Allen's--into the beaker. "It's not a one-and-done, in and out experience."

"And?"

"It'll take months," Arthur took his time to explain, as if he didn't have the heart to commit to what he was saying--much less doing. The way his brows pinched so hard until wrinkles formed between them was further testament to it. "And throughout those months, he'll endure so much pain, he'll wish he was never even born. Every injection will feel like liquid fire in his veins. His blood will quite literally boil him alive."

Your eyes went wide as your heart sank. You knew the treatment wouldn't be easy; Allen always made his injections seem like a chore. Something he had to do, something to just get done and over with. But the antidote took that to another level entirely. It wouldn't just weaken his symptoms, it would kill them. And from the way your uncle spoke, it would kill a part of him in a way that he could feel it.

"Does he know?" was all you could say.

"Yes. I told him before he even decided to come here. He was aware of it since the beginning," Arthur gave a solemn nod. "I wouldn't lie to him about something like this."

"I know you wouldn't," You smiled weakly, getting him to relax a touch. "So when will it be finished?"

"Very soon. Once it's done, I want you to fetch him for me."

"Why me?" You asked, though you were more curious about his decision than you were obstinate about going along with it.

"Because he trusts you," Arthur smiled tiredly. "More than anybody else, in fact."

Your uncle's words lingered in your mind in a soothing echo as you looked for Allen. Not to let him know that Arthur was finally working on the antidote, because surely, he already knew that. Besides, you didn't want whatever little time you had with him to be wasted on a stuffy conversation, another fight, or stopping him from getting into one.

Allen was sitting by the window sill when you walked into the guest room. You hadn't made a sound; the door had been wide open. But even then, he whipped his head to you the second you walked in. His eyes went round as he stood up.

"(F/N)." He muttered.

You reflected his expression, your eyes widening ever so slightly.

Last night's events felt so long ago now that you saw him again. He'd only said your name, and yet, all the ugly emotions seemed to disappear like they never even existed. Without Mathias here, or anybody else for that matter, it was just the two of you--and everything that happened between you both. Seeing him in person for the first time, then as a werewolf. Kissing him on the cheek, then feeling his embrace just last night. They were all you could think about--and feel--as you stood in this room with him.

And it overwhelmed you with a sense of comfort you didn't know you needed.

"Allen," You broke out of your spell and smiled, walking up to him slowly. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm alright," He grinned weakly. He appreciated you checking up on him; it didn't matter to him whether you expected a serious answer or not. Because truth be told, he'd been perfect ever since you walked into the room.

He didn’t have the burden of proof anymore. He didn’t have to explain himself to you, because you'd seen it all. The whole fiasco with Mathias, Ivan, and everything before that.

You just got him.

For that, it felt like the weight of the world just got lifted from his shoulders—the weight of justifying himself. He could just be who he wanted to be, unafraid that you'd judge him.

Once you were standing in front of him, and closer than you ever had, he didn't bat an eye. He even reached out for your forearm, holding it to feel even closer to you. While he did, he gazed down at you with a gentle smile. It was only the second time he'd touched you, but it felt so right. And seeing that you didn't seem to notice, he knew it felt right to you too.

"It's good to see you." He murmured.

"It's good to see you too." You agreed, your cheeks flushing a little. But it was more out of joy than it was out of nervousness.

Ironically enough, neither of you had the chance to talk much, let alone be together throughout the entirety of him being in London. If anything, moments with him were so scarce, it was unfair. And peaceful ones, even scarcer. But that didn't matter.

One minute with him felt more emotionally-charged than a whole day with anyone else.

"Bad day?" He hummed.

"Why do you say that?" You softened your gaze. You meant it with every sense of the word, because having a 'bad day' was unthinkable now that you were talking to him.

"I heard you talking about some crazy person from New York," Allen gave a lopsided grin. "Sorry it had to be someone from my country."

"You heard that?" Your heart sank, but how could you have expected any different? The door to the guest room where he'd been was wide open, and with ears as good as his, he may as well have heard the entire conversation. Even the parts with Mathias, which you greatly preferred to be left unheard for several reasons.

"Don’t worry. I stopped tuning in after that." He assured.

You'd never felt so relieved.

"You did? Why?" You blinked.

"Eh, seemed like something you wouldn't have wanted me to hear." Allen shrugged, stifling back a mischievous smile.

"Well, you were right." You sighed. "Thanks for respecting my privacy."

"I knew you would've done the same for me."

You stopped for a second, eyes round. You were taken aback by how sweet he was. And he was so genuine about it too. Did he trust you that much? It wasn't hard for you to believe, considering everything you two went through.

But hearing it and seeing it was something else entirely.

"Anyway," Allen murmured, rubbing the back of his neck with his face slightly reddened. It was as if he wanted to backpedal what he just said. "So, did you just wanna talk?"

"I wanted to check up on you before I went to the Elephant's Head," You told him, only the instant you let it slip, you regretted it. You've always wanted a moment alone with Allen like this one, but now that you had it, you were already announcing your departure.

"Right," He sighed, averting his gaze.

"But I don't really want to go." You cut in.

"Yeah?" He lit up a little at that, looking back at you.

"I didn't want to see Mathias. Not so soon after last night, anyhow," You continued, smiling sheepishly. His expression faltered once more, likely at the mention of Mathias. You panicked again. "Unless you came with me. But I understand if you don't want to go to a place like that, filled with so many people. It is a pub, after all, so it's not exactly the quietest space out there."

"You want me to go with you to the Elephant's Head?" Allen was more fascinated by your invitation than repulsed by the thought of actually accepting it. You'd want him to accompany you?

"Yeah," You smiled weakly, "I think you'd make it more bearable."

"Really?" He asked.

"Yes. I don't know how to explain it, but…" You stopped for a moment, trying to think of the right words. "I feel like I can always trust you to make sense of things. It’s comforting."

Allen widened his eyes. What you said was so vague, yet so specific--it was so kind, it filled him with a warmth that was alien to him. It wasn't like the warmth from his body heat, but from something more nourishing. All he knew was that you held him to such a high regard, it almost matched how he felt about you. But he couldn't get ahead of himself.

Could he?

"Sorry, that doesn't really make sense." You laughed nervously.

"It makes perfect sense, actually." He grinned, getting you to gape at him a little. "But I think I'll pass this time. Not really in the mood to meet people."

"Okay, I understand." You laughed. If you weren't so relieved that he wasn't put off by you, you'd be surprised by how open-minded he was about the Elephant's Head. But you were so happy from him reciprocating you, and without missing a single beat, your heart began to pound. He seemed to be on the exact same page as you. "I'll see you in a bit, then?"

But you couldn't get ahead of yourself.

Could you?

"Yeah, see you." He smiled.

You nodded and walked off at that, but before you could leave the room, you stopped. Maybe you could. You'd never been so happy, but it didn't feel right just leaving things as they were. That was when you turned around. Allen watched as you did, and he never would've expected what you did next.

You ran back to him and hugged him around his neck.

Hard.

His eyes went wide, and his cheeks tinted pink. But it wasn't long before he hugged you back, covering you with his body. His arms went around you like a protective shield, and he closed his eyes for frown--only it was more yearning than it was troubled.

There, he held you all the closer, and squeezed you back just as hard.

You didn't end up going to the Elephant's Head that day. You knew your absence would make things worse, but if you did end up showing up, the outcome may as well have been the same. It was a damned if you do, damned if you don't kind of situation. Mathias would bring it up later. That much, you knew. But if this was for even a few uneventful hours of, you'd take what you could get.

Instead, you found yourself sitting inside a cafe in the heart of London. You'd ordered some tea for yourself, but even after it'd started to cool, you didn't touch it. You just sat at your table, mulling over everything and nothing with a frown. And you'd been so lost in your head, you never noticed the man that had approached you.

Not even when their body cast a shadow over you.

"(F/N)." You heard a familiar voice say.

You lifted your eyes to the source. Lo and behold, it was Ivan, dressed as extravagantly as usual in his princely attire. But rather than the cane he walked with, he had a white parasol in hand. It seemed as if he'd been out and about in the day for leisure, a strange, if not contradictory pastime for a vampire. But this was Ivan of all vampires you were talking about.

"Ivan," You blinked. "What are you doing here?"

"Same reason you're here. A nice cup of tea and some desserts," He closed his eyes for a content look. He took a seat across you in the empty chair, seeing as though you were in need for some company. Or was that just him projecting? He opened his eyes and held you in a more discerning gaze; you seemed troubled. This was not to mention that the tea you'd ordered for yourself had long gone cold. "Unless that's not why you came."

You forced a curt smile, looking down at your lap.

"No?" He blinked, wide-eyed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you were meant to be running with the wolves today. Is there any reason why you're not at the Elephant's head right now?"

"…"

"Trouble in paradise?"

"That's a very twisted way to put things," You laughed dryly. "You didn't answer my question."

"Didn't I?" Ivan smiled again. "I was just out in the city sightseeing. Humans are so creative, don't you think? They're always making things and looking for the next best thing."

"I suppose." You murmured.

"So," He folded his hands together atop the table. "What seems to be the problem with you and Mathias?"

You gaped at him. That was one way to prod the subject. He just dove headfirst into it with no regard for how you'd feel about it. But what could you do? Your cheeks heated up and you gritted your teeth, and not just out of embarrassment--you were sad, even, that you had this falling out with Mathias.

"Everybody seems to know about it," You whispered under your breath, looking down.

"Well, of course. We must know the compromises of our allies so we don't let them impact the group as a whole."

"Compromise," You sighed. "You couldn't have said it any better."

"Well, go on."

"It's nothing. I think I'm just… Shocked that he's not who I thought he was."

"And who did you think he was?"

"The White Wolf."

"He is the White Wolf." Ivan gripped his chin and looked up in thought. "At least the last time I checked."

"You're making fun of me." You stifled a laugh, but a smile broke out across your face anyway.

"I'm not." He blinked.

"I don't know, Ivan." Your smile softened. "I just thought he'd be more… Sensible."

"Well, people can be complicated. He may be old, but that doesn't mean he's grown up," Ivan explained. He was so relaxed even when he picked apart someone you regarded so highly. And he spoke so casually about Mathias like he knew him personally--though that was more than likely considering his age. It was assuring to think about, that there was at least one person out there who was capable of understanding Mathias for what he was--someone who could match him in terms of power and experience.

"When you live for that long, the years feel like months, and months feel like days. It's a way for the mind to cope. Right now, he can still be as bone-headed as any other twenty-something year old man." He closed his eyes and shook his head, feigning defeat.

"Bone-headed?" You repeated.

"Mm, yes. He can still want the same things that a man does," He hummed, looking at you with mischief glinting in his soft lavender eyes. "And you can still offend him for everything a man gets offended about."

"I see."

"So I would stop treating him like he's a God, because he'd make a pretty lousy one."

"Then are you saying I should treat him like a man?" You frowned.

"I'm saying you shouldn't expect too much from him," He clarified. His tone turned so firm, and the way he looked at you was so sharp, so foreboding, it was uncharacteristic of him. That was how you knew you had to heed his advice. "He's a leader. And he's strong, yes. But he can still have moments of passion that lead him astray. And he’s as stubborn as a mule."

"So what should I do?”

"I'd tell him to back off, assuming it's not too late."

That night, everyone went out to patrol the streets of London. You, Amy, and Arthur were on one team, Ivan, Matt, and Alistair on another, and the White Wolf by himself. The most ground could be covered that way, and the strongest player could watch out for everyone else--namely Mathias.

The city was bathed in silver moonlight as you walked down an alleyway, your boots clicking against the cobblestone floor. It was quiet, but you knew that was only because nothing dared to make a sound. Vampires were lurking hungry in the shadows, waiting for any unsuspecting victims to get too close. But before they could sink their jowls into anyone, they would be interrupted by a band of characters they once thought to be long extinct.

"Somebody, help, please!" You heard a woman's voice cry not far from where you were.

None of you had to say a word before bursting into a sprint. You, Arthur, and Amy ran to the source while readying your weapons. Amy gritted her teeth and spun her revolver, Arthur grinned and whipped open a spellbook, and you gripped the handle of your whip with your eyes darkened.

Ever since you started training with Mathias, you'd gotten more confident in your skills. Combined with these nightly expeditions, you could now use your whip with ease. You three stopped by an alleyway, finding three men, or should you say, vampires, cornering a young woman at the end. Their pasty white skin was a deadringer for what they were, dead and about to go through the wringer.

You still had a lot to learn, but--you pulled out your whip in one quick, fluid movement, then flung it at the one about to bite into her throat--you didn't hesitate anymore. It wrapped around their head, and you yanked them back just as they exploded in a holy fire.

They blew up just out of range of the woman, who just stood there, shaking.

The two other vampires turned back to you, Amy, and Arthur, eyes wide and racing. They thought they'd just seen a whip fly in and out before blowing up their friend. But it couldn't be. Could it? Arthur's spellbook glowed as the pages flicked through by themselves. Amy trained her revolver between the eyes of the closest bloodsucker. Meanwhile, you pulled your whip back to yourself, reeling it in like a snake.

When they realized what they were looking at, a mage, a gunslinger, and a whip-wielding woman in uniform, they came to a conclusion that was unthinkable and utterly impossible for the last hundred years.

"Hunters." The vampire spluttered.

"That's right, motherfucker." Amy grimaced before firing three shots at their head, blowing three holes in their face.

Arthur chanted a spell and held his hand up. Fire shot out of his palm in an explosive jet, incinerating the last vampire on the spot. By the time the flames stopped, he was nothing but a smoking husk of black carbon. They dropped to their knees--or what remained of them--before hitting the ground and crumbling to pieces.

You and Amy gawked at the gnarly sight, then turned back to the professor.

"What?" He blurted.

"Jesus, Arthur. Kill him, not cremate him." You muttered, but you couldn't hide the way your lips stretched afterwards.

You were so proud of how far he'd come.

"It appears that years of suppressing these abilities have led to some… Unexpected side effects." He replied pensively.

"You don't say." Amy raised her brows.

Ivan walked down another street shrouded in darkness. Only this time, there was nobody to save--just large group of vampires, gathered together and presumeably up to no good. When they noticed him, they turned to him to look him up and down. Snow-white skin, cold flesh, and the scent of dead blood. There was no doubt about it; he was one of them.

"Can we help you?" One of them quirked a brow.

"No," Ivan hummed contently. "But they have a bone to pick with you."

A low snarl shook their bones, and that was when two pairs of glowing eyes opened behind him. One was forest green, and the other, a dark violet. Their pupils were thinned to slits like an animal's, and were fixed on the group like a predator about to pounce.

Hunter's eyes.

The eyes of werewolves.

And they sat much higher than a human or vampire's. They were towering beasts, and when they stepped into the light, they revealed themselves to be exactly that.

Matt and Alistair appeared behind Ivan in their wolf forms, their tails lashing behind their legs. Their ears were turned back as they growled at the vampiric horde, claws at the ready.

"This is for Remus, you sick bastards." Alistair hissed through his teeth before lunging at them.

Mathias took on a smaller horde by himself, only he didn't have to transform for it. He just killed them with his bare hands. But it made him wonder why he chose to restrict himself that night. Was there something so aversive about his wolf form that he chose to not use it? It didn't make sense. He could do it in the blink of an eye, and it came as naturally as breathing.

So why was he holding himself back?

He didn't have to mull it over for long. The answer came to him in the next ten minutes, and he saw them coming from a mile away. Eventually, you appeared at the intersection where he was. But you were alone. Amy and Arthur were nowhere to be found.

"(F/N)." Mathias ran to you. "Are you alright? Where's Amy and Arthur?"

"I'm alright. We got separated while chasing down vampires." You panted, still a little short-breathed from all the running. "I'm going to head back to look for them. I'd rather let a few vampires slip away than to lose them."

"I'll come with you," He insisted, reaching out to take your arm. "It's not safe for you to be alone."

You pulled away from him.

He looked wounded when you practically ripped yourself from him, but he didn't say anything otherwise.

"Fine by me," You muttered.

You and Mathias walked through the streets in silence, and it wasn't the most comfortable kind. You two were on edge, and not just from being out at night. Vampires could ambush you both at any given second. But there was also a palpable tension in the air that between you and Mathias, and it was even thicker than the smell of death.

And somehow, that was what loomed over him as his immediate concern.

"I missed you at the Elephant's Head today," Mathias began, breaking the ice. You whipped your head to him, looking at him like he just spat on an altar. The way he said it made it sound like he missed you in that sense, like he had wanted to see you. But he couldn't mean it that way, could he? "I wanted to talk to you, you know?"

"I wanted to talk to you too," You turned back to the path ahead, albeit with a strained expression. "But now is not the time for that."

"Please." He sighed.

"Mathias…"

"I'll be quick."

"Fine," You turned to him with a slightly heated look. "Should we say it at the same time?"

"Sure." He grinned weakly.

You two stared at eachother, darting your eyes over each other's face. Only his expression was nothing like yours. He looked apologetic and sheepish, while you looked conflicted. Your lips were pursed together, and your eyes grew wider the longer you looked at him. Then, your heart began to pound as Ivan's words replayed in your mind, telling you to cut Mathias off.

You knew it was the right thing to do, and yet, when you saw the way hope flickered in his eyes, your resolve began to wane.

So you forced yourself to do it.

"I think we're better off keeping a distance from each other." You finally let out.

"I'm sorry for everything I said, I'll never--wait, what?" Mathias cut himself off, frowning.

"You heard what I said," You averted your gaze as it clouded with anguish. "We can't associate with each other casually."

"What do you mean by that?"

"We can't be friends."

"I can understand you not seeing me that way, but now we can't even be friends?" He raised his brows in disbelief.

"We were only meant to be allies." You narrowed your eyes.

"We are!" He widened his eyes. He was incredulous; he almost had to stifle a laugh from how unreasonable you were being. "But we can also be friends."

"I'm sorry, Mathias. This is for the best."

"So we're just going to stop relating to each other at all? You'll just treat me like the White Wolf?" He asked, his tone marred with hurt. And here he'd hoped you would be above that. That you'd see how you and him were similar enough that you two could be at least friends. That you'd come to your senses and forgive him somehow, even if it was just for the crime of wanting connection.

But you didn’t deny it. That you’d just treat him like the White Wolf. He wasn’t human, and yet—

Mathias felt his heart pound as he narrowed his eyes in contempt.

—he’d never felt so dehumanized.

"I'm more than just the White Wolf. I'm also a person. You know that, right?”

“I do know that.” You muttered.

“Do you?” He softened his gaze.

"I’m sorry, Mathias,” You turned away, unable to look him in the eye. Because if you did, he could see that you were lying; you’d put him on a pedestal for the time that you’d known him. But how could he blame you? “We can’t distract each other. We’ve been doing that ever since we saw each other at the Elephant’s Head. You know it.”

And you were right. He did know it. He'd been trying to get to you ever since that night. He'd been trying make amends, but in the process, left more damage than he ever could've imagined. Even now, when he should be focused on defending London, he was focused on you. Being out on the streets at night, he should've been on high alert.

And yet, all his attention was directed at you.

His eyes went wide as he realized it--that he just cared too much. And by caring too much, he'd compromised not just himself, but you, and the rest of the team. But why? Did he like you that much? It'd only been a month since he met you, and yet, it was clear that he'd expected so much from you. Had he wanted you to be his friend, and got lost along the way?

"I…" His gaze faltered and his eyes went downcast.

Maybe he did get lost. He'd wanted to share something with you, and whether that was romantic or not, it didn't matter. He just wanted you to see him for what he was. To let him be genuine, and to reciprocate him, however far he fell short of the ideal leader.

So long as you knew him as the man behind it all, he would be content.

But even that was too much to ask; he'd lost his edge.

And you?

You only ever saw him for his role.

"We won't speak to each other then," He finally said, his blue eyes glowing ever so softly in the darkness. Just like that, he let himself become what you needed him to be. The White Wolf, nothing more, nothing less. His expression was now neutral and unreadable, making him invincible.

You couldn't see through him anymore. He was back to being the enigma you first knew him as, someone untangible and unreachable. Soon, your insides began to thrash with emptiness as you watched a friend become a stranger before your very eyes.

But this was what you wanted. Right?

If you couldn't get to him, noone could. Not even his enemies.

"Except if it's absolutely necessary."

But with all that said and done, one thing didn’t change. Amidst the silence, was the sound of footsteps. It clicked rapidly and echoed in a nearby alleyway. Someone was running, and they were heading straight towards you and Mathias.

Mathias whipped his head to the source, eyes wide and alert.

The stench of old blood and death in the air was too pungent for him to tell what it was.

Vampire or not, he couldn’t take his chances.

Mathias got in front of you instantly like a reflex, holding an arm in front of you as a shield. Then, he narrowed his eyes into a fearsome glare, letting it ignite with a cold, blue glow like a hot fire. It all happened so fast, you were too tense to realize your position. By the time the stranger had revealed themselves, you'd taken hold of his forearm, and as they got closer to you both, Mathias stepped back, moving you along with him.

Neither of you had to think before touching each other. He found your hand without even trying, holding it in his as he backed away. Perhaps that was what Ivan meant with his stubbornness. His willingness to get close to you whenever he had the chance. But you could forgive him for it this time. After all, you never let go of his arm as the stranger came closer and closer to you both.

All until they got close enough for you to recognize his clothes--and face.

Norway

You wouldn't even know he's a Yandere

He does more softer with you than anyone but not to a suspicion point

He knows that he has to keep his yandere tendencies undetected

When he saw you that morning catching nargles in a jar

(Specifically injured ones)

The only other people that he knows can see magical creatures are Romania and England.

He thought it was odd how you were catching the little guys so he followed you.

And he watched as you stopped at what seemed to be a picnic

And he continued watching you behind a tree as you nurtured the little thing

He never seen someone take their time to nurture nargles so he was surprised

And that's how he fell in love with you

A few days after that

You'd see him holding a troll while looking for any other small magical creatures to help

He acted like he never seen you before and strikes up a conversation

And he pretends to be shock when you tell him you can see magical creatures just like him

He will then offer to teach you some magic

And then your relationship grew after that

He liked how optimistic you where

Always in your own world so easily distracted

And teaching you magic and potion making

And he's such a sweet totally normal boyfriend!

But…

While you're out busy healing magical animals with the potions he thought you how to make

He's probably blackmailing/killing the people labelling you as crazy

Since they can't see the things you see you do look kinda crazy

But what if rumours spread like crazy and they take you away from him to put you in a mental hospital!?

He's not letting that happen.

So know your neighbour that also yelled at you for being “crazy” now hasn't left there house in 5 weeks

Iceland

Because I do not know whether Iceland can see magical creatures like his brother or not, this will go two ways.

Either 1 he's really jealous that he can't see the things you see like he's brother

(One time he almost killed a nargle by accidentally stepping on them 💀)

So this leads to him being very upset

He'll likely ask his brother for potion making classes so he can give you a healing potion

As much as he hates to admit it

He doesn't want Norway to teach you

It's not that he doesn't trust you two he just doesn't wanna be left out

And he hates how he's partner is running around the forest looking for “nargles” and “trolls”

Everyone tells him that he needs to help you seek professional help

Or….

Either 2

He does see the things you do

but doesn't interest in them to much

But he will after finding out you do

He asks Norway to teach him so one day he can impress you

And you two will become lovers or something like that.

Idk he just wants to impress you really bad lol

He'll learn about potion making and go where you usually go to look for fairies/nargles as well

And heal them up

And wait for you to notice him so you to can start a conversation

When you two do end up getting together he tries to go with you on your little hunts

Makes sure no-one sees you two

Don't want people thinking you guys are crazy

If someone does end up seeing

He'll blackmail them to keep their mouth shut

He isn't possessive over you or anything just gets a little jealous

That's all

Denmark

Denmark I'm pretty sure can't see magical creatures and stuff

So he…

Thinks your crazy

But has the “I can fix her” mindset

I mean you are just so sweet and whimsical it can't be that hard

But he doesn't trust someone with you so tries to hire a professional that he can bribe.

He thinks your crazy until Norway shows him you are sane Denmark just can see the shit you can

And he's all

“Well damn 😀”

But that does stop him lol

You two end up together anyways

Since Norway is pretty big he

*Sighs*

Has killed a fairy in accident one then

(He was running in the house and so happened to step on one)

HE IS SOOOOO SORRYYYYYY

“BABE! I'm sorry I didn't mean to!” He doesn't realise it till the end of the day because he can't see fairies

But he will be careful from then on

You will hear him in some random room in the house yelling

“BABE GET OVER HERE ARE THERE ANYTHING ON THE GROUND!?”

He's overall a good fun and loving boyfriend

No one would ever expect him of being a Yandere

Oh the people that spread rumours about you?

Saying that you're Crazy?

Or that you are with the devil?

WHAT PEOPLE SILLY!?

Yep they are all getting a taste of Denmark's axe

Sweden

Sweden

He fell in love with you when he saw you through the glass window of some antique store

You weren't like the rest

The only other people there were people in there 60s or people just trying to sell their trash away

But you where there admiring some cute little jar with a smile

Walking out the antique store with a wide smile on your face

You guys eventually became friends

He fell even harder when he saw your pure soul

You where a sweet angle with nothing but optimism and whimsical dreams in your body

But

When you started dating and told him what you did in your spare time

(Helping magical creatures in the woods)

He…

Thinks you are in need of professional

Help

Will get you said professional health

Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh it's a little hard ngl

He is so serious and thinks there is something seriously wrong with you

Don't even try to get your way out of this

If you try to get your little friends to help you

Sorry sweetie but this isn't Disney 😞

You are not getting out

When you tell him that they're right In Front of you

He will proceed to waving his hand in rapidly in front of you not knowing he is currently killing a shit ton of fairies by smacking them

Yeah you getting traumatized

He's just trying to help

He thinks that these delusions are really making a horrible impact on your relationship

If people try to say anything bad…

They disappear into thin air

Period

Finland

He fell in love with you while you were buying some candy canes for Christmas

(If you don't celebrate Christmas you just buying some other type of candy for yourself)

And that's when he knew he wanted—

No

Needed you

You two quickly became friends

Having so much in common after all

Eventually falling in love and the rest is history

When you tell him about your little friends

He is concerned

But will act like everything is fine

Just because he thinks you have schizophrenia doesn't mean that will ruin the relationship

He will try to help you as much as he can

But in the end you keep on insisting

He will vent to the other Nordics about this

And when Norway tells him everything thing

It all clicks!

He brings Norway with him home to help him see seeing your little friends

And tries his best with you

(And hasn't killed any fairies:3)

He thinks it's just so adorable how you care for the little thing

Even though you look crazy since he can't seem them

It's so sweet of you!

If people call you crazy then

He will just blackmail them

Just cute boyfriend things!

Sorry I was so late anon, I was quite busy and had no motivation at all. But I really liked your request. Thanks for the request!