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Is in line with the 'Baby bug' series. Randers is the 6th largest city in Denmark, according to Google.

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It had to be the ugliest necklace anyone had ever seen.

America seemed oblivious to it as she hummed quietly, shuffling her meeting notes. The other nations, however, snickered behind their hands at it. The stones of all shapes and sizes. In alternating blues, greens, and a stray green or purple here or there. Some stuck out at odd angles. It was tied up by what looked to be cheap plastic, rubber, or wire? A sort of string maybe?

The nations poked fun at it, whispering unkindly behind their hands at America's 'unconventional' jewelry. It had glass beads, stones, and small silver and gold spacers. Canada and England couldn't help but notice how she wore it with pride. America was nearly beaming as she stood to give her speech on the upcoming elections in her country.

It was the same speech every four years. Things may change, unions would be re-evaluated, and she would get back to them all by one week after her new President was in office. That created a brand new series of heckling from the other nations.

Ones that had very loud, long, and detailed opinions about all of her candidates, current leadership, and policies.

America ignored them all, smiling brightly. She nearly sashayed to her seat, allowing the light to catch her hideous necklace and nearly blinded Estonia accidentally.

Others presented their speeches, and some made note about upcoming events that certain countries had to participate in. Yet, through it all, Denmark could not stop staring at the latest 'designer' fashion that America was wearing.

It must have been designer, because America was obsessed with her brand recognition and labels. They were on excellent terms, the Star-Spangled nation and himself. So, he had no trouble telling her, after the meeting, just how awful the thing looked.

He didn't even wait three seconds before striding over, already caught in a fit of mirth at how silly she looked. He adored his little 'Pistol' of an ally, but even this seemed a bit extreme. His blue eyes twinkled as he leaned over her side of the table.

"America," Denmark said with a wide grin. "What on earth are you wearing, little one?"

He laughed, pointing at the necklace that hung in proud and prominent display around her neck. America tilted her head, and it was the first time that Denmark noticed the matching earrings. They appeared from behind her hair, which had been obscuring them.

Americans had a horrendous taste in fashion! France and Italy were right. He'd had his doubts in the past, but this... oh this... was just priceless. How could she like that thing? He nearly doubled over laughing.

She arched a brow at him carefully, as Texas took on a nearly dangerous glint.

"Do you like it?" Her words were misleadingly calm and cheerful.

Denmark shook his head to the negative. Nearly in tears by how ridiculous she appeared, it was made only the more horrible by the elegant way she was dressed.

"It is hor-" He started, gasping in-between his chuckles.

"-Because our son made it." America finished on a near purr. Her hand reached out and yanked his tie, causing him to land on his elbows, braced by the table. Blue clashed with lighter blue, and he could see the spark of her 'Wild West' days there in her eyes.

Denmark's mouth 'clacked' closed so quickly that even he was surprised he didn't break his teeth. Still, it was her words that gave him pause. He blinked.

"Randers made that?" He asked, looking at the necklace again.

"Yes," America said, using her free hand to touch one of the blue stones. "He did. All by himself. It was his gift to me, for Christmas."

The male nation froze. Staring at the necklace, that actually didn't look so bad. A look of adoration entered his eyes, and his voice lowered to a near whisper.

"All by himself?"

America released him, smiling impishly.

"Yes he did, the clever boy. Though, I should've have known he was going to be bright, look at his Father." She complemented, grinning at him again.

Randers, was the Son he'd sired with America. Who was only about the physical age of five now.

"Let me see," Denmark demanded, holding out his hand.

She slipped the necklace off carefully. As Denmark's blue eyes darted over the stones, beads, and baubles that were strung together. They were tied off in a sloppy knot, but it was tied properly. Denmark beamed at America.

"He remembered the knot I showed him."

America blushed with pleasure then. She nodded happily.

"Of course he did."

Denmark was a proud nation, but not too proud to admit when he was wrong. He gazed at America directly, and placed the necklace back in its rightful place around her neck.

"I take it back, this is the most amazing piece of jewelry I have ever seen." He declared loudly.

America laughed at that, moving for her briefcase, as she winked at him.

"I am so glad you think that," the female nation commented, "because he made a present for you too."

Denmark's face was like a child about to receive a sweet treat. Full of anticipation and eagerness.

"Oh, give it here little one, give it here."

A small package was quickly passed into his hands, and Denmark tore into it as if it was the only way to save the planet. Soon, the paper had fallen away, and he had a plain white box to open. He grinned as he removed the lid, his blue eyes eagerly gazed inside.

It had to be the ugliest tie-clip in existence. With clashing colors of beads and stones glued on in different places. Some of which did not make sense. Attached was a piece of white paper, and in large, improperly spelled, and sloppy writing; read Too Fader.

Denmark, loved it instantly.

He hastily removed it from the package and clipped it on to his tie.

"It's wonderful," he said honestly. "I love it."

America smiled knowingly.

"I am glad you do."

"And, look, we match!" Denmark proclaimed as other nations paused to stare at the pair as if they were utterly insane.

It hardly mattered. America pulled out her phone, and they took a picture together, so that Randers could see that his father had loved the gift.

Denmark slung an arm around America, smiling widely.

"Now, how about a kiss?" He questioned, as he waggled his brows.

America chuckled in fondness as she pressed her lips against his.