The sun rose the same, the wind blew the same, the sky looked the same. The trees and bushes were in their same places, still in the same well-trimmed shape as always. The houses, simple but homely, were exactly the same as always, friendly people conversing like always, giving bright smiles and waves like always. But it still felt different.

The sun seemed to be more round and lighter than usual, the wind colder than remember, the sky bluer. The trees and bushes seemed more green and prickly. The houses seemed emptier, the people more suspicious as they waved, smiles a little more forced. Too different.

A man, about twenty or so, went over all of this is his mind as he walked down the suddenly eerie street. So similar, but not quite the same. His already wild blond hair was blown by the colder than normal wind, his small, slight frame warmed by the lighter than normal sun. As his dark blue eyes scanned the city in front of him, he couldn't shake the feeling that something just wasn't right. Shoving his hands in his pockets he kept walking, not sure what he was looking for.

All through the city people would stare at him a bit before walking briskly away, after giving a slight smile and wave. The man sighed, he wasn't doing anything different, he didn't look any different, he was still wearing his same jeans and Danish flag shirt. So why all the glances now?

Deciding to think about everything over a beer, he stepped into his favourite bar and ordered a few drinks. It was weird. The bartender didn't remember him, despite the fact the man came there almost every week. He had talked to the bartender about everything, his life, friends, and the bartender had told the man about his life, with his two daughters and how one of them loved the mountains so much the family would leave mountain-less Denmark every summer so she could see some. But he seemed to remember none of this, and seemed a bit shocked when the man had used his name to address him. Too different.

Another man sat beside him. He was tall and well built, but not overly so. His hair was pale gold and seemed to defy gravity with the way it stuck up from everywhere. A small miniature top hat rested on his head almost comically. He was dressed casually, in a red t-shirt and jeans, but carried an air of authority nonetheless. His eyes were a pale blue, and made the man look a bit fiercer, with the way they glitter dangerously. The bartender walked over to the tall man, "Ah, Matthias, what should I get for you?" Matthias, so that was this almost terrifying man's name.

Matthias noticed the other man staring at him and raised one eyebrow quizzically. The man was rather short, with a very slight build, and had hair almost as wild and gravity defying as Matthias himself. His eyes were as blue, if not bluer than the ocean, and seemed to carry a constant spark of happiness. He was dressed in the Danish flag for a shirt, an odd choice, and some jeans. But there was something that told Matthias that this small man was a force to be reckoned with. Finally, Matthias decided to speak, "So, why are you staring?"

The smaller man jumped, "Uh… Sorry!"

"Not angry, just want to know why."

"Well, I don't know, it's just everything seems so different than I remember." He shrugged, drinking some more of his beer.

Matthias nodded almost wisely, "Things change a lot, but the beer always tastes good."

The other man snickered, "Yeah, unless you live in America, then the beer is just piss someone slapped a label onto."

"I know! They got no taste. Ugh, I pity anyone who drinks that."

"Reminds of a joke." The smaller man put down his beer, grinning, "How is makin' love in a canoe and American beer the same thing? They're both fuckin' just above water!" Matthias laughed, nodded in agreement.

""Wait!" Catching his breath, he took another sip of beer before continuing, "How can you tell if a Finn likes you? He stares at your shoes instead of his own!"

The man laughed, almost choking on his beer. "Well, you know what a perfect European is like? They cook like the Brits, drive like the French, laugh like the Germans, talk like the Finns, and spend like Belgians!"

Snickering, the two continued to drink and joke. Nothing was in bad taste for them, even when Matthias told a particularly offensive Nazi joke. No, they just laughed and drank some more. The small man gradually began to grow more accustomed to the walls being darker than normal, the clouds more wispy and grey. That strange sensation of uneasy was leaving him, bit by bit, as he continued to laugh and joke with an almost complete stranger.

Said stranger was beginning to become more flushed, his words slurring just a little. The smaller man was hardly even feeling the effects of the beer, Matthias was staring to make less and less sense and was laughing more and more at absolutely nothing. Deciding quickly, he paid for the both of them; happy he had brought enough money. Looking at his new friend, he supposed, he helped Matthias out of the bar, the tall man leaning awkwardly against his smaller body. "So," He glanced up to semi-glazed blue eyes, "Where do you live?" He hadn't expected an answer, but was pleasantly surprised when someone passing them on the street gave him the address. You would think, he mused, supporting the older man, He would be able to hold his beer better than me. But life is full of surprises and people who can't hold their liquor.

Upon reaching Matthias's house he was surprised yet again when the door wasn't locked, and deposited him on the couch. Matthias looked up with slightly clearer eyes than before, "Hey, thanks for bringing me home." His speech was even a little more coherent, "But, uh…What's your name?"

The small man gulped. Oh God what do I do, he'll think I'm crazy! Uh…Uh… He decided to go with the truth. "My name," he began, "Is Denmark."

Matthias's eyes widened in disbelief. He shook his head quickly," No, no, you can't be Denmark. I'm Denmark!"

Hell world! It is I, back from hiatus! So, this is going to be a long fic, and the characters that show up are only the ones with both SATW and APH appearances. Sorry for all you Liechtenstein or Aland fans. This is going to be long, and it takes forever to write, so updates will be random at best. But enjoy, there will be plenty of ships to come! SCC out!