"Liebling! Come down here, right now!" (Y/n)'s father, Gilbert yelled from the kitchen.
"Coming dad!" (Y/n) yelled back. (Y/n) hurriedly ran down the stairs, almost tripping a couple of times. (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, and sat down right across from Gilbert.
"So, your eleventh birthday is coming up in a few days..." Gilbert started.
"And?" (Y/n) inquired.
"And I have a business trip coming on that day." Gilbert finished. Well, that kinda broke (Y/n).
"But," Gilbert started again.
"But what?" (Y/n) replied.
"Would you like to come with me on my business trip in Denmark?" Gilbert asked.
(Y/n)'s heart leaped with joy. Not only was her father going to be with her on her birthday, but she gets to go to another country! Also, staying at home being home schooled (both of you currently live in Austria) on your birthday wasn't exactly your cup of tea.
"Yes dad! More than anything!" (Y/n) exclaimed, grinning widely. She leaped into his arms, pulling Gil into a tight hug, making him chuckle.
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A few days have passed, and it was the day before (Y/n)'s birthday. It was also time for (Y/n) and her father, Gil, to go to Denmark. (Y/n) took a deep breath as she dragged her stroller bag out of their house with her father. Gil smiled at his daughter and locked the house. (Y/n) and Gil walked to the cab, put their luggage at the back, got in and sat down. Gil shut the door and the driver started to drive over to Vienna International Airport.
After quite a bit, they arrived at their destination. Gil payed the driver and thanked him. Gil was the first to get out, adjusting his Prussian blue suit and tie. (Y/n) followed suit and adjusted her cream colored cotton sweater. Gil shut the door behind (Y/n) and went to the back to get their luggage.
As the both of them went in the airport, (Y/n) shivered and held on to her father tightly. Knowing this was (Y/n)'s first time riding an airplane ( (Y/n) and Gil only drove to Vienna from Berlin. That was exhausting!), Gil chuckled. "Don't worry, liebling, everything's going to be just fine." He reassured. Both of you went through the check-in line and a couple of security check ups before boarding the plane.
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About an hour and a forty-five minutes later, both of them have arrived at Copenhagen Airport. (Y/n) and Gil got out of the plane, took their luggage, and did a couple other things before catching a cab and going to Copenhagen Marriott Hotel.
Gil went to the front desk to get the key to their room. (Y/n) sat down at the lounge while a bellhop took care of her luggage, putting their luggage on a that luggage cart. (Y/n) put her headphones on and started listening to one of (insert favorite artist)'s songs. (Y/n) nodded and tapped her finger on the couch to the beat, staring intensely at a nearby potted plant next to another couch where another boy about her age was seated, talking to what seemed to be his younger brothers.
(Y/n) felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. (Y/n) looked up to find her father, Gil, snickering. "Let's go, liebling. That plant is probably scared to death." he smiled. (Y/n) nodded and got up, walking to the elevator with the bellhop following behind. As the elevator ascended, (Y/n) began to lightly hum to the song that was currently playing.
A little ding sound jingled, announcing that they have arrived at their designated floor. Walking out, the bellhop led (Y/n) and Gil to their room, using the key card to open the door. He placed their luggage inside. The bellhop put the key card in the small holder for the electricity. Soon, the air conditioning, lights, and TV were on. The bellhop gave Gil the keycard holder along with the wifi password.
"Thank you." Gil said to the bellhop with a soft smile, handing him a small tip.
"You're welcome, sir." the bellhop smiled as he took the tip and went out the door.
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•Second person P.O.V•
After getting settled, putting things into place and whatnot, Gil cleared his throat and sat next to your flopped position on your bed.
"I have to go to my meeting now. I'll be back in a couple of hours." he said, patting the back of your head.
"Okaaaay." you said, sitting up, planting a kiss on his cheek. He chuckled.
"Stay in here, and do not open the door to anyone - unless they do the special knock of ours, okay, liebling?"
The special knock to which he referred to was similar to that of Anna from Frozen's knock.
"Ja!" you replied, getting tired of him giving out rules.
"Okay, have fun now." he says, getting up, kissing your forehead. Your face scrunched up in disgust. He laughed and shook his head. He then made his way to the door. He stopped halfway through the door frame and looked back at you.
"And while I'm gone, take a bath, will you? You stink." He teased. You stuck her tongue out at him. He laughed once more and finally and went out to go to the meeting area, closing the door, of course.
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It has been an hour since Gil went out, and (Y/n) was starting to get bored. She paced around the room for what seems to be the hundredth time. Then it hit (Y/n). She remembered that she had her Nintendo DSI with her, with that being thought, (Y/n) dashed to her bag and took the said gadget. (Y/n) soon started to draw on Flip Note.
Minutes later, someone knocked on the door. Curious, (Y/n) went up to the door and opened it just a little bit, just enough for her to see. (Y/n) could see the boy who was sat at the lobby earlier. Now that he was standing, he seemed to probably about three inches taller than her. He was pale and he had spiky, gravity defying blond hair, and stunning ocean blue eyes. He wore a red hoodie - a white shirt peeking underneath, black jeans, and a pair of red converse low cuts. Knowing he looked like a kid around her age, (Y/n) opened the door widely, and looked at the boy face to face.
"Who are you?" (Y/n) asked.
"Oh, I guess I have the wrong hotel room, sorry!" he apologized.
"Who are you?" (Y/n) asked again, this time, with a slight tone of impatience.
"Oh yeah, I'm Matthias, King of Northern Europe! And I must be going now! See ya around!" Matthias winked while grinning. Matthias then ran down the hall.
"You wish." (Y/n) mumbled before closing the door. The door locked automatically. (Y/n) went back to her bed and flopped on her face for quite a few moments. Then (Y/n) remembered what her father, Gil said. (Y/n) face palmed and retrieved a black shirt, underwear, black leggings, and a white hoodie from the closet. (Y/n) then went into the bathroom to bathe.
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Three hours have passed now. Gil has returned from his meeting. He set his laptop on the table and made his way to his bed and sat down, looking drained.
"Want to go to Midtown Grill and have dinner?" Gil asked, falling back on his bed.
"Yeah, sure." (Y/n) replied, lazily getting up. (Y/n) sat at the edge of the bed, and put on her black converse high tops.
Gil and (Y/n) went outside the room, making their way down (town) the hall to the elevator. Gil pressed the down button for the elevator. While waiting for the elevator to come down from two floors above them, (Y/n) was humming to Fairy Tale by Alexander Rybak.
Finally, the metal doors opened. Upon entering the elevator, Gil pressed a button. (Y/n) saw a familiar figure running down the hall.
"WAIT! WAIT!" A familiar voice yelled while running to the elevator. The elevator door was about to close, but (Y/n) quickly pressed a button to make it stay open.
The boy who was running and yelling finally arrived at the elevator, panting. A man - and two other little kids were trailing right behind him. The taller kid was holding the shortest kid's hand, the taller one had light blond hair and hypnotizing royal blue eyes. He looked no older than seven. The other, the youngest one - who looked no older than four, had very light blond hair - close to white. Ash blond, if you must. He had beautiful purple eyes. Both of the kids were dressed in matching clothing; white long sleeved shirts, brown pants and blue converse high cuts.
They all piled in quietly. The tall man in the fancy suit scolded Matthias.
"Matthi's, what did I say about shout'ng?" The tall man in the suit said in his thick accent.
"I'm sorry, Ber." Matthias apologized, looking down at his feet.
"Don't do th't next t'me, 'kay?"
"I won't..." Matthias replied. Gil took notice of the man.
"Oh, hey Ber!" Gil greeted as he shook hands with Berwald.
(Y/n) finally took notice of the boy's features, he was the boy from earlier, but he didn't seem to see her, (Y/n) being behind her father and all. Gil and Ber started to talk about something, but (Y/n) was too busy looking sympathetically at Matthias.
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Everyone in the elevator finally arrived at the dining area. You all parted ways. (Y/n) and Gil sat down at a table and got menus. Throughout dinner, (Y/n) had this very warm yet sickening feeling that she was being watched.
Glancing at the wash area, (Y/n) sees Matthias, going over there to wash his hands. Turning her attention to her father, she excused herself. "I'll be back, dad. Just going to wash my hands." Gil nodded and continued to go through his emails on his phone.
(Y/n) approached the sink and washed her hands. (Y/n) saw Matthias finish up.
"Hey," (Y/n) poked Matthias on the shoulder. Matthias looked at (Y/n) and smiled.
"I knew we would see each other again!" Matthias chuckled.
"Pshhhh."
"So, what brings you here?"
"To wash my hands, duh!" (Y/n) replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Matthias chuckled again.
"I'll see ya later~!" Matthias chirped as he walked back to their table. Boy, this was going to be an interesting week!
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A/N: Hei this is Naddyline, and yeah, I know this is on Quotev, I just decided to put it here. And yes, I am the original author.