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The meeting was finally over.

Denmark groaned happily stretching his sore muscles. Then he gathered quickly all his belongings and packed them neatly into his suitcase. Which was next slung over his shoulder.

'Hey Denmark, we're going drinking to relax after this torture! You gonna come with us?' cried Prussia. He came to the meetings as a vital part of Germany and nobody asked any questions, he was tender on the matter and Ludwig was really protective over his boisterous brother, despite claiming his irritation on every possible occasion.

Denmark was tempted, very much so, but he caught a glimpse of Norway leaving already and he shook his head.

'Nah, sorry man, next time! Gotta do something!' he said and Prussia grinned knowingly.

'Good luck then, sucker!' he said and Denmark waved his hand goodbye already running to catch up to Norway.

He found him on the way to the parking lot. The smaller nation was walking calmly towards the rented cars that were to take the participants of the meeting to the airport. Yes, Germany was a very good planner.

'Hey Norway!' Denmark shouted catching up to him. Norway stiffened but said nothing. 'How you doing?' the Dane went on totally used to being treated like vapour. He knew he'd have to do a lot to get an answer out of his friend.

What he didn't know was that today Norway was feeling twice as annoyed as he was usually because Iceland, his little, rebellious brother, decided to ditch the Scandinavian family for Asians. Okay, so maybe he didn't out and say he wants out of here but after the meeting he decided to go for a walk with Hong Kong. Logically it was only natural that the two nations would hit it off because they were nearly only ones in their age category, with similar situations in their life, similar families and so on.

Whatever, Norway was a big brother and an extremely protective and stubborn one at that. And possessive as all hell.

That's why this time instead of listening to Denmark's continuous blabbering in silent amusement he suddenly stopped and threw the Dane a glare.

'Denmark, stop.'

The taller nation cut himself off mid-word and trained his worried gaze at his companion. 'Is something wrong?' he asked.

'Wrong? Nooo.' Norway said sarcastically. 'Nothing's wrong. Except that I'm trying to keep my head from exploding having to listen to your chatter without a break after enduring this goddamn meeting, not to mention Iceland leaving on his own with that Asian clown! So no, you annoying moron, I don't want to spend time with you, I don't even want to see you right now. What I want is to go home and have some peace already!'

That said the smaller nation stalked off towards the cars leaving Denmark standing on the pavement, shell-shocked.

Okay so the meetings were hell. Everybody was drained afterwards, there's no option of peace during those summits. But bearing that in mind, afterwards people usually tried to forget all about politics and personal and not animosities and acted like Christmas came early. No more quarrels, no more fighting, everyone tried to be as pleasant as possible and the day ended good. Even France and England acted civilly around each other and that was something.

So Norway's outburst was something uncalled for and Denmark felt rather hurt. Because while he understood that the other nation was tired and frustrated – so was he and everybody else and it didn't give Norway any rights to act like he had.

He called him annoying! Denmark snorted. He was trying to be nice to one of the closest people in his life. True that he could be overly affectionate sometimes but this time, this time he was sure he'd done nothing wrong. It was Norway who overreacted. Besides, he was capable of silence, he could've stopped talking, or turned his volume lower or whatever if Norway had just told him what he wanted. But no, instead the icy man just let him talk until he couldn't take anymore and exploded. It wasn't Denmark who acted like an idiot here.

Not to mention Norway's sick possessiveness over Iceland. The kid has been their, yes, Norway and Denmark's, responsibility for a long time, all true. But now he's had his independence, from Denmark, for a couple of decades and he was doing very well. So why did Norway still have to flip when the youth did something without consulting him first? It was Iceland's life and his choices to make! Besides this friendship or whatever between the littlest Scandinavian and Hong Kong was easy to predict and Denmark had gone and made a thorough background check on the Asian long time ago. So he was protective too, so sue him. At least he wasn't so overbearing as Norway!

Yes, Denmark thought to himself turning on his heel and stalking off towards the bar he'd heard Prussia mention. He's overbearing. And rude. And inconsiderate and self-centred. I tried. I tried really hard and really long to get him to open up. To accept me as something more. But I guess he only sees me as the annoying moron. Very well, I've had it. He doesn't want me so I'm not going to force him. He's not the only smart, courageous, brave, strong and attractive nation in the world, after all.

Deep down he knew that after being in love – yes, in love – with Norway for as long as he's been (and that's around a three digit number in years) turning his eyes and heart on somebody else was not going to be easy, maybe even impossible, but he couldn't keep doing this to himself. He couldn't keep trying to win Norway because he feared it could never work and he wasn't about to end up alone, devoted to a man that won't even look at him.

Yes, Denmark decided now nearing the bar, hearing the cheery voices from inside, he was through with staying devoted to Norway. Now if an opportunity presented itself he would not say no.

Denmark pushed the door to the bar open and was met with a wall of sounds, smells and warmth that slammed into him suddenly. He inhaled deeply, grinned and stepped inside following the sound of Gilbert's loud voice.

Time for fun to begin.

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