It was like a late christmas surprise standing in front of my door with dripping wet golden locks, soaked clothes and a wide grin sprawled all over his cheeks. I just didn't know if I should be happy about it or not.
"Howdie, England."
"What are you doing here?"
Water dripped rhythmically down from one of his front strands.
"Well, my country is… dripping wet."
I cocked an eyebrow.
"Don't think perversely, England.", he stuffed his hands into his pockets, "I thought you could maybe grant me asylum, while my house is underwater."
Drip, drip, drip…
"Well, come on in for god's sake."
"Mh… tastes nostalgic."
"I always thought my food was bad?"
"I said it tastes nostalgic, not good.", he gave me a cocky grin.
We were sitting on the sofa, when the lights went out. Huddled around a candle he looked at me.
"Could we maybe make some coffee? Or… tea?"
"How are we able to make tea or coffee, if the electricity broke down?"
"Uh, yeah."
"Do you want to play a card game?"
"A card game?"
"Yeah?"
"We are sitting around one candle."
"And…? I'm a fair player."
"Yehehees, of course."
"I am!"
No, he isn't. He had always been desperate to win. When I brought scones, while we were playing, he changed the position of the figures or cards. And when I smiled and asked him if he changed something, he always lied blushing.
"What are you doing in my bed?"
"Uhm… lying around?"
"But I prepared the guest room for you?"
"Yeah, but it's dark."
"It's dark in here too! And if you close your eyes it's dark anyways…"
That was what I always told him, when he was small. He wiggled around in bed, until he was hidden nose deep in the duvet.
"…you don't have to be scared…", I tenderly stroked a strand of hair out of his face.
"I am. Not. Scared."
I laughed, "What are you? A child?"
"Oh, come on, England. We can have brotherly talks and stuff…"
"What the bloody hell are 'brotherly talks'?"
"I'm just here so you aren't that lonely."
"Ah, yeah, of course…"
When Norway opened his door a certain silver-blonde haired guy stood on his door step.
"Hi… - brother. Do you have something against letting me in for a while, since my country is underwater?"
A/N: Hellow, I am ill, yay. Still ill. I heard on the news that certain states are underwater now that "Low Frank" parties in the area of the Atlantic Ocean (a week ago or so America's East Coast and now Iceland, Ireland and Great Britain).
I am sorry by the way for not making it till Christmas with my letter story. I am kind of blocked at the moment regarding that and I want to give you something proper to read and not some sh**.
Thank you for your understanding and thank you for support with all reviews and favorites and so on.