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Author's note:
Wow, I'm actually starting on that list of ideas I typed down. Let me see this is number twenty-one. Great one to start off on, hm?

I had to write somethingbecause my (idiot) best friend called me to tell me that he ate half a tube of toothpaste. I told him to call Poison Control like he said it said was on the tube, but he won't listen. I even sent him the number for it, but he still wouldn't call. My mom's a nurse and said that he ought to be fine. I will not be happy if he dies because of this. This the type of moment that it's most appropriate to sarcastically call him "genius."

But anyway, I'm in the mood to write some DenNor, so, this was created. Does anyone have a better title? I'm not really crazy about this one. I'm also paranoid that they're out of character, though that's nothing new.

Translations (in order of appearance):
(Danish)
Norge: Norway
Sverige: Sweden

Norway had been ready for the past two days. Why was he sitting at the kitchen counter, idly reading his book? The answer to that question was that Denmark, deciding to be a procrastinator, decided that it would be fine to wait until the last day to get ready and he couldn't figure out what to pack.

Norway heard crashes every few minutes; yells were also another sound coming from the Dane.

"How much booze should I take, Norge?" "How long are we going to be there again?" "Do you think Sverige and Finland will mind if I bring my ax collection?" "Norge!I ran out of room in my suitcase! Can I use yours to put some booze in?"

Norway ignored the Dane's questions and continued to try to read his novel, but it wasn't working. The book was just becoming too boring for the Norwegian nation.

They were originally set to leave at ten so that the two could get to Stockholm before five. They didn't want to find the way in the dark.

Norway didn't really trust Denmark driving at night and the Dane didn't want Norway driving, insisting that he was the "man" in their relationship, despite that they were both men.

Denmark was ready to leave at five.

"We should have been there already." Norway said emotionlessly as Denmark appeared in the kitchen with his bags. The Norwegian didn't even bother to look up at the Dane.

"Sorry, Norge, but I had to get my stuff packed."

"Why couldn't you have gotten that done days ago?"

Denmark shrugged and ignored his boyfriend's question, "Oh! And I hope you don't mind, but, I took some of your stuff out of your suitcase to put a case of beer in."

"I think I'll just call Finland to tell him that we're going to leave tomorrow instead." The smaller-bodied nation stated as he stood up from the stool he had just been sitting on and made his way over to the landline phone.

"No! We can leave now, Norge; we'll just get there around midnight or something."

"Sealand has to go to school in the morning. I don't think that Sweden and Finland will appreciate if we show up at their house in the middle of the night." Norway protested, placing his hands on his dainty hips.

"Okay, I'm going to take the bags out to the car."

Norway placed his right palm to his forehead.

Denmark never listened.

Author's note:
This is just the prologue, so nothing has really happened yet.