A/N: This is a NorIce fic, despite the beginning OwO… My first fanfic so, please help me get better at writing! By that I don't mean flames, though… Anyways, Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or anything else mentioned…

"And then I did this and that and this and-"

"Shut up."

"Aww! Why is Norge unhappy today?"

Norway slammed his head down on the bar table. Denmark and his idiotic grin had given him the 'privilege' of accompanying him to the pub. Now, Norway felt like he was already getting a hangover. And he had only drunk two red beers.

Denmark laughed. "Okie~, I gotta leave now Norge, don't kill anyone okay?"

Norway was too happy to agree as he practically pushed the Dane out.

Now alone, Norway sat back down at the countertop. He ordered an akevitt and downed the whole thing. After a while, the Norwegian started to get kind of tipsy...

"OY! YOU! DO YOU OWN A PORCU-hic-PINE?"

"NO! AND WHY SHOULD I?"

"CUZ PORCU-hic-PINES ARE -hic- AWESOME!"

Nearing 3 o'clock in the morning, a exasperated Iceland alternated between apologizing for the eight axes in the far wall of the pub and dragging a unconscious Norwegian out.

"SHIT IT'S HELLUVA BRIGHT!" Norway yelled as he opened his eyes.

"And it was 'helluva' quiet until you woke up," said a monotonous voice.

Norway got up. He saw Iceland sitting down reading some kind of book.

"Oh," His emotionless facade suddenly slipped over him again.

Iceland sighed, "If you get a hangover later today, don't blame me."

"No, I'll blame that Danish idiot."

Iceland smiled slightly. 'Hmm… Okay, I'll be back if you need me, just call Denmark's house. I'll be there."

With that, he turned around and walked out of Norway's house. Only to come back in five seconds later.

"Forgot my book," he said quietly, and Norway handed it to him from the table.

When Iceland actually left, Norway got up to go to his kitchen- and promptly slipped on a throw rug, causing him to fly across the floor and crash on the countertop of his kitchen. He let out a string of curse words colorful enough to rival Romano, and got up to make himself coffee.

A/N (again =.='): First (and very short) chapter! Oh, and the book Iceland is reading, do you know it? It takes place in Norfolk, USA, and has a orange, black, and white cover~ One of the BEST books I have ever read! Has lots of swearing, so be warned~ R&R please!