My leather boots hit the hardwood floor as I stomp up the stairs. "Finland!"

A little blond man stumbles out of the bedroom and throws me a big sincere smile. "Oh, hello Norja, I haven't seen you in a while. What's wrong?"

I glare at him, but he doesn't notice. "Your husband, that's the problem."

"Oh dear! Please don't be mad at Ruotsi. I don't know what he's done, but he hasn't been himself lately, don't blame him."

I let out a small bitter laugh. "I'm sure! Yes Finland, I just won't be mad at him for taking me away from Danmark. Thank you, that's very helpful." I can feel the sarcasm rippling through my voice and it really shocks me. I didn't know I could be this bitter, but I suppose I have a good reason.

Finland's dewy brown eyes turn into a painting of concern and horror. "What did he do?"

I pull the crumpled note from my back pocket and thrust it in front his face. He takes it from me and gently smoothed it out, until the wrinkles are just little bumps on the page and the stains from Danmark's and my tears are obvious little dots that spill onto the neatly written words.

He stands there with his cheery feet bouncing about unconsciously and his fingers dancing along the paper. His goofy demeanor gives me nothing, but the sting of envy. Why can't I always be that happy?

The thought depresses me and I fall against the wall, letting my surroundings seep into me. This place really is nice with it's high ceiling and sturdy oak doors, I wish I didn't hate it so much right now.

The soft melodic sound of Finland's voice drags me out of my musings, like a sled on a rope. "Norja, this isn't Ruotsi's fault, you know that."

God! Why can't he understand? And why does he always have to be so damned optimistic? And right? Is it really that hard?

I let out a shuddering sigh. "But… he's happy about it."

The bouncy little man gives me a quizzical look. "What? No, why would he be happy about this? He knows how much you love Tanska."

I gasp with exasperation. "Finland, the second I walked in the door he started smiling and said he was glad I was here. Didn't offer me sympathy or anything! He just smiled."

"That's so awful Norja, I'm so sorry. Like I said he hasn't been himself lately."

I feel bad, really, this isn't Finlands fault and he's done nothing to deserve my anger. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" His light, peppy voice has a confused twist in it, like a five year old who's asking why the sky is blue.

"Because. I shouldn't have yelled at you, Fin, you haven't done anything," I feel my eyes get sad and heavy, then wet little tears start staining my cheeks, "I just miss him so much, you know?"

I let my head droop so that the tears fall to the floor, then the floor is replaced by Finland soft shoulders and his hands wrap around my back: "You can cry as long and as much as you want to, I'll always be here."

I'm so awful. In the short time I've known this man I've been nothing but cruel to him, and now, here he is, showing me more kindness than I could ever hope for him to give me.

Yeah, I'm awful and Danmark is gone and Sverige is happy. All I can do is cry.

AN: Hej! so only one person really asked for a sequel, but a bunch of my friends wanted one, so hear's the first chapter. And yes, this is from Norway's point of view. I love you Denmark, but sometimes I need to wright from a different prospective.

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