Chapter 1 – Message received

It was just ten minutes past midnight when Norway's cell phone vibrated, signalling an incoming message.

Sighing, the blond man put his tablet aside and pulled down his reading glasses to rub his tired eyes before putting the glasses back on to check the message he'd just received via WhatsApp. It was from Denmark – or better to say "The King of Northern Europe". Faen! Den had been messing with his cell phone... again. He'd need to ask Ice to change the stupid username back the next time he saw him.

The message he'd received from the self-proclaimed "King of Northern Europe" read: 'Come down to the bar!'

Frowning his forehead Norway waited for another message – Denmark tended to be a chatty person even when texting. And sure enough the short message was followed by a picture. Norway needed a moment to figure out what was going on in the picture and why it looked out of place, before he realized that it depicted Denmark and Spain – both passed out on a table at the hotel bar surrounded by empty beer bottles and wine glasses.

Well, it hadn't taken too long for Den to pass out tonight. He must have drunk a hell lot of beer on an empty stomach if he passed out just three hours after Norway had left him down at the hotel bar. By the way – with whom beside Spain did he leave the Dane?

Norway looked at the photo trying to remember. There had been Romano, who had sat with them at the table beside Denmark, looking annoyed as always and seemingly using his friend as a shield between him and the Spaniard. But no, Romano couldn't have sent the message. He left even before Norway himself did, telling everyone he had a headache and was tired. He had seemed even more irritated than usual, so even Spain had refrained from begging him to stay a little while longer. Romano probably had been even telling the truth regarding the headache and tiredness, for he was attending the meeting on behalf of his ill bedridden brother, who had come down with the flu and had stayed at home in Venice.

Norway couldn't help but to let a little snort escape. Iceland was really doing a pretty good job in keeping him posted on the other countries – though even without his lillebror's intelligence service he'd found out about Italy's illness for Romano had shouted out the information at the morning meeting after being pestered too much by the other countries about his surprising presence at a world meeting and the even more surprising absence of cheerful Italy.

Putting those thoughts aside Norway told himself to concentrate on the task of remembering again. So, who besides Romano had joined them at their table? And why had Romano and Spain even joined Denmark and him? Oh yeah, Prussia. Denmark had been hanging out with him a lot lately. Wasn't Romano also part of their newfound trio? Norway sighed. He needed to ask Iceland about it, he sure must know something.

So, Prussia. He must have taken Denmark's cell phone and sent the message, probably because he still wasn't allowed a smart phone with internet by Germany. Plus Norway doubted that Prussia even had his private number.

Looking at the message and the picture again Norway tried to figure out his next move. It was evident that he should get down to get Denmark and put him into bed – though he doubted that he could carry the tall, heavy Dane all the way up to their room by himself.

Norway thought about it a little bit longer. Having a passed out Denmark in his room would be rather noisy – Den snored like a saw mill, even worse when he was passed out after having drunk too much. And there he had been enjoying the silence. Besides he had just been reading a very gripping passage of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire".

Switching his cell phone of – so as not to be disturbed by it again – Norway put it aside on the bed table and took his tablet, unlocking its display.

He was sure Prussia would find a way to get Denmark up to his room.

A/N:

First - some formal notes:

This is my first attempt on an English fanfiction. I hope, I haven't put to much mistakes into my text (I usually write in German - but even there my comma placement sucks pretty much.) - and if you find some please tell me, so that I can correct them.

Also the updates on this story might come irregular - depending on my motivation and the workload I've gotta do for University. But I'll try to post a chapter per week.

And I rated the story T, because we all know Romanos's foul mouth...

Second - some story notes:

So, after obsessing over Hetalia Fanfictions - mostly Spamano, DenNor and recently Engmano - I kind of realised that two of my all time favourite characters - Norway and Romano - have a hell of a lot in common and could therefore make awesome friends. In most of my other (not yet published) Hetalia Fanfictions Romano and Norway always end up being friends, so I had the idea of writing this story - but using their country names.

Third - translations:

faen (Norwegian) - dammit

lillebror (Norwegian) - little brother

And last, but not least (before I completely forget about it...):

Disclaimer - I don't own Hetalia.

Sooo... and with all this said (and I promise to keep future author notes to a minimum) - see you in the next chapter... hopefully.

_Katie