Okay, second fic posted here... There's really nothing to say other than this is a sad fic, and I don't own Hetalia: Axis Powers and I don't own the characters. So I hope you somehow enjoy this~~

"You are such an idiot!"

"That's really the only thing you can call me?"

"Well I could call you a fucking moron!"

"Then why don't ya?"

"We aren't going to argue about this, Danmark!"

"Oh right!"

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, glaring at the road stretched out in front of me. Norway huffed and turned toward the window of his side of the vehicle, staring out at the dark forest that fenced in the streets.

"Fucking idiot…" I heard Norway mutter under his breath, partially fogging up the window before it condensed back into nothingness, barely a droplet on the window left behind.

I clenched my teeth and attempted to ignore the coldness of Norway, no matter how much I actually wanted to really fight him. If he could beat me all the time I could do the same, right? Wait… a tiny tremble lightly shook through my body. How could I even think of that? I frowned angrily to myself, though the irritated glint in Norway's eyes told me that Norway thought it was directed at him instead of me.

The tension cooled slightly, but we both refused to speak to each other. It was entirely dark except for the light reflecting off the road and the lights coming from the radio, barely lighting up Norway's features with an aqua blue light.

"Mathias slow down." Norway suddenly demanded. He only used my human name if we were around other humans or if he were pissed off at me. Like, really pissed. Like when he was going to choke me or hit me or something.

I shook my head and checked the speed, finding it was right at the speed limit. Nevertheless I lifted my foot off the gas slightly, hoping that would at least keep Norway from getting angrier. We drove for a few more minutes in the bitter silence, almost as bitter as the wind outside the car.

"Mathias," Norway said, more sternly, "slow the fuck down."

I checked the speedometer again, and it was lower than the speed limit by about ten. "Norway I've already slowed down," I tried saying quietly, but it came out as an angry mumble. I bit my cheek when I saw Norway's even more pissed off glare.

"That's it, pull over. I'll call a cab." Norway huffed, crossing his arms and sitting up straighter.

"Wait what?" My voice was loud and dripped in alarm, "No way! It's dangerous out there at night! What f'some serial killer or somethin' picked you u-"

"Frankly, Mathias, I'm more scared of being in the same vehicle as you rather than a stranger."

My eyes widened and I couldn't help the shaking in my limbs, along with my blood chilling to ice. It was confusing… did that mean I was just a cuddly teddy bear and he was okay with riding with a stranger, or did that mean he was actually scared of me? Goddammit, Norway always confused me.

I cleared my throat, "Just calm down, alright? It's just a few more miles before we reach Bergen, and then we'll stop at a motel or somethin', and you can call a cab, okay? I just don't like the idea of you being outside for who-knows-how-long before a car shows up and pulls over." I tried to give a smile but it came out weird, and I was thankful for the darkness that covered everything like a blanket.

Norway's aura and expression did not change though, "Mathias, pull the fuck over." His voice dripped in warning. "Mathias just listen to me. If you still have those abandonment issues then it's your problem. I don't even know why I decided to ride with you; Sverige even offered to take me."

His words were like a knife, but instead of wounding me to the point that my reactions were slow, it only heated up my blood, thawing it and putting it to a boil, but I still felt cold, as if I were at Finland's house.

"You know what, you ungrateful slut?" The words fell out of my mouth before I could catch them, and the fury that clung to them scared me. "I let you live at my house for decades and decades! And seriously you're pulling this on me? I wasn't the one who left when the money ran out! And I fucking raised Island when you left us! Do you realize how much he wanted to see you, Lukas? He cried when I told him you couldn't come over for whatever reason it was! And fuck, who the hell is always beating who? Tell me, Norway! I want to hear you, the most violent person I know, say you're scared of Kongeriget Danmark!"

Norway's eyes were wide in surprise, his mouth slightly gaping. He looked scared and surprised, backed up so his shoulder was pressing against the window, along with the back of his head. Our eyes were locked onto each other's, and only when our lock break did I see he was barely shaking. It was amazing that I even noticed it, but before I could act on it we both were flung forward, our seatbelts ripping us back into our seats. I shouted and looked out the windshield, only to see the small figures of buildings, barely poking out over the treetops, in front of us, or at least before the car tilted down, and all we saw were some rocks, lightened up by the headlights.

The thunderous crash was what I heard when everything went black and all feeling vanished in my body. But, besides that, the last thing I heard before my consciousness fully left me was a screaming coming from beside me, echoing through my mind even when the crashing became inaudible.