Really, he could forget about the whole thing. The coffee was just so warm and bitter enough, the perfect pot. The house was the right temperature for once. Hell, there was even a reason to try to make breakfast. He was hungry. Not him.
But Norway was Norway. A little selfish and cold at times, but he liked things for himself, like other people. Or should he say nations? Nations, maybe. Though, he did surprise himself to let the Dane scratch at the door longer than any other time. It wasn't that cold outside, of course. Maybe -2 C? Nothing compared to times without technology they had now. But he wasn't heartless or deaf. The scratching and whining at the door was becoming unbearable…
Svein took a long sip of his coffee before walking over to the door and opening it, stepping aside before the tall blonde could envelope him in a snow dusted hug. While he blabbered on in his language, the Norwegian closed the door behind him.
"—and I told Sve you wouldn't let me die out there!"
He made a non-committal sound and rolled his eyes, walking back to the kitchen.
"Norge, I'm hungry!"
Silence. The Dane came in anyway, rambling on about this and that, and if Svein could spare to take some cooking lessons from Hungary because her cooking was actually good and if he could actually answer the door within the first twenty minutes he arrived and oh so much more nonsense. He laid his head upon the counter. He prayed to Thor and every other Norse god he could remember to please just make the man shut up.
He closed his eyes and must have blacked out for a minute, because the Dane was actually not speaking. He wondered if he had died. Svein looked up at Denmark, only to see him gorging himself with the chocolate the Norwegian had saved from St. Valentine's. He glared. His chocolate.
"Denmark," he hissed through clenched teeth. "What th' fuck do you think yer doing?"
The Dane looked up, a sheepish look taking over his face that was still smeared with chocolate.
"Nothin', Norge," he swallowed. "Just eating."
"If you swallow one more of what yer eating, I'll send my troll after you."
He stood up to his full height, challenging the Dane to put his hands on anymore of his candy. Denmark's eyes visibly went wider, if possible, and he gulped.
"Put down the box, Danmark."
He hesitantly put the red box down. Norway watched as he quickly took one last piece, and then made a run for it.
Svein sighed. "Go ahead." He nodded to his troll.
There was a scream from the living room that sounded less than manly, as the Danish blonde claimed to be.