"It's ok Denmark. I still care you."

"Years, and years have gone by since Norway had said that." thought Denmark has he lied in bed. It was the hot time of the year. So by the time Denmark woke up, the sun was already up and hot, making him sweat under the covers. Luckily, Denmark never slept with a shirt on, so it never bothered him. As Denmark sat up to the side of the bed he rubbed his eyes "I wish I never promised my boss I would come out and do this trip for him." As he said that a knock came on his bedroom door and a young sounding lady called from the other side of the door "Mr. Kohler, are you awake yet?" Denmark called to the door "Yes, I'm awake, please come in." It wasn't the "Hello Marky, you sleep well last night?" with a kiss on the cheek like Denmark was used to. It doesn't matter to Denmark if anyone does that in Switzerland. He'd only accept the kiss from his Norway anyway.

As the young maid walked in with some breakfast, Denmark was buttoning up his shirt. The young lady asked "You sleep well last night?" Denmark nodded; it couldn't have been a better lie. Norway's face and body danced around in his head. Norway was tough skinned, though he looked ever so delicate. His soft pale blonde hair with the glossy gold barrette allured Denmark ever so easily. The lady interrupted Denmark's slight daydreaming saying "You have a meeting at 3:45." Denmark nodded as he put the rest of his clothes on not looking at the lady. Norway's soft innocent seeming eyes began to tease his head. As the lady left Denmark face planted back onto to bed.

Norway was teasing him without even being here. "Norway is a beautiful country" Denmark thought allowed as he growled trying to get the Norwegian out of his head. What bothered Denmark more about Norway was the fact that he was having dreams about him when they were five with his young, cute face. He remembered himself crying in the woods as him and Norway held hands watching their parents ride away from the woods, leaving them there. He remembered how much he had cried. He was five after all; most five year olds dread the thought of being away from their parents. Norway's reaction was rather, interesting. He didn't shed a tear; he didn't even try to run after them. He just held Denmark's hand.

When Denmark collapsed to his knees crying, Norway would rub his head. Norway wasn't fazed by his parents leaving? Did Norway feel that his emotions were less of a concern then Denmark's? It was unsure. All Denmark knew was Norway was there for him.

A flaw Norway always had was being fearful of people with less money he grew up with. Denmark and Norway moved along the trail of the forest a lot, but never leave the forest. When Norway saw people walking along it that were poorly dressed or seemed ill, he grew almost shaky. Denmark would sigh and take his hand not understanding what was wrong with a poorly dressed or ill person.

Norway would make sure Denmark was warm by wrapping them both in his prince-like cape. Norway was warm. Always warm, and being close like this, only made Denmark warm. Norway never snored, never mumbled, and never whistled in his sleep. He was so blissful to sleep with, or even have around. It was like Norway was perfect, even before Denmark could understand what the quality of Perfection meant.