"Can you believe it, Norge?!" Denmark pumped his fists up to the sky. "We're high school graduates!"
"Yeah, yeah. What about college?" Norway rolled his eyes.
"We can worry about college tomorrow. Tonight, we party!" Denmark, a bit harshly, nudged Norway in the shoulder.
Surely enough, the two had just graduated. Everyone was still buzzing with excitement, proud and relieved to finally be finished with high school.
"Come on! I'm your ride to my house. You don't want to get left behind, do you?" Denmark began running to his car, nearly tripping over his shoelaces.
"Please, be careful," Norway sighed. He didn't know quite why he agreed to attend a party, especially when it was being held at Denmark's.
Denmark rushed over to his car, opening the doors for both Norway and himself. They both took a seat, while Denmark started the car.
"Ya know, you should really get your own ride soon."
"I'm aware of my own problems, thank you."
"Oh! That's great then! I really hope no one gets lost on the way to my house," Denmark chuckled.
"If you can find it, I'm pretty sure everyone else can, as well."
"Whew! That's a relief."
Instead of focusing on the conversation, Norway decided to peer out the window. The road ahead was quite flat and smooth, while the trees that lined it were short and stubby. Nevertheless, the scenery was still decently breathtaking.
"Oh! We're almost there!" Denmark began pulling into a familiar neighborhood. The houses that lined it were moderately spaced apart and appeared to be adequately priced. Finally, he pulled into the driveway in front of his abode.
It appeared that some people had arrived earlier than them. Prussia could be seen leaning on his car, on his phone to kill time. Another car was sloppily parked near the sidewalk.
"Alright! People are here already!" Denmark unlocked the car doors, practically running outside. "Prussia!"
Unlike Denmark, Norway exited the vehicle in a more discreet manner, not interested in conversing with his former classmates. In fact, he barely knew some of them.
"Come on, all of you! I'll unlock the front door."
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Half an hour later, Denmark's home was filled with fellow graduates and avid partygoers. Happy with the attendance rate, Denmark decided to set out some of his alcohol, turning some music up. Afterwards, he connected a microphone to his speakers, tapping it to see if it worked.
"How are you guys feeling?" Denmark asked. The partygoers shouted a "good!" In response. "That's awesome, because this thing is about to get even better!"
Denmark momentarily placed his microphone down, taking a shaken-up bottle of champagne in his hands. He pulled out the cork, and the liquid splashed into the crowd.
"We have more where that came from!" Denmark pointed to the kitchen counter behind him, where he had placed glasses and multiple bottles of alcohol. The crowd let out a little cheer, and the party continued on.
After taking a glass for himself, he noticed that someone was missing.
Ah! How could I forget? Where did Norge go? Denmark thought to himself, He couldn't have gone very far...
He searched the outskirts of the first floor, eventually finding Norway in a secluded corner. He was sitting down, hands over his ears. While he was nearly expressionless, Denmark could still tell that Norway was not having a good time.
Worried for his friend, he asked, "Hey, are you alright?"
"Do I look alright to you?"
"No. I don't think so."
"Exactly. It's way too loud, and I don't enjoy parties in the first place. In fact, I don't even know why I'm here."
Denmark frowned, feeling sorry for Norway. Suddenly, he got an idea. "Hey, since you're my best friend, I'll give you special treatment." Denmark extended a hand towards Norway. "Follow me."
Norway was hesitant at first, but finally took the Dane's hand. For the first time in his life, Denmark discreetly made his way upstairs, taking Norway with him.
Denmark quietly opened the door to his bedroom, gesturing for Norway to go in before he did. While being blissfully irksome, Denmark was surprisingly polite — to some.
Humming along to a tune playing downstairs, Denmark opened his drawer, taking out two shot glasses. As he did, a small wrapper fell out, which he examined before putting away in his pocket.
Afterwards, he reached under his bed, taking out a bottle of vodka.
"Ah, here it is. Russia got me this a couple years back. Nice guy, really."
It would be an understatement to say that Norway was intimidated by the bottle.
"I'll show you my favorite part of this room. Hold this for a second, will ya?" Denmark passed the giant bottle of alcohol to Norway, who was surprised by how heavy it was.
Taking the two small glasses from his night-stand, Denmark made his way to his room's window.
Panicked, Norway began to speak, "Wait a second. What do you think you're doing?"
"You'll see. Trust me, it's amazing!"
Norway begged to differ.
Denmark undid the latches on the window, which made a small clicking noise. Next, he raised the window up, making sure there was enough room for a person to go through. Afterwards, he crawled outside. With a small thump, he landed on the roof of the backyard porch.
"Pass me the bottle," Denmark ordered.
A bit reluctant, Norway gave the bottle to Denmark through the open window. Taking it, Denmark set his materials down.
"Okay, now come outside!"
"This is nonsense."
"Come on, it's fun!" Denmark laughed, extending a hand up to Norway. "We'll have our own party up here."
Norway sighed before gently taking Denmark's hand, lowering himself to the roof. It was surprisingly flat and convenient.
Denmark took a seat, tapping the spot next to him. "Sit down."
Norway muttered to himself, "This is a terrible idea." Nevertheless, he sat down next to his energetic friend.
Denmark took the bottle of vodka, undoing the cap. He poured a small amount of liquid in each of the glasses, being careful not to spill anything.
"So, do you drink often?" He took a glass and passed it to Norway.
"I..." Norway hesitated, "No, I don't drink."
"Oh. You don't have to drink it if you don't want to."
"No, I'll try it. I've always wondered why people go so crazy over alcohol." Norway took a small sip. "Wow, it tastes like garbage."
"I know, right?" Denmark agreed. He then proceeded to drink a whole shot in one gulp. "You get used to it after a while."
Seeing that Denmark had the ability to take one shot, straight, Norway became slightly afraid of the spikey-haired individual. He took a few more sips, already feeling his cheeks heating up.
To distract himself, he decided to gaze at the scenery before him. The moon was full, with stars scattered across the night sky. Trees lined the horizon, as if they were trying to reach for the heavens.
For the first time in a while, Norway smiled.
"Peaceful, isn't it? The view's my favorite part." Denmark chuckled, relieved to see that his friend was feeling better.
"I suppose."
