Chapter 2: Hot and Cold
They walked to the parking lot, barely made it to the car. There were many people passing by, some blocking their ways, some made a long queue, some made them have to wait so long to pass the road. Spain approached his car and noticed the low grumble the Norwegian made. He chuckled while unlocking the said car.
"Don't be so angry, Nor. It's the busiest time of the year after all!"
Norway shifted his eyes, but had another question in his mind.
"Do you want to put the luggage in the back or-?"
"I'll hold it myself thank you,"
He saw the door to the car was being opened by the Spaniard. Once again the Spaniard chuckled and said, "Aren't you getting in?"
Norway shrugged , barely noticable then got into the car, luggage being held quite firmly.
He regretted that.
Inside of the car was so hot and stale. Sweat quickly running onto his forehead, his breath barely felt because of the stilled air. He noticed the Spaniard was still outside talking to his phone. Faen, he thought he would get out from that damned busiest airport in the world!
"Si, he's with me now! Si! Save and sound!" Outside, Spain busily reporting to his boyfriend. "He'll love my country soon enough. Of course I can do it, are you underestimating me, amor?"
Norway quitely listened to the conversation. He already managed to open the car window –manually-, trying to keep patient while hand holding his hat, fluttering and trying to made some air. Like anyone else, he could have just shout at the Spaniard to get quick and start the car immediately. But that's very uncharacteristic of him. He had noticed his mistakes of getting carried away, twice, since he arrived here. Must've been because of the heat.
"You take care too. Yep. No, I am not jealous! Okay yeah, love you too!"
If Spain had not getting into the car after that, Norway probably had successfully chanted the spell to cool the air.
"I hope I didn't made you wait!" Spain made himself comfy on the chair. "Dios, I forgot to start the car! I am sorry for making you wait in the—Noruega are you okay?" he looked at his new friend in panic. Norway looked like he had been suffocated. No wonder, the car must've been so hot and stilled, and his fault not to turn on the car to make the air conditioner working.
"Just get the car run,"
"Alright, capitán!" Spain made the car running, exitting the parking field.
Even the Spaniard's focuse was on the road, he glanced to the norwegian from the corner of his eyes. He felt the amusement that the other didn't angry or yell, except the dark aura around him that shown he significally pissed. Was the 'cold' remark he brought earlier on the airport not an oblivious statement? Surely, Spain had known people who had calm and cold facade. Hell, even his dear England known for his facade. But Inglaterra never put up such in front of him. Probably because he didn't have something to hide from him. What about Norway? He wanted to see the real him behind the supressed emotions.
Spain smirked noticeably. Somehow his tour with Norway turned slightly challenging.
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Entering the City of Madrid, they quickly being greeted by traffic jam.
Norway sat quietly, looking to the crowded city outside. He squinted his eyes. Why the sun here shone so brightly? Luckily, he had his hat. And luckily, he's still inside the car. The air inside of the car so comforting thanks to his cooling spell. The stupid Spaniard wouldn't have noticed that the a.c sucked so bad.
"Welcome to Madrid!"
The Spaniard said, after being quiet the whole time. Norway couldn't figure whether he said as a welcoming greeting or as a sarcastic remark. He's clearly not amused of the traffic jam.
As long as they were travelling with the car, Spain hadn't made up any conversation. Which was very uncharacteristic of Spain as the chitty-chatty country. Norway didn't mind, he found it comfortable not to talk with the Spaniard.
Spain turned the car on the intersection, then after a meter or two, he pulled the car over. Norway didn't find this strange, but when Spain said he should just leave the luggage inside, he became suspicious.
"Do you like ice cream, Noruega?"
"A lot,"
Norway quickly wore his hat as immediate as the sun hitting his skin.
"Great, because we're getting one!" Spain grinned and made the Norwegian to follow him to the ice cream store.
Norway had to make himself used to the ohh-so-many-whenever-he-looked people in this country, specifically this city. The store was crowded.
They got theirself a seat though.
"Welcome to the best ice cream restaurant in Madrid!" again, Spain made those remark. "This is the thing I made up for you because of the mistake I made earlier," Spain grinned very wide. "Order everything! I'll pay for you!"
"Fair enough," Norway said simply. At least the chair was comfy.
He ordered some of the best ice creams, while Spain just ordered iced coffee.
"You don't like ice cream?" Norway decided to bring a conversation.
Spain happily responded, "I like it too. But I am afraid being happier than you! Whilst, it's not my purpose to do that!"
It sounded odd, but Norway just shrugged. Whatever, at least he got ice cream.
For the next 30 minutes they made theirself comfy by silently enjoying their meals and the calming atmosphere the restaurant gave.
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After the ice cream, they quickly continued their way to the place where Norway would stay for his time in Madrid.
Which he didn't quiet know where yet.
England had said that he would stay in the hotel. He had talked to him and refused to be in the Spaniard's place. Hopefully, the Spaniard obeyed his boyfriend so he didn't have to search his own hotel.
He looked out the window again. If he had to search his own hotel, how would he get passed through this crowd and traffic jams?
Spain pulled over to a less crowded, and nice, Spanish residence.
"We're here!" for the umpteenth time, the Spaniard made an oblivious remark.
"It doesn't look like a hotel,"
The Spaniard laughed, "Of course! Don't be so oblivious Nor! It's my house! You're going to stay here as long as you're in Madrid!"
Faen.
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What about it? I hope I didn't make Norway so out of character. If so, then I failed big times.
Translation:
Faen: definitely a curse/swear word. Don't fret, I won't do much swear words.
Noruega: Norway in Spanish
