A/N: Okay. I found 2 people who followed the story on the same day i published it. That is so nice! I thought I'd continue… As always review, favorite, follow and enjoy~!

The atmosphere was slightly dense. Norway could feel his heart pounding against his own chest as he took a tentative step towards the stairs. "He's here." The mahogany wood let out a small squeak as he placed his foot on the step. "Wh't w's th't, D'nmark," Sweden asked with a smirk as he cocked an eyebrow. Denmark glared at the Swedish man, knowing that Norway was practically professional at hiding like this. "Like I said, he's in the house," the shorter Danish repeated. Just like the events again, Sweden shoved Denmark out of the way and proceeded towards the stairs, finding a frightened Norwegian scrambling to his feet. But it was too late. Sweden tightly grasped Norway's calf and dragged him down. Denmark was appalled at Sweden's brutality. The spiky-haired blonde stormed over to the Swede and directed his gloved fisttowards his cheek. Sweden grasped the balled hand and brought his foot to Denmark's stomach. Denmark was flung onto his side, coughing and gagging. "Danmark," shouted Norway. He attempted to get on his feet, but Sweden wrapped his arms around Norway's waist, causing Norway to fall back, struggle and repeatedly shout and holler for Sweden to release him from the unbearingly painful squeezing. Iceland exhaustedly opened his eyes and raised his head. "Huh? What's all the noise?" He turned and scooted over to the edge of the bed. His puny feet embraced the frigid wooden floor as he strolled over towards the lank, skinny and towering door ahead of him, clutching a small stuffed puffin. He tightly grasped the railing and descended down the stairs to find Norway punching and kicking Sweden with all of his might, slung over Sweden's shoulder and Finland holding Denmark back from Sweden. Iceland could only look confused. " What are you doing? M-Mr. Sweden… please… let go of big brother," he absentmindedly told the taller man. "Apparently, you should ask Denmark about that. It seems that he has the answers," Sweden respectfully told Iceland. "Lillebror?" Norway turned his head, locking his dull, indigo eyes with tearful and frightened lilac orbs. Denmark rose from his position on the ground and hobbled over to the silver-haired child, wrapped his arms around the miniature body and let out a choked sob. "Forgive me" Denmark pleaded. "Mr. Denmark? What's going on?" Sweden closed his eyes briefly in sympathy as he carried the bleeding, exhausted Norway over his shoulder. Finland bowed his head and worriedly gave a glance as he proceeded to follow the taller man. "Lillebror," Norway thought to himself. "Be good to Denmark. Please." Iceland gasped as he caught Sweden carrying Norway towards the door. "Mr. Sweden! Please! Don't take him away…" The small child sobbed onto Denmark's shoulder and shouting incoherently. "He can't take him! It's not fair! Why did he beat up Big Brother?! WAAAH!" As Norway lifted his head, a tear escaped from his eye. "Danmark… Island… Please don't forget me."

He knew he was too young to know the real reason. Norway brought his hand to one of his partially red eyes and wiped off some of the falling tears. It wouldn't do much, but he didn't want anyone noticing the dried tear stains. Once again, he rose to his feet and stumbled towards the door. And again, he grasped the renowned brass knob and rotated it. The towering wooden board was flung open carelessly as the Norwegian made his way down the stairs. As he descended, a small Finnish man was found, cooking the usual morning meal. "Oh! Hello, Norway~! I see that you've woken up," Finland said with an evidently bright sausage links continued to sizzle in the dark skillet as the grease stuck to its bottom. "I thought you were sick, so I'm glad that you got your rest." Norway felt a smile curl his lips. " Thanks, Finland," Norway replied. He really didn't want to talk to anyone today, especially Denmark. He had forgiven him already, but he just couldn't find the courage to talk to him. Not yet…

"Norway?"

Astonished, Norway turned his head to see his younger brother, Iceland. "H-hey," Norway said with a quivery voice. "Please don't be surprised when I do this, but…" The Icelandic teenager's cheeks changed from his normal pigment to a bright scarlet as he rushed over to the pale blonde and wrapped his lank arms around the other's waist. Water rushed to the edge of Iceland's violet eyes. "Fyrirgefðu. Ég vissi ekki…" the platinum blonde sobbed. Norway's dull indigo orbs softened. Even as an adolescent, he still hated his younger brother sob into him like this. Norway wrapped his left hand to the back of Iceland's neck and his right hand to Iceland's waist. The pale blonde man pressed his lips against the platinum blonde-haired boy's forehead. "Det var ikke din feil. Du visste ikke hva som foregikk." Iceland sobbed harder into Norway's chest and allowed the tears roll down his face. On the other side of the wall, Denmark sighed and forlornly walked down the hall. "Yep, this is my fault," he replied to himself. He ran a strong, but shaky hand through his blonde locks. He rose his head and locked his commonly lax aquamarine eyes with intimidating cobalt orbs. "Sve…" Sweden only passed him. He did not look like it, but he felt terrible. Sure, he didn't like Denmark, but he felt as if it was pretty low to take someone away from him. He knew Denmark loved Norway, and he still took him. "Danmark," Sweden scoffed. Denmark shielded his annoyed eyes away from the Swedish man. He didn't want to forgive Sweden, but some part of both his mind and heart told him that he had to let it all go. For Norway…

The sky converted from its beautiful loyal blue to the stunning navy coat. The stars, oh so high, shone with all of their radiance. The moon ascended to its peak as the night continued to pass. Norway had repeated what he had done earlier that day, sit on the bed and sob into his knees. His crying was interrupted by a soft knock on his door. The Norwegian was annoyed by this and continued to sob in his former position. The door was locked, so the person whom had knocked had no chance of entrance. There was another knock, but it was more audible and sounded more aggressive. Denmark uttered, "Norge, It's me." Norway clutched the ivory sheets. "Go away," Norway's slightly muffled but still audibly frustrated voice boomed. "I don't want to talk to you." "You've been in there all day," Denmark whined. "It's time for some nation-to-nation interaction." "It's time for you to leave me alone," the pale blonde snarkily replied through his gritting teeth. Denmark huffed and pouted as an imaginary light bulb hovered over his spiky locks. "Fine, Norge," he wryly snickered. "I'll leave you alone." "Thank you," the gloomy yet infuriated Norwegian man replied. The Danish man smirked as he tiptoed barely five centimeters away from the doorway. He tapped the edges of his shining black boots on the floor to create what sounded like despaired footsteps.

"Did he really leave," Norway asked himself.

He crept towards the door crack and gazed at both directions of the hallway and sighed. As he was just about to turn back to the bed, the deafening sound of boots against the floor. "HAHAHAHAHA! You totally fell for it," shouted the Dane as he tackled and pinned the Norwegian against the mattress. Norway's wide indigo orbs teared up in fear and anger. "Do you really think this is a time to mess with me," he furiously added. "DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS A TIME TO MESS WITH ME AFTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE!?" Norway forcefully shoved the Danish man off of him as an excessive amount of tears streamed down the evidently marked tracks. Denmark's eyes shadowed and his lips curved downwards as he lowered his head, avoiding Norway's tearful and furious gaze. "Yes, I know why you're angry with me," he confessed. "Of course you know, Anko," Norway growled. "You know because you're the one who just gave me away to Sweden…" Norway's face trailed from anger to a teary pained expression as he gripped the sides of his head, digging his fingernails into his scalp. Denmark could feel his heart break more and more as he saw the Norwegian break down. Tears had also rushed to the edge of Denmark's eyes. " Norge… You don't have to forgive me," he sobbed. Norway opened his eyes in bewilderment. Tears began to run down Denmark's cheeks. "I… I… I was so cruel…I gave you away... W-why… Why do you d-deal with me," he continued. Norway's glazed eyes softened. Denmark placed his hands over his forehead and sobbed. "I annoy you, I bother you, I'm really loud and… I already know you hate me!" "Anko… I-I… I don't hate you… I never hated you," Norway replied. "Yes… you do. I hear you say it every time I'm around you. Every time I told you that I loved you… you said you hated me! You-" "That's because I really love you! It never comes out right," Norway shouted as he wrapped his head around Denmark's head and brought it to his chest. "Norge?" "I don't hate you… I love you. Jeg elsker deg." Denmark's cheeks clad a blush which could rival a rose as he heard the three simple words come out of his mouth. He scooted his knees towards Norway and caressed his cheek. "Jeg elsker også dig," Denmark replied as he brushed his lips against Norway's. Norway let in a sharp intake of air before his eyes fluttered shut and returned the gentle kiss. Denmark pulled his head away from Norway's lips. His face was covered with a scarlet blush tainting his cheeks. "Danmark~" Norway mewled. Their lips reconnected. Denmark poked his tongue against Norway's soft lips, asking for entrance as he pressed a hand against his chest, making him lean down on the mattress. Norway's lips parted slightly and the wet muscles massaged against each other. As Denmark crawled on top of his Norwegian lover. "I love you," Denmark whispered. Norway's cheeks heated with a small smile.

I love you, too… Anko

A/N: IT IS FINALLY DONE. There you have it, "200 years since…" I'm sorry it took so long. I am now currently working on my new fanfiction, "Not such an April Fools' Joke" Try to guess what happens.

Hint: It involves suicide.

Sorry about that hint… But as always, Fav, review and follow me! THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE!