A.N : Here we go! Chapter two!
Dinner was to put it mildly – awkward. Belarus was glaring daggers at him so hard Norway was fairly sure the female nation had managed to tear small holes in his clothes. Or it was from the living room encounter…either way; it was becoming chillier and chillier in the room by the minute. Ukraine – bless her – was trying so very hard at being a good host. She rushed about, serving them all with starters first and then the main meal. At Norway's remark that she was an excellent cook she blushed hard and tried to hide her face. Russia was on, what Norway presumed to be, his 7th bottle of vodka. The only nation Norway had ever seen drink more than that in one night was Finland, however, Norway had a sinking feeling he was going to be the witness of having that 'record' beaten.
"Ukraine has prepared a room for you, da" Russia smiled like an innocent child before filling Norway's glass again with vodka. "You will be comfortable there tonight" It wasn't a question or a fact…it was an order. Inwardly, Norway groaned and wondered how close his room would be to the siblings'. He desperately hoped he'd be far, far away from them all. He licked his dry lips, feeling the slight cut on the left side. Belarus was a woman to be reckoned with, and once she had gotten over the initial shock of his actions, she had been quick to device up some way to get the Nordic man off her. Norway had narrowly escaped another dagger but had it not been for Russia having entered the room at the perfect time – he was fairly certain Belarus would have hit him eventually. She also had sharp teeth. It was no wonder she was good with knives.
Belarus had hidden her knives and straightened her dress and hair in just seconds, although the glare had only intensified. Russia smiling and patting the smaller man's back just made everything worse. And now, dinner was like a perfect example of 'quiet before the storm'. As long as Ukraine and Russia where around he was safe. However, Ukraine was constantly rushing about, and Norway could see that Russia was very eager to get away from his sister. If it wasn't for the expression on Belarus face when he had kissed her, he would have though it really had not been worth it.
He resisted the temptation to smirk at her, but when her foot connected with his shin under the table and sent a wave of pain through his entire leg, he decided two could play this game. (Honestly, what was it with her and aiming for his legs? The bruises would be a horribly vivid blue and purple by tomorrow at this rate) Russia was too drunk to notice the slight wince, but Belarus noticed, and a smile of victory spread across her face. Before she could take aim again, Norway moved his chair just slightly more towards Russia – pretending to reach for the vodka bottle. Her smile vanished before she tried again. Norway was more prepared, and simply slid his chair further out from the table and leant back, giving a small smirk and raising his glass in a mock 'cheers' to Belarus.
Despite the numerous attempts at hurting him, the rest of dinner went rather well. Norway went back for second at dessert. The chocolate Torte was exceptionally good, and when he was offered coffee to go with it, he almost completely forgot about the wounds Belarus had inflicted upon him so far. After the meal he did try and excuse himself, trying to get away from Belarus before she could catch him alone, Ukraine had sadly disappeared to somewhere unknown to him and thus he was left with the two most insane nations in one room. Russia gave a worried and almost frightened look at the prospect of being left alone with Belarus, somewhere in his drunken mind; the idea that Belarus should show Norway to his room came about. "There is no need Russia, I can find it on my ow—" "Nyet, Belarus will show you, da!" Norway desperately wanted to strangle the Russian nation right there and then, but that would defiantly not be good for business or international relations – although he was fairly sure he'd be deemed a hero by some nations if he did. If anything the room was surely to be where the guestrooms always where – it might have been a long time since he had stayed the night in Russia's house, but little had changed.
Norway held open the door for Belarus "Ladies first" he smirked before slipping quietly out of the dining room after her. Despite the inevitable feeling of dread and terror building up inside him, he wasn't going to let it show in any way. In a way, it was like handling a wild animal, although he'd already made the mistake of looking into her eyes more than once. Even the trolls in his country where more peaceful and docile than the female nation. That though made him chuckle out loud to himself. Belarus immediately spun around- reflexes faster than a cat's and again the sensation of cold steel against his skin could be felt.
"Are we really going to do this again…?" Norway sighted, the hallway was dim and badly lit, but the glimmer of the polished metal knife was still visible. Belarus' eyes where aflame with rage. "You are nothing but a parasite in this house" she sneered "and I want you gone" Out of the millions of witty replies Norway had formulated, his mind decided to choose the worst one. "Funny, that's what your brother thinks of you…what a coincidence" Belarus fumed and pressed the knife towards his chest as hard as she could, unfortunately for her, Norway had been just the slightest bit quicker and with a nimble movement knocked the knife out of her hand. "Not that I think it's deserved…" He bent down to retrieve the knife, twirling it between his fingers. "Give it back" came the chillingly cold reply; Norway ignored her and simply carried on down the hallway towards where he presumed his room was located. He couldn't hear the sound of her feet until he had rounded the corner.
Pressing himself as close to the wall as possible, trying his best to blend in with the shadows he carefully waited until Belarus rounded the corner to. In her frenzy and annoyance she didn't even notice him there. Instead she simply carried on down the hallway towards his bedroom. Smiling to himself he silently followed after her.
Belarus stopped outside the heavy wooden door and listened. She couldn't hear any movements on the other side, and assumed the Nordic had gone to bed. Carefully and as quietly she could, the Belarusian nation twisted the doorknob and opened the door, slipping inside as stealthily as she could. Only a few steps behind her, Norway resisted the temptation to chuckle. Just as silently he slipped in behind her, his eyes already accustomed to the dark. Belarus was making her way towards his bed, Ukraine had already made it, and to be honest, it looked rather inviting. Belarus was slightly confused; she threw the covers away, but was still met with an empty bed. She was deep in though about where the Nordic nation could have gone, impatiently tapping her foot on the floorboards.
"Looking for something?" His voice jolted her out of her own thoughts and she spun around with a yelp. Norway noted she had reached for a knife – that thankfully was not there; twirling her weapon in-between his fingers again he stared into her midnight blue eyes. "Could it be this you are looking for…or is it something else altogether you want?" He leant in closer, bending down slightly. He was a good 15cm taller than her, something Belarus was painfully aware of at the moment. While Norway might not appear to be the tallest person due to usually standing next to Sweden or Denmark, when it was only the two of them in the dark room, he almost towered over her. Norway wasn't as tall as Russia, but the difference that made him seem so much taller was that Russia never willingly came this close to her, nor did he ever bend down. Her brother always tried to flee or lean away from her. Norway didn't seem to be frightened at all – quite the contrarily. The more she had tried the deter him and get rid of this leech, the more adamant on staying he had become.
Belarus tried to make a quick grab of her knife but the taller nation just held it as high above him as he could. Belarus eyes narrowed dangerously. "Give it back you pest!" Belarus tried to jump up after it, but she only found herself cursing the man's height and longer arms. "I'll give it back eventually, when you stop trying to murder me" "I was not going to kill you, just castrate you" There was not a single hint of a joke in her voice – this only amused Norway more. "All the more reason to not give it back to you" Belarus went silent, her mind was racing. "Why?" "Why what?" "Why did you kiss me….?" Alright, he had to admit, he was not expecting that question. In his brief movement of confusion, Belarus took the opportunity to knee him directly in the groin.
Norway buckled over in pain and let go of the knife, with a swift moment Belarus swiped it back and stood over the Nordic male. "That's what you get" she spat before sending a well aimed kick at his shin again. Norway groaned and really wished he could die right now. "Bitch" he managed to breathe out raggedly. Belarus glared before heading toward the door "This isn't over…insect!" and with that slammed the door. It took Norway a good fifteen minutes before he was able to shakily stand up and crawl into bed. Tomorrow was not looking good.
A.N: argghhh...I had such a writers block halfway through this. I wanted to keep it balanced but I'm better at writing Norway as a cunning bastard than Belarus. Hopefully her revenge was suitable~~