Norway could barely remember why he was on Denmark's roof. In fact, he could barely see two feet in front of him.

"Denmaaark, I think I'm going blinddd."

"Whaaat? But your eyes are still open."

'I'm going blinddd! Just help meee!"

Denmark gave Norway a confused look before attempting to get up.

"Nooo! Don't leave me hereee..." Norway tightly clung to Denmark's arm, stopping him from standing up.

"B-B-But I wanna leaaave!"

"Dooon't!" Norway began to weep into Denmark's sleeve. "Don't gooo!" He then gripped Denmark by the shoulders rather harshly.

"Ow! It huuurts!" Denmark whined.

Norway, rather surprised, spontaneously let go of the Dane's shoulders. "Oh, I'm so sorryyy! Wait, w-what do they do to wounds, again? Kiss them, righttt?"

Norway, in a panic, went over to kiss one of Denmark's shoulders. Unfortunately, he jabbed Denmark's mouth with his elbow.

"Ow, not again!" Denmark put a hand to his mouth. "I can taste the blooddd."

"S-Sorryyy!" Norway was feeling pretty bad about himself, as he hurt his friend multiple times. Being drunk didn't help. "H-Here, move your haaand." Norway gingerly moved Denmark's hand away from his mouth.

Denmark gasped, "W-Wait, are you actuaaally going to do this?"

"Hmm? I couldn't heaaar you."

"I-It's nothing importannnt."

Without a thought, Norway planted a kiss on Denmark's lips.

"Woah," Denmark muttered.

Norway giggled, which was very uncharacteristic of him. He stared at Denmark's face, beaming.

Denmark, on the other hand, darted his eyes around, embarrassed. In the end, he succumbed to Norway's gaze. "I-I..."

Norway put a finger to Denmark's lips, shushing him. Once again, he let out a small titter.

Finally relaxing, Denmark let out a little chuckle.

The two peered into each others' eyes for only a few seconds — something that felt like an hour.

Suddenly, Norway began to lean towards Denmark's face.

Denmark squirmed — not because he didn't want to kiss Norway (In fact, he really wanted to.), but because Norway's actions opened up a hidden wound inside him.

The last time a man kissed you, he broke your heart and left you crying on the floor.

"No," Denmark whispered.

"Whaat?" Norway looked up at Denmark, confused.

"It's n-nothing. Carry onnn." No matter how intoxicated he was, Denmark could never forget that one day — the day his ex left him.

No! I'm going to have fun tonight. A stupid memory can't knock me down!

At that moment, Norway, once again, connected his lips with Denmark's.

The kiss lasted longer that time, with the two entangling their fingers in each others' hair. They pulled away, but collided lips almost instantaneously afterwards — even more passionately than the last time.

Denmark could feel himself melting into the kiss, as Norway held him closer. The two felt like they were burning a fire, the flames getting bigger every time they touched lips.

Finally, the two pulled away for the last time, out of breath.

"That's it. W-W-We're going inside. Your bed. N-Now."

Norway woke up with a migraine and an unusual feeling of warmth beside him.

Ugh, what happened yesterday?

Norway closed his eyes and turned to his side, groaning. His body ached much more than usual. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a sleeping Denmark, who was still smiling in his slumber. Norway scowled, extremely upset.

"Wake up," Norway commanded in a stern voice.

Denmark didn't hear Norway, and continued to sleep. This angered Norway greatly.

"I said, WAKE UP!" Norway slapped Denmark's face.

"Ugh, what?" Denmark groaned.

"First question, what are we doing here, clothingless, like wild animals?" Norway sat up in the bed, outraged.

Denmark smiled, as if he were remembering a sweet memory. "Ah, Norge, you were amazing last night. It really surprised me." Denmark sat up as well, wrapping his arms around Norway.

"Let go of me!" Norway broke free from Denmark's embrace, clearly unamused.

"What..? What's wrong?"

"You must've tricked me. There's no way I would have agreed to this!"

"What do you mean? You... You don't remember?"

"Remember?" Norway laughed. "That's ridiculous." He stood up, picking his clothes off the floor and wearing them. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be leaving."

"Wait-"

"No, I'm leaving." Norway sighed. "We might never see each other again."

"We might never see each other again."

Something was painfully familiar about that line.

With a loud bang, Norway slammed the door shut on his way out of Denmark's room.

Buzz... Buzz...

Denmark looked over to his nightstand, where his phone had two new notifications. He picked it up to see what it said.

Ex: I saw you making out with another guy on your roof yesterday night. Are you kidding me?

Ex: And don't try to prove me wrong. I have photo evidence.

Denmark exhaled sharply, frustrated. Not being satisfied, he yelled. He entangled his fingers in his hair, stressed out.

"DAMN YOU ALL!"

Denmark walked over and kicked the nearest wall as hard as he could. Once again, he screamed, placing his head against the wall. Finally, he shakily took a breath, trying to compose himself.

Not apologizing to anyone in particular, he mumbled, "I'm sorry."