A/N: xGreySkiesx: Arigatou! Yeah, the chapters will be longer, I was surprised when I reread the first one… Ah well, and I'm awesome? Yays!
ATTENTION: I hate Google translate. But since it is the only easy option, I will have to live with it… So there might be really idiotic translations. Please bear with it…
Warning: A CERTAIN BRITISH GENTLEMAN… And OOCness…
Disclaimer: I do not own the awesomeness that is Prussia, therefore I do not own Hetalia.
After the coffee, Norway felt way better. For about ten seconds. Because after that ten seconds he was hit with a migraine. Swearing, he went into his bathroom and took some aspirin.
~oOo~
"Denmark, open your door," Iceland said, standing outside the Dane's house. No answer.
"Denmark! Open your door!" The nation half-said, half-yelled. Still no answer.
"DENMARK! OPEN YOUR FUDGING DOOR!" Just as Iceland punched the door, it opened and he fell down onto a grinning Denmark.
"Icy! Nice of ya to visit~" the Dane helped him up and pulled him inside.
"Hmph…" Iceland sat down on a couch, and opened his book. Denmark sat opposite him on a chair. After a moment of awkward silence, the Dane decided to speak.
"So, how's Norge? I left early, so I don't know what happened," Denmark said cheerfully.
"I don't know about it, but he apparently got into a fight about porcupines and threw some axes into the wall of the pub," Iceland said.
Denmark stared. "Porcupines?"
"Don't ask."
"Okay, but why porcupines?"
"I SAID, DON'T ASK!"
~oOo~
In the afternoon, when Norway was feeling slightly better, he received a visitor.
"Coming…" muttered the Norwegian as he got up from the couch and went to the door. A man with dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and the thickest eyebrows he had ever seen in his life was standing there.
"Hi England…"
"Good morning, old chap. Mind if I come in?" The Brit asked.
"You're not Denmark, so… yeah." Norway stepped aside and let the gentleman in. "Why are you here?"
"It's raining in London for the next five days, and I have some business in Sweden, so I'm stopping by here for a while." England said.
"Ah," At a loss for what to say, Norway asked, "You hungry?"
"Kind of, but don't worry about it, lad," England waved him off.
"Okay…" The two sat in silence. Finally England said, "Can you still see faeries?"
"Yeah," And they launched into an animated conversation about mystical creatures.
"America, that git, says they do not exist!"
"Same with Denmark."
"Correct! We should show them what's right!"
Somehow the conversation turned to the Euro Cup.
"I say… Germany."
"Why not me?"
"Germany has a strong team…"
"…"
Soon, England left, and Norway, at a loss for what to do, found himself standing outside Denmark's house.
"NORGE!" a blur of Denmark shot past Iceland and wrenched open the door. He hugged the seething Norwegian outside, who kicked him in the groin and shoved past hi into the house.
"Hi Norway," Iceland said.
"Onii-Chan."
"Hell no."
Denmark grinned. "I'll leave you two then~" he said suggestively, making the two nations turn red. Plus receiving a punch in the face from his 'precious Norge'.
Norway sat down next to Iceland. "So, anything new?"
"Denmark acting like an idiot isn't new, so no."
"Ah…"
Norway moved closer to his brother, trying to see what he was reading. Iceland covered the book up. Norway frowned, and tried grabbing the book. Iceland fell off the couch, with Norway on him. Just as Denmark walked in.
"Hey, wanna-" he stopped and grinned wider. "Oh! Never mind~ I'll leave you two~" and he ran out of the living room, into his kitchen, and out the back door with a flustered Norway hell-bent on killing the Dane.
A/N: Umm… It's three pages long! –shot– But I have no inspiration whatsoever at the moment, so… SORRY!
Anyone guess the book title? OwO Iceland will give hugs to whoever finds out!
R&R PLEASE!
