I'm sorry Norway! I honestly love Norway! But I saw this picture on Zerochan and it was just screaming: "Norway rape! Norway rape!"

Please rate and review! I would appreciate it, and change things to make it better.

Disclaimer: Forgetful Tsundere does not Hetalia Axis Powers in anyway. If she did, America would be having sex with England in the meeting room every single episode.

Before Finland knew it, Christmas Eve was already on their doorstep. He was frantically running around the house to make sure all his things were perfectly in place for his departure later. It was about 4:30, and it looked like it was going to get dark soon.

Sweden, on the other hand, was just calmly watching Finland run past the living room numerous times as he read the Northern Europe newspaper, like how the alliance between Denmark and Norway was suddenly broken the previous day.

"Let's see now," Finland said to himself and looked over the checklist in his hands as he walked upstairs with Hanatamago, "I've got the presents in the bag, the sleigh is clean and polished, the reindeer are getting here two hours before I leave, and-"

He jumped when he felt two arms wrap around his neck from behind him. Sweden buried his face into the side of his neck.

"Su-San, I'm kinda busy here."

He didn't reply. But Finland could feel his warm tongue against his skin and arms moving down his chest and unbuttoning his shirt.

"I still have work to do, Su-San!" he blushed. "B-Besides, we shouldn't do it in the hallway…"

"C'n't hold b'ck," Sweden muttered.

Finland started trembling when he heard his zipper going down. When he felt a hand go into his boxers, he grabbed Sweden's hand and turned around so he was facing him.

"Su-San, can you please n-"

Sweden pushed him against the wall and slammed his lips against his, not letting, and wanting, his love to finish his statement. Three minutes of intimate kissing. Finland finally pushed the bigger country back so he could take a breath.

"Su-San! I don't want to do it right now!" he firmly said and held onto Sweden's shoulders to try and hold him back. But he wouldn't budge; Sweden was the tallest of all the Nordic countries.

The Swede looked at him deeply. Finland was afraid of what he might do, but instead, his hands were released. "Sorry," he said. He kissed his forehead and left in the other direction.

"That's it?" Finland thought as he watched Sweden go down

the stairs and back into the living room. He started feeling a little bad about not letting him continue "playing" with him. He ran over to the

railings and announced, "We'll do it after I get home later, okay?"

Sweden turned around to him. He stared at him for a while before nodding. Finland grinned.

"Then c'me home e'rly," Sweden said, trying to hide his smirk.

He didn't know how to react, but he tried to smile to let him know he would try to meet his request. Sweden went into the living room while Finland buttoned his shirt back up.

He smiled as he returned to checking the things he needed for that night. He wasn't running around as much, but he was excited.

"Hey, Su-San, have you seen my hat?" Finland asked from his room as he was trying on his Santa outfit.

"Ov'r h're," Sweden called out.

He hurried down the stairs and headed to the living room, but the doorbell rang as he reached the last step.

"I'll get it!" he called and hurried to answer the door. He unlocked the door and opened it. "Yes? May I hel-" His eyes widened from surprise. Sweden shortly followed after him, and was equally surprised.

"H-Hey, Sweden, Finland," their former controller greeted.

"Mr. Denmark," Finland said, not believing his eyes. He straightened out and cleared his throat. "Would you like to come inside? It must be freezing out there. C'mon, come inside."

"Oh, yeah." He looked over Finn's shoulder and saw Sweden standing there; he didn't seem very happy, but then he turned around and went into the living room. He and Finland followed him.

Finland asked, "What brings you here? On Christmas Eve? Aren't you going to spend it with Iceland or Norway?"

He sighed and put his head down. "I was going to spend Christmas with Norway but… something kinda happened."

Fin looked at Sweden, who was just sitting there with his legs crossed, then back at the Dane.

"Would you like to talk about it?" he asked.

"I guess," I muttered. "But don't hate me for what I did." He paused to take a breath, his voice shaky. "You already know about me and Norway, right? About how we were going out?"

"Yes," Finland nodded.

"Well, you see, yesterday, he was telling me that he was leaving me for Iceland. I thought he was joking, but he wasn't. He told me that he didn't love me anymore and that he never wanted to see me again. But then I slapped him; I slapped him so hard that he fell to the ground. God, I hated the sound when my hand made contact with his face. I was just so angry." He took a long pause. "I wanted to teach him a lesson, so I threw him on the bed."

"No, Mr. Denmark," Finland said and shook his head in denial, "please don't tell me you…"

There was a smile on his face, but tears were streaking down his cheeks. "I'm sorry, Finland, but I just couldn't resist. I ripped his shirt off and tied his hands together with it. I pulled down his pants and, and…" The memory of the fear in Norway's eyes when he was stripped naked sent shivers down Denmark's back. He let out a sad chuckle because he did something he never would've imagined. "I raped him; I really did it. I told him he would regret leaving me, but he wasn't the one to regret. He screamed for me to stop, but I didn't. I was at it for more than three hours. After, he rolled up in a ball and was shaking like crazy. He looked so scared. I couldn't even touch him. Then I just ran. I ran and ran, and ended up here."

He put a hand to his forehead and sobbed. Norway's pleads of agony rang through his head and echoed. "I hate myself for doing that to him. But I hate myself more that I was blind to what he was feeling. I didn't care that I was hurting him, I didn't care that he begged me to stop; I just wanted him to make him mine."

Neither Finland nor Sweden knew how to react. Sweden had the same facial expression as always, but his eyes looked wider than usual. Finland was on the verge of tears. He was just so surprised that Denmark did such a thing to Norway, his childhood friend.

But he couldn't hate him.

"Mr. Denmark," Finland said and stood up, "talk things out with Norway. Maybe he'll forgive you."

"What? Are you kidding me? He'll never forgive me for what I did to him! I probably traumatized him for life!"

"Then I'll talk to him." He glanced at the clock. "I have to leave soon, and I'll go to Norway's house. I'll tell him that you're sorry, and maybe he'll forgive you."

"You would really do that for me, Finland?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Thank you."

Finland started heading to the upper floor, but a hand grabbed his arm. He turned and saw Sweden's cold stare. He wondered what was wrong, and noticed soon enough.

"Don't worry, Su-San," he whispered to him, "I won't take long. I'll visit him last so I'll be closer to getting home. I promise made a promise, didn't I? I don't plan on breaking it."

The Swede let go of him, and Finland went upstairs to get ready for that night. Sweden and Denmark were left in the living room. Alone. In awkward silence.

"S-So, Sweden, what's it like living with Finland?" Denmark asked to start some sort of conversation.

"He's m' w'fe," he answered, his facial expression not changing.

"I-Is that so?" the Dane said, feeling awkward at that last word of his response. "I heard you were helping him out lately."

A little while later, Finland came down in a red Santa outfit.

"Oh, yeah," Denmark said when he noticed his attire, "I forgot that you're the one who delivers the presents."

Finn smiled as he put on his hat. He was about to leave for the door when he said, "Ah, Mr. Denmark, if you want, you can stay in the guestroom upstairs. It's the second door on the right. Please make yourself at home. I'll try to clear things up with Norway, okay? He actually might forgive you. Merry Christmas."

"Oh, thank you. Merry Christmas, Finland." He suddenly felt exhausted, so he went upstairs to the room he was assigned to. As he was walking down the hallway, he looked over the railings and saw Sweden and Finland hugging in the doorway.

"I'll miss you, Su-San," Finland said, his face buried into Sweden's chest.

"I w'sh I c'uld c'me w'th ya," Sweden muttered and ran his fingers through Finn's blond hair.

"Yeah, but it sucks that you can't."

"C'me b'ck qu'ck."

Finland looked up and kissed Sweden. They held each other so closely; it reminded Denmark of when he was with Norway.

"M'rry Ch'st'mas, Finland."

"Merry Christmas, Su-San."