Norway stopped at the door and knocked on the hard wood. He waited for a few seconds and when no answer came, he entered. Denmark was sitting behind his desk, reading a letter busily. Norway silently closed the door behind him. He didn't feel neglected. He wasn't expecting for permission anyway. It was his and Denmark's way of communicating. Matthias never did answer to these signals, since he was less interested in etiquettes. If he had answered, something would have been wrong. These little cautions made their life safe and liveable.
The Dane looked up from the letter with a bored expression and when he saw the Norwegian, he threw it away and smiled cheerfully at Lukas.
- I hope you have something good for me – he greeted the entering one with excitement in his voice.
- Kirkland asked for a dinner this afternoon – Norway dropped a paper with the details on the desk. Matthias looked rather disappointed with the answer. The deals with Arthur Kirkland never were too serious, only easy ones. For the Dane's fighting spirit, they weren't satisfying.
- England? What does he want? – Norway made himself comfortable on the couch.
- He didn't say. That is why he wants to meet you.
- So are you free today at 5:30 pm? – Norway looked away before answering and reached for a book on the nearest table.
- Don't be ridiculous. I would go even if you didn't want it. Otherwise you could get yourself killed.
Matthias' face lit up.
- Then be well-dressed.
- Of course– Lukas replied dumbly glancing at the Dane's carelessly bound tie.
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- Might I help you, Sir? – a suited man stood at the door, greeting the entering customers.
- I'm sure you can. I'm Oscar Andersen and we have a table for three. We are Mr. Harry Watson's guests.
- Ah, yes. He's been expecting you – the man checked his book and then snapped to one of the waiters – Accompany the gentlemen to table number 36 – he ordered then turned back to the guests – He'll show you the table.
- Thank you – the younger boy guided them to the second floor.
- Couldn't you choose a more ridiculous name? – Norway whispered to Denmark when they got to the second hall. The questioned one laughed so loudly, the waiter and some guests whom they passed by turned around.
- You don't like it? I thought it'd be pretty awesome if an award was named after me.
Norway didn't answer, only took a deep sigh. Actually, he got used to Denmark's not-too-reasonable logic.
- Wouldn't you like your name either? – that made Lukas glance at him indifferently. He was always a part of Denmark's games. And had to be prepared for the worst everytime something stuck in the Dane's head.
- Don't tell me you gave me a name too.
Denmark laughed again – 'Course I did, I wouldn't let you out of fun! I named you Philip, so there…
- I don't want to know what was named after me – the Norwegian stated impatiently.
- Aw, don't you want' a whole country?
But no answer came. When they reached the second floor Denmark started to laugh again.
England was resting at the farthest table. He was wearing a light grey suit, with a blue shirt and a red tie. His hair was too well-combed with lots of gel on it. He looked confident, comfortably sipping his tea, probably thinking he adapted perfectly. The truth was, he couldn't be more extravagant.
Denmark furtively whispered to Norway – He hasn't changed. 'Still thinking he's James Bond?… Ya, Harry! Nice to see you again! - he greeted England with pretended friendliness when he saw the British's gaze. He muttered his name as it was usual for him.
- Thank you for showing us the table – Norway turned to the waiter and slipped the tip secretly into his suit's pocket.
- Oscar, Philip, it's great to see you! My old chaps, it was ages ago when we last had a cup of tea. How are you doing? – England smiled at them warmly. They got used to these formal plays by the years in front of the audience.
- I'm doing well. The family has expanded just now when there's some new business insight. How about you? – Matthias returned the friendly manner, while they took a seat. Norway didn't pay attention. A blonde waitress came and handed over the menus, asking what drinks they would like to order.
- Two akvavit, thank you – Lukas took the carte, but didn't hand it to Denmark as the others were too busy with their conversation. When the woman left, they talked about usual topics, to not make splurge. After a ten minutes when Denmark was in a middle of a joke, England changed to a more serious voice.
- Enough of this acting, I'm not here to chat. Let's talk about the serious things.
Denmark leaned back comfortably in his chair.
- Finally, I thought we won't get into any business until midnight. I'm sick of these role-playing! So, why did you call us here?
- I want you to remove someone from the business world.
- So far it is achievable. Who is it?
- Francis Bennefoy.
- Bennefoy? – Denmark's voice got so loud, Norway had to hit him imperceptibly – What job could we have with a fashion designer and a model? That's all you called us here?
- Listen – England started to have enough of the Dane's manner – I'm not here to ask your opinion. I'll pay, if you do it.
- But…
- Shut up, Oscar – Norway interjected, right before the waitress came back with the drinks and asked if they had chosen the meal. Denmark took a full turn and burst out laughing.
- Ah, Harry, you're so funny. But to show how good friend I am I believe you now – Matthias' voice became uncertain at the end of the sentence, but he was still smiling.
- I'm glad you finally agree with me – England was pleased with the answer – So, you think you can do this favour for me?
- The two akvavit. What can I bring you, sir? – the waitress asked first Lukas.
- I'd like to have Fårikål – and before the waitress could turn to Matthias he continued – and he'd like to have Stegt flæsk with persillesovs.
- Thank you – the waitress with a slightly confused expression turned to England.
- No, thank you. I have already ordered.
The woman left and Denmark reached for his glass of akvavit.
- Alright England, I'll take the job. What do you want us to do with France?
- A few years ago he invested in restaurants and... well, acquired my costumers. In that year, my company went to the pot – England sipped a gulp of his tea.
- I don't get it. Why don't you just accept the defeat and proceed? Your cuisine really sucks.
- Again, I didn't ask for your opinion. That Frog always taunts me and kicks me whenever he has the chance. Make him sell his ownership to me, along with the restaurants, the recipes, the staff, everything! – Arthur was nearly shouting. He was really furious. The critique of his cuisine was his only weakness – Kidnap him and push a gun to his head or blackmail him, I don't care how you do it! I pay you and you do it however you want to!
- Obviously.
Now Norway's cold tone interrupted. England glanced at the calm man and noticed that some of the other guests was staring at them with confused expressions. They couldn't hear what exactly the British man was talking about, but the strayed words were enough to make them curious.
Denmark frowned his forehead. Seeing the other blonde's reaction, he finally gave in.
- Okay, Harry, okay. We got it, just calm down. We will execute France's business. If you pay us well, of course. How much do you offer?
- 20 million.
Matthias looked rather bored.
- Not enough. 30 million.
- I do not give a penny more! – Arthur stated strictly.
- Then, no money, no deal – the spiky blonde said impatiently and was ready to stand up and leave.
- Wait.. – seeing that the Dane wasn't in a bargaining mood, England quickly changed his mind – Alright then. 30 million and a personal request.
Denmark decided to sit back and wait for the new condition.
- I heard that China was kidnapped and eventually, his brother, Hong Kong joined your organization.
Lukas glanced at Matthias.
- You heard it right – Denmark answered hesitantly.
- He was my pupil. I trust him more than any of you. I want him to participate in the missions.
- We can afford that easily – the Dane nodded with acceptation.
- Very well. I think we discussed everything important for now. Then, later, I'll send you a package with the informations. I don't want to discern the details in a place like this – with those words, England finished his milk tea and stood up.
- Won't you wait for the food? – Denmark asked with incuriosity.
- No, I didn't order anything. Moreover, I have better plans for a leisure evening than spending my time in your company. I will send someone around Wednesday who will clarify the informations.
-Ja, ja. Vi vil tale så.
- Give my regards to the pixies – England has now turned to Norway.
- Will do – Norway nodded easily.
- Are those some kind of dealers selling a drug you're on? - Denmark asked Norway with a confused expression.
- Shut up.
When England left, Matthias sighed with relief.
-I can't believe he finally left! No wonder why I didn't want to meet him. He's the most boring teapot on Earth!
- Moreover he's loud – Norway agreed with an irritated voice.
- Finally we can enjoy this evening! What did you order for me?
- Stegt flæsk.
- With persillesovs?
- Of course.
- Aw, that's my favourite! How did you know?
- We've been to a couple of restaurants before. You always order the same.
- That's not true! I haven't eaten Stegt flæsk in ages! You still knew it was my favourite. You really are observant, Phil.
- Whatever, just stop calling me by that name.
Soon the waiter came with the Stegt flæsk and the Fårikål in his hands.
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Finland, Sweden and Hong Kong was resting comfortably on the couch, enjoying their free time when Iceland entered.
- What's wrong, Emil? – Tino was the first - of course - who noticed something is bothering the young, white-haired boy.
- I couldn't find Norway in his room – answered Iceland, saying it more like a question than a statement.
- Kyllä, he left with Denmark half an hour ago – Finland agreed, while he was watching the continuously channel-switching Hong Kong with uncertainty.
- Left? To where?
- 'Said hav'n' s'me bus'ness' – Sweden looked rather bored with the ever-changing TV-programme. Suddenly Iceland's phone rang and the boy answered it in record time.
- Halló, Luk… Danmörk? – he immediately looked annoyed – Isn't this Lukas' number?... Ja? Why?... – he glanced at Hong Kong – Já, he's here. Why?... Okay… Hong Kong – the Asian looked at Emil and put down the remote which Finland quickly snatched. Emil handed over his cell.
- Shi?
- Hej Hongie, it's me, Danmark – the Dane introduced himself, though it was obvious by the nickname – Kid, I have some work for you.
- Okay..? And what would it be? – well, that was fast.
- You see my notebook on my desk, right? – Xiao glanced towards the table.
- Yes.
- Then go, sit in front of it.
Hong Kong stood up and walked to the desk. Iceland was rather suspicious. He always had a bad feeling about Denmark's ideas. Even Finland and Sweden got interested.
- I'm there.
- Good. Now, you can see a file with your name on the desktop, right?
Hong Kong examined the screen carefully and eventually found the 'HONGIIIE!' named one.
- Yes.
- Okay. Then play it. You won't have any questions, everything's in it. Anything which isn't clear?
- No, I think so.
- Okay then. Have a great evening! – Denmark's voice was dangerously cheerful. After they hung up, Hong Kong opened the video.
- Hey, Hongie! – it was Denmark in the video. He was sitting in the same place Hong Kong was – I was so glad, that you joined our group, I thought I'll make you a game.
- That sounds bad – Emil appeared behind Xiao.
- I left every detail under this video, so you got everything you'll need.
- What is he talking about? – Finland joined.
- About the task… I heard you're a great hacker. You have to hack an important email-account. I attached the address. You have to get the password, so I can keep an eye on his owner. I think everything's clear. Ah and you'll have 2 hours. Finish it by 8.
- That's easy, so what's the… - Iceland said.
- Oh, and if Icey's paranoid personality thinks, that it's too easy, I'll tell you my computer is connected to a bomb, which I hid in your house a few hours ago.
- Wha…- Xiao couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was the Dane joking?
- So be skilful and hack that account for me! Have fun! Bye kids!
Hong Kong couldn't say anything, just looked at the shocked Iceland.
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It was minutes before 8, when the black Volvo stopped under a lamppost.
- So, why are we here? – Norway asked with little interest. They had finished their meal and paid the bill, when Matthias asked for a bypass before going home. Norway didn't ask the reasons, although he wasn't talking during driving anyway.
- Patience, Lukas, patience – Denmark looked excitedly at his watch with a big grin. He waited for a few second before speaking.
- So it's 5…4…3…2…1…
He looked up, and when nothing happened, he started to laugh loudly.
- You had enough fun? Can we go now? – the Norwegian driver asked indifferently.
- Ja.. Ja… - Denmark was still holding his stomach while guffawing – I can't believe… Hah, I freakin' love my job!
With those words, they drove off.
I'm really thankful for the reviews and feedbacks. Also, I hope I corrected every grammar/spelling mistake.
Next chapter is up. I wanted to make Denmark a realistic gangster. I hope I didn't overdo it.
'Vi vil tale så' is 'We will talk then' in Danish.
'Stegt flæsk with persillesovs' is 'Roast pork with parsley sauce' a national Danish dish.
'Fårikål' is 'Sheep in cabbage' a national Norwegian dish.
'Shi' is 'Yes' in Mandarin.
Hetalia does not belong to me. It belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya.