"Huh, Norge?"

"…What?" he blinked at the Dane.

"That's like the third time I've had to repeat myself, Norge!"

Norway rubbed at his eyes. He was zoning out lately. Maybe because he was tired or the meeting's coffee was just utter shit. Or maybe because he was worried. He sighed, brushing his hair back with a gloved hand.

"Get me some coffee or something, would ya."

"Got it!" Denmark grinned and ran off to fetch the beverage.

Norway grumbled and crossed his arms, trying to not let his head fall forward. He gazed across the room, catching sight of his little brother chatting quietly with Greenland. Greenland looked like he was going to jump out of his skin, possibly. But he took after Denmark, after all. Much like his sister— Faroes. He looked around the two young men. No Faroes. She usually hung around them. Where the hell could she be? His eyes searched the meeting room, catching no sight of her. Now he could officially say he was worried.

Denmark returned with a cup of bitter, black coffee. Norway took it and gulped it down in less than a minute, leaving the Dane wide eyed and open mouthed. He stalked off to the two Nordic teens.

"Frey. Malik." He nodded to them.

"Norge," Malik nodded back. "What d'ya want?"

"Where's Faroes?"

"Nin? Dunno. Ice?" He looked at the white haired teen.

Iceland simply shrugged. "Last I saw of her, she was talking with Holland."

"Holland?" He scowled. Who knew what a guy like that could be wanting from her?

"Ja, remember their fishing agreement and stuff?" Malik reminded him. "Or you know…" He smirked. "Not remember? Even when she told you like fifty times?"

"I remember," he said calmly. "And you should be more worried that your sister's possibly off somewhere with a pedophile."

It was Greenland's turn to scowl. "Ja, ja." He waved him off. "If you're so worried, go look for her."

"I was intending to."

He stormed out of the meeting room, passing other nations. He stopped in front of Belgium, who was happily chatting with Hungary. H tapped her shoulder and she turned toward him.

"Bel, where's your brother?" he asked.

"Broer?" she thought for a moment. "I think he went off to the last meeting room. Said he forgot his notes in there."

"Thanks."

He ran off, heading for the meeting room on the basement level. Good thing the elevator was in order, or he'd never had made it. Norway opened the meeting room door a crack, looking in. He saw a certain auburn teen seated on the edge of the table, looking to be in a very close and heated conversation with the Dutch spiky haired nation. Her face seemed puzzled and Netherlands looked arrogant and so sure. He strained to listen what they were talking about.

"—And it's really easy. Just a night or two, then we'll have great relations."

He growled. The old "sleep with me and we'll have better relations as nations" trick. The Dutchman was dirty. He pushed open the door, stalking in. The two looked at him, surprised.

"N-Norge!" Faroes stuttered. "What are you—"

"Don't further your relations with this pedophile, Valdis. Go to the lobby."

"But, I—"

"Go." He stared at her until she ran off.

Netherlands snorted. "You sure know how to ruin everything. I was so close—"

Norway pulled him by his scarf to be eye level. "Listen here, you do not touch her in that way or even suggest it to her, got it? She's just a kid, even if it doesn't seem like it to you."

He chuckled. "That's what I like about her."

He cursed and tightened his grip to a near chokehold.

"Listen, Dutchy, she's my family. And she's not old enough for any of your shit. So, I suggest you leave her the fuck alone before I really get mad from almost no sleep and turn my troll loose on you." He sneered. "Got it?"

"Ja, sure." Norway let go and Netherlands snorted. "Don't need to be so serious about it. I wouldn't force 'er anyway."

He left quickly and Norway sat in one of the cushioned chairs, slumping onto the table. Snores soon filled the room.