"What do you mean we are stopping in Norway?!"

I faintly recognized that my hands were flailing around in the air in front of me as I glared up at my idiot country, America. I leaned over slightly, my neck jutting out at a strange angle as I stared squinty eyed up at America who just stood there with a smile on his face.

"Yep. The Awesome Trio is having a quick meeting, and Denny agreed to host it this time."

I stood up straight and cocked a hip. I raised an eyebrow and thought carefully about how to properly state my reply.

"You do realize that 'Denny' isn't from Norway, right? He's from Denmark, you know, the country named after him?"

America paused in his smiling. I watched the smile slowly slip from his face as realization hit him.

"Oh." America paused again before exclaiming, "OH!"

I nodded tiredly. All this constant traveling was starting to get to me. Spending only a few days in each city, and spending all those days in meetings, really strains a person.

Jumping excitedly into the air, America gave a shout of happiness.

"Haha~ The hero figured it out! Nothing will stop him from reaching his destination! Ahaha!"

Loudly sighing, I slapped a hand to my forehead. He's such a child.

"But just make sure you pack up, we are leaving tonight at 7! The hero will help you pack if you need to!"

I wildly shook my head; there was no way that I was going to allow America to help me pack. He'd probably find one of my bras or something and ask me about it.

"It's okay, I'll be ready. I'll meet you downstairs at 6 or something. And don't you dare forget about me!"

And with that, I tried my best to shove America out of my hotel room in Berlin.

He didn't budge.

Instead, he sat down on my unmade bed and watched me.

I watched him too. I finally walked over to the door and opened it, gesturing with my arm for him to leave.

He still just remained on my bed.

I let the door slip through my fingers and slam back into place. I walked back across the room to my bag and began to reorganize it.

"Why don't you like me?"

I froze, a shirt half-folded in my hands.

"What?"

America began again. "I can tell, I'm not stupid. You don't like me. Why?"

I unfurled the shirt and began to refold it again, doing my best to ignore America's question.

"You are just so frustrating. I don't understand how you have lasted this long when you are so naïve and idiotic."

Now it was America's turn to heave a sigh. "Have I ever told you about the Revolution?"

I dropped the folded shirt into my suitcase and turned to face America, incredulous.

"The Revolution? I don't need you to tell me about the Revolution, I've had to endure 7 years of schooling about it. I do live in the Northeast. I've had more than my fair share of fieldtrips into Boston to see all the landmarks and stuff. My ancestors fought in the Revolution along with all the other wars that followed. I don't need you to retell it for me."

America got that look on his face again. His 'I cannot believe you just said that to me and now I will be forever depressed' face.

I strode across the room and started to gather the few things I had left in the bathroom..

He looked down and fiddled with his fingers a bit. "There is more to the Revolution then they teach at school."

As I walked back across the hotel room, back to my bag, I gave America a curious look.

"Oh really now? You'll have to tell me all about it some other time, because we need to leave soon."

I zippered up my suitcase and lifted it up. I took a few steps and dropped it a few centimeters from America's feet.

"You can carry it."

America stood up and gave me a half-shrug, that sad look still on his face.

He quickly hefted my bag and made his way to the door.

I gave the room one last sweep before following him. As I turned to close the door, America began speaking again.

"If you ever want to know, then I'll tell you.


By my standards, it was a rather quick and painless flight from Berlin to Copenhagen, and it was especially nice because the flight took only an hour. Plus, America somehow got hold of a private plane. So for once, I didn't have to sit alone in economy while America goofed around in first class.

As we exited the fancy private plane, America turned to me and showed off his pearly white teeth.

"Hey, you are Swedish right? Isn't Swedish kinda close to Danish or something?"

My eyes widened slightly and I shook my head. Shit. Way to announce my Swedish-ness to the whole airport.

Some people turned their heads and looked at us curiously. It made me embarrassed. I couldn't figure out if the looks were due to us being a strange pair, or just because America was being. Well… An American in a foreign country; loud and obnoxious.

"Uhh…" I paused, trying to figure out what to say in order to try and cover up the fact that I am part Swedish. "No. You must have misheard. I'm Norwegian." I laughed nervously.

All lies. It's good to be a Norwegian in Denmark, and I don't need America blathering to everyone about how I'm part Swede. It's better to pretend that I'm Norwegian, just because I'd rather not be bitch slapped by anyone, thank you very much.

I hurried after America as he exited the Copenhagen airport and quickly jumped into a waiting car.

I was left dragging the bags to the truck. I struggled to lift America's hulking bags into the truck. Once they were inside, I slammed my fist into one of his bags at random, wishing that it was America's fat face instead.

I hissed and drew my hand to my chest. Apparently, I had chosen to punch the bag that he filled with rocks. I could feel tears welling in my eyes as I looked down at my poor hand. It was red and I had broken the skin on my knuckles in some places.

"HEY! LUCY! What's happening back there? We're waiting on ya!"

I scrunched up my face as America screamed out of the car window for me. What a asshole.

I shook out my hand and took my time loading my own bags into the trunk. There wasn't much room left for my stuff since America's gigantic bags took up all the space, but I managed to shift some luggage around to make some room. Though, I kept my messenger bag with me to bring into the backseat of the car.

Finally, I slammed the trunk closed, and made my way around the car and sat in the back, right behind America in the passenger seat.

I wasn't even buckled in when the car shot away from the curb and joined the traffic leaving the airport.

I panicked and rapidly buckled up. Looking forward, I easily spotted Denmark in the driver's seat, talking animatedly with America.

I gave a sigh of frustration and sunk into my leather seat. So this was what America meant when he said 'The Awesome Trio'. And by 'awesome', I think he meant 'annoying'. So if America and Denmark were two of the three, then who was the third member?

I pondered the question momentarily before slapping my forehead. Prussia. Goddamnit. I should have asked America for a direct flight to Sweden and told him that I'd meet up with him there.

Instead, I am now stuck with three idiots for the next day or two.

I jumped. Someone was waving a hand in my face while another hand was pulling on my bangs.

As I did my best to focus my vision on the source of the hands, I became dimly aware that someone was talking, and quite loudly at that.

"-cy. Lucy! God. Pay attention."

It was America. He had turned around completely in his seat and was doing his best to make me want to punch him.

I could see Denmark glance back quickly and snicker.

I batted America's hands away from my face and hair as I craned my neck forward.

"Screw you Denmark."

Denmark glanced back at me again, and laughed out loud this time. America pouted and his arms lay limply over the back of the passenger seat as he looked at me sadly.

"I just wanted to know if you were okay with staying at Mathias' house until we leave. It's totally fine if you aren't cool with it, I'll get you a hotel room or something. But it's gonna be all guys, soooo…" America trailed off and gave me a look, this time a patient, caring look.

I blinked in surprise. This was the first time that America had bothered to look out for my well-being on this giant trip.

I paused and did my best to think over his offer. "It depends. Who is gonna be staying at Denmark's house? It would me plus Denmark, you, and Prussia?"

America opened his mouth to reply, but Denmark cut him off. "Nope!" Denmark glanced back at me again, a grin on his face that could match one of America's. "Norge will be there too! He said something about not trusting the three of us to make it to the next meeting."

Denmark made a sound, as though he was thinking of something as he continued. "Hmm… I don't think he knows that ya are coming with Alfred.

Now Alfred piped back in, feeling a bit left out. "So you gonna get a hotel or not Lucy?"

I thought it over for a bit. Norway is the guy who gave me the death glare back in London, if I am remembering correctly, but he does seem like he can control Denmark…

"I think I'll see what happens at Denmark's house for a night."

Both America and Denmark cheered. The car jerked forward, accelerating quickly as Denmark stepped on the gas. I began to regret my decision to go to Denmark's house, but it was too late to take it back now. We were there.

It was a rather nice house, at least the outside was. It wasn't a mansion or anything, so it made me wonder about where everyone would be sleeping tonight.

Both America and Denmark jumped out of the car as soon as it was parked and entered the house, laughing and being their normal, annoying selves.

I got to deal with the luggage again… Great… And I don't even know where I'm supposed to be putting everything.

I started with my own bags, since they were lighter and I actually cared about what happened to them.

I cautiously moved into the house. I stood awkwardly inside the front door, pondering about whether or not to take off my shoes even though I'd be heading right back outside for America's bags.

I didn't spot any shoes near the door, so I cautiously took another step into the house, my footsteps seeming unnaturally loud in the strangely quiet house. I wondered briefly how that was since America and Denmark had both been so loud previously.

"What are you doing?" A bland voice asked me as I took my third step.

I nearly dropped my bags in surprise, but I will admit that I jumped. It was Norway, he was peering at me curiously from a doorway a bit further down the hall.

"I-I… Uhh… I'm carrying in my bags. I don't r-really know where to put them. But I need to go out and grab A-America's stuff too…"

Norway. Well… I couldn't tell really how he took what I said, his face remained impassive as I stuttered my way through an explanation. Then he made a kind of beckoning motion with his hand, and I hesitantly moved closer, afraid he'd suddenly decide to death glare me again.

Instead, he gently grasped my bags, and tugged them from my hands. "Come with me. I don't know where you are going to sleep yet, since it depends on what those dumbasses decide to do later on. I will show you the house."

I gave a slight nod of my head. "A-Ahh. You don't need to carry my stuff for me, I'm fine with doing it myself. But thank you."

I followed a few steps behind Norway as he pointed out the features of the house: the living room, office, kitchen, bathrooms, bedrooms.

Finally, we dropped off my bags in the upstairs hallway. Norway was nice enough to put them down in a place where people (mainly the Annoying Trio) couldn't step on them.

I then trailed after Norway as he went back down the stairs. I made a move to exit back out front and pick up America's bags, but Norway shook his head disapprovingly.

Norway then slid open the back sliding down and stepped out onto a nice deck. It was only now that I could hear America and Denmark, though apparently Prussia had arrived as well.

I tried to follow Norway outside, but he shut the door in my face. I could only see his back, along with the faces of the trio sitting around a wooden table.

I could see mouths moving. The Trio waved their beer around when they spotted Norway.

Shrinking back slightly, obviously not wanted, I turned around. I contemplated sitting on the couch and watching TV, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to figure out the TV controller. I shook my head and glanced back at the slider once more before heading back upstairs. I sat down heavily next to my bags in the upstairs hall and pulled my legs to my chest, laying my head on my knees.

America went running past me with his bags in hand. I lifted my head and watched him race down the hall and literally throw his bags into one of the rooms before racing back downstairs.

I heard the slider slam shut before silence surrounded me once more.

I think I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is it being completely dark in the hall. Norway was crouching in front of me with a hand on my shoulder.

I stiffly stood up, my knees cracking after staying in one position for so long. Norway practically steered me down the stairs and into one of the kitchen chairs.

"What happened to the other three?" I questioned.

Norway didn't reply, he just looked at me with that emotionless face of his before turning back to the counter.

"Do you need any help?"

Norway didn't even look at me this time. He just brought over three plates, two of them empty and the third filled with thin slices of bread with a bunch of stuff on top. Norway set an empty plate in front of me and then sat down across the table. He grabbed one of the bread slices and was careful not to drop any of its toppings as he brought it over to his plate. He deftly cut the thing with his fork and knife and ate it.

I watched him chew. My stomach gurgled angrily at me.

"Uhh… What is it exactly?" I blushed as I realized how rude that sounded and hastily tried to fix it. "Not that it's gonna stop me from eating it or anything since you were nice enough to make it for us, but I'm just curious."

Norway swallowed and cut himself another piece. "Smørrebrød, though in America, it's called an open sandwich. Very popular here in Denmark. Eat it."

I smiled weakly and pulled the plate full of Smørrebrød closer to myself. I picked one that looked smaller than the rest and placed it on my plate. Following Norway's example, I cut it with my fork and knife.

I looked from the Smørrebrød on my fork to Norway and took a bite.

It was… interesting. Kinda good actually.

"Thank you for making the food Norway."

He looked at me, disinterested. "It was either this, or pickled herring."

I wrinkled my nose but cut another piece of the Smørrebrød.

It was going to be a long night at Denmark's house.


A/N: Sorry for such a late update! I have been really busy lately as always, and I still need to finish up my AP Euro homework. But I started a Hetalia RP and now I'm kinda addicted, even though everyone is a bit slow to respond to it… Hehe… But I'm doing Norway, since my usual character, Romano, has already been taken. After my last fic, my HongIce one, I realized while writing it that I really like writing Norway. I'll probably try to write a DenNor once I finish this. Teehee! But tell me what you think, eh?

OH! And that "It's good to be a Norwegian in Denmark" thing, that's not mine. It's from a commercial by a Scandinavian travel agency. And the reason Lucy is so scared of being a Swede in Denmark. Well. Go look at 'Scandinavia and the World's comic called 'Good Service', and don't forget to READ the authors note. It'll explain everything.