Dinner was a surprisingly uneventful affair. Shockingly, there wasn't even so much as an argument as the five Nordics and three Italians munched their shrimp scampi. Well, unless Romano yelling at Denmark for saying "shrimp scampis" counted as an argument. Mostly, Romano contented himself with muttering about how the "Lego bastard" was probably spending way too much time with the "burger bastard", Italy sang quietly to himself, Seborga watched everyone with interest, and the Nordics gave their best effort to completely ignore Denmark, which suited him fine. Denmark was slightly relieved that they had chosen to punish him by means of the silent treatment instead of one of the more drastic and violent means he would have expected from Norway or Sweden.
For dessert, Italy Veneziano, with Seborga's help, served tiramisu to everyone, a treat that was quickly devoured, and then they prepared for bed, splitting off to go to their separate rooms for the night. Little did Denmark know, the night was not going to be as peaceful as he expected.
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Norway lay in bed, eyes shut, feigning sleep, waiting until Denmark began snoring and then for a half hour more to make sure he wasn't faking it. After he was convinced, he carefully, silently slipped away to ensure that everyone else was ready.
"It's time."
It was going to be a long night.
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"Now all we have left to do is wait for Denmark to wake up," a tired Norway remarked hours later.
"Ve~ We can still try to get some sleep!" Italy yawned.
"I think that's a good idea," Finland agreed, Sweden nodding his approval as well.
Romano said nothing; he was slumped against the wall, more than half asleep. Seborga chuckled, "Hey Vene, can you help me get Roma to bed? I don't think he's going on his own."
Italy, of course, nodded, "Si!"
"Norway...? I guess we can share a room," Iceland reluctantly offered.
"Thanks, lillebror," Norway mumbled in response, stifling a yawn.
And so, for the second time that night, or perhaps more accurately the first time that morning, the nations separated to try to get a few hour of shut-eye.
=^w^=
When Denmark awoke, a sliver of light shone between the room's thick curtains, but the room was still mostly dark. He sat up, stretching, and yawned widely. He was surprised Norway hadn't tried to shove him off the bed in the middle of the night–but hang on, where was Norway? Leave it to Lukas to disappear without warning!
He swung his legs off the bed and began to hop down, but there was an explosion of pain in both feet that he could only compare to…
Stepping on Legos.
He looked down at the floor, and it was like a dream turned nightmare. The entire floor was completely covered by so many Legos, he couldn't see the underlying carpet at all.
The Dane's agonized scream echoed throughout the Italian house.
A/N: I… don't know what to say. I almost didn't want to finish this, and not just because I've been having writer's block and a lack of ideas. But now it's over, I guess. Forgive me for its shortness. Thanks to all of my lovely readers~ I'll try to get some more writing done, and I hope you continue to read my fics!
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