"Ronja! Will you spend Christmas this year at Scandinavia maybe?"
"Hm. Well you know how I like to spend the holidays at Britain. They throw quite the parties there. But okay, I'll think about it." Replied Faroe while tying her shoelaces. She was out for another grocery trip. It was seven o' clock; last chance to buy anything before the stores closes.
"Okay. But hopefully I'll see you for New Year?"
"Goodbye Mathias." She headed out the front door and shut it behind herself before the last question reached her ears.
She said goodbye and with that Denmark knew she would hardly come for Christmas.
Denmark didn't let that bring him down. He should be satisfied by her just taking care of him here and now. Although he doubted if she did it out of affection, rather she thought she was obliged to do so since Denmark took care of her for most of her life.
After Faroe left Denmark found himself a bit sleepy and decided to snooze on his favourite couch for a while.
Soon, or maybe it just seemed like after a short period of time, the intercom rang.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
A few days past since Faroe Islands self proclaimed herself a nurse of Denmark's, so he was slightly surprised when he didn't hear her voice through the intercom, but an uncertain mutter. Denmark made a mental note to complain about the broken intercom.
Beep!
Denmark opened the door and this time decided to wait beside it for Faroe to arrive. He heard the elevator stop on his floor. Heavy footsteps followed, that certainly didn't belong to the one he was expecting.
Denmark felt a slight electric shock run through his heart.
Before he knew it, his door was jerked at. The only thing that kept it from opening was the door chain that Denmark forgot to unlock.
Denmark was taken aback by the eyes staring at him from the crack.
"Let me in."
Wordlessly, Denmark let the man in.
The first thing Sweden did, when he stepped in, was study the walls that surrounded him. "Nice renovation." It's like he was trying to occupy his eyes with anything but Denmark.
"Uh thanks, but I don't think you came here to discuss my interior design."
With his eyes, Denmark pointed to the beer can that Sweden was holding.
Sweden looked at Denmark and then without taking off his shoes walked into Denmark's kitchen. Sweden casually threw his wool coat on a chair and sat on the cutting table near the microwave.
This kind of attitude really ticked Denmark off. That guy was acting like he owned the place. "Okay, Sweden, you're acting super awkward right now! Why do you think you can just walk in here and start drinking on my cupboard?"
Sweden only gave him blank look in reply and gulped his beer.
"Did you hear what I said? Are you a retard? Hear this, if you wanna get wasted do it somewhere else!" Denmark bit his lip. "Or did you suddenly realize you miss me and want to cry into my bosom about it?"
This time Sweden frowned, shook his head and took another sip.
Denmark was about to say something again, but was interrupted by the thick voice of his brother. "I sent you m'ssages. Didn't reply, you didn't. Thought m'be ya tripped and killed yerself!"
"Ye did?"
Sweden shook his head a 'yes'.
"Huh." Denmark licked his teeth. "So you did miss me." Denmark sat on a random chair near the table. "Felt bad for baby Denmark and his boo-boo. Ye lonely bastard. You drove here all the way from Stockholm?"
"No."
"Whadaye mean no?"
"I moved."
"Here?"
"No, Helsingborg."
"Why Helsingborg? Besides being the shortest way to me and cheap booze without leaving your home base."
"I got a new job. Vid' Games."
"Video games? Interesting. But, uh… Ye… Ye still here to crash for the night and empty a few cans you probably have in the trunk, right?"
As Denmark saw this, Sweden was bored, he went to the other side to buy drinks, he became even more bored and decided to visit the only friend he had around, posing as 'I care about your health, I'm a nice guy, haha'.
"So. How's yer leg?"
"Get out."
"Denmark… If you-"
"I said get out, I don't need you here."
Sweden didn't need to be told thrice. As nonchalantly as he came, he took his things and walked out. He almost knocked over Faroe Islands, who was coming in. He gave her an annoyed look, yet didn't comment.
"See ya, Denmark." Sweden said before disappearing behind the front door.
Denmark was leaning next to the door waiting for Faroe to come in, which she didn't in favour of watching Sweden leave as if there was something enchanting in it.
Trusting Faroe to lock the door herself Denmark limped back to the kitchen where he found the beer can still standing on the table. He sat on down the table and took the half empty can in his hand, gave it an inspecting glance, sighed and looked at the kitchen floor.
A few seconds later he heard the loud thud of the front door being closed. Faroe entered the kitchen and placed the grocery bags on the table in front of him, but his gaze was still fixed on the floor.
"What was he doing here?" She asked while laying out the fruits she bought into the metal on the table.
"Oh. You know. Just passing by." Denmark answered apathetically.
"M-hm." Faroe started putting away everything else she bought into the refrigerator. "Should I make anything for the evening?"
"It's already evening. Almost."
"Then I will cook up something. You hungry, right?"
"Well, not yet. Not really." Denmark took a sip of the beer, then frowned at the can and placed it on the farthest corner of the table, remembering that just now a very unpleasant man was drinking from it. "Let's go watch a movie I downloaded!"
"You mean another cartoon, right? Still enjoy them since your last as an animator?"
"Yeah, you know me."
The last thing she took out of her plastic bag were a few new light bulbs and placed it on the table in front of Denmark. In her eyes you could read some kind of displeasure. "Denmark, the light bulb in your bathroom is dim."
Denmark took a deep sniff with his nose and acted like nothing was bothering him. "Yeah, I know that."
"Why not replace it then?" She folded her hands on her chest.
"Maybe I like it like that, plus I want to know how much it will take for it to die out."
"Tch! Okay. So you're going to wash your hair today or what?"
"Oi! Why! You! With your hair washing again?" Denmark was squeezing something invisible in his palms, or so it seemed with the way he curled his fingers. "If you want it clean so bad, then wash it yourself!"
Faroe opened her eyes widely and shrugged her shoulders lightly. "I wouldn't mind actually."
"Huh?"
Denmark didn't see it coming that his little stupid taunt was to be taking seriously. Having someone massage your head was a really good stress relief. He was sitting on the floor with his towel on his shoulders and his head leaned back over the bathtub. Faroe was standing just above him with the shower tube.
"Done." Just before leaving Denmark to his hair gels, hairdryers or whatever that he needed for self grooming, Faroe added. "You still stink for some reason."
"It's not me! It's my leg!"
"Your leg?"
"I can't exactly wash it under the cast! It gets dirty and the skin changes there and…"
"Okay, I get it. I'll leave you to it then."
Later on Denmark left his bathroom with dry, but abnormally wild hair. He limped to the living room where Faroe was already waiting for him with a bowl of popcorn.
"Whoa... Wicked hair there!" She gasped.
Upon sitting beside her he put his hand into his mane and scratched his head a bit. "Nothing a little hair gel won't fix."
"Nah, I don't think gel will help here. I think it's time you get a cut."
"A cut? Maybe. Argh! But right now it's absolutely unbearable! The hair gets in my eyes!" He complained while trying to smooth his bangs back with his hand so that they wouldn't fall on his face and blurry his vision.
"Here." She passed a few bobby-pins from her pocket. "The lazy way."
Denmark was giving her an doubtful look.
"Oh, come on now. Let me just get those hair out of the way." She motioned for him bow his head down a little to her level and he did so that she could pull the hair from his face.
He watched her eyes focus on his head and her hands gently work their way through his hair. "Since when have you become my hairstylist?"
"Shush. Or else I'm gonna rip out some hair with skin. There. You have a Norwegian wig right now on your head."
When Denmark reached the closest mirror he could, he saw that Faroe really did duplicate Norway's hairstyle on him, especially with the way she criss-crossed two pins to secure his hair. "Norwig indeed. Hey! Hey! Am I Norwegian now?!"
"Heh. No, not really. You two are not very alike."
