''I won, I won, I won, I won! I fucking won!''

In the Nordic house, as named by most of it's inhabitants, was happening .. chaos. It was the morning of the 19th of May, 2013 and Rebekah was nearly jumping around. The other people in the house knew how annoying and childish could the Danish nation get and they choose to ignore it most of the time, but now it was almost unbearable.

Rebekah smirked as she noticed the Swedish woman who was sitting on the couch, quietly reading a book. She sneaked behind her and put her hands on Birgitte's shouders, pressing them down.

''I won in yer face, Sverige. Damn, yer song and yer stupid brother didn't even reach the top five. Damn, you are so pathetic. We won while you hosted the show!''

The Swede growled at that. Sure, their song this year wasn't as good as Euphoria or Heathbreak hotel and it wasn't even somewhere near to Popular but it was an okay song for her. She grabbed Rebekah's hands, squeezing them hard.

''Sweden won last year if you don't remember, my dear Dane. And Euphoria was thousand times better than Only teardrops but I didn't shout or dance all over the house after we won.''

''Oh, nej, of course you didn't. But you did celebrate later that night in Tomi's room, didn't you? All those moans and pants .. Good thing you didn't get preggers because I don't think I will survive another Swede in the house.''

Birgitte flushed bright red at Rebekah's words and quickly let go of her hands, returning her attention to the book in her lap. The Danish nation smirked at her reaction, her eyes searching the room for another victim. Oh, of course, the dear Norwegian. Margaret Steilsson neé Bondevik was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for her precious twins, Álmar and Ingrid. Rebekah didn't like her children at all and of course, Anniken wasn't allowed to communicate with them, despite living in the same house (not that Anniken really listened to her mother about that, of course).

''Hey, Marges! Gotta feed your love to someone, hm?''

The Norwegian raised a brow at Rebekah, putting the knife down because there was a big possibility for her to to try and stab the Dane with it. It had happened before after all.

''I don't quite understand what you mean, Rebekah. If you are referring to the song, I am quite proud with the 4th place. It is not the same as 1st, but close enough. Though the phrase 'It is more expensive in Norway.'- .. Did you make Christen put it there?''

''Nah, of course not. But it is the truth after all. Besides, you hosted Eurovision in 2010, isn't that enough for ya?''

Margaret only huffed, grabbing the knife once again and going back to cooking. Rebekah sighed at this, crossing her hands. Of course, they chose to ignore the almighty queen of Scandinavia. Miserable peasants... Emil was walking downstairs with sleepy expression. Oh, noes. Now she would have to witness a not-needed scene of affection between the two. And Emil wasn't even worth taunting. He would most likely ignore her every word except if it had something to do with his precious Margaret, his kids or Elíná. And using that against him never ended good. Of course, being a Dane, Rebekah managed to get our of the mess she usually started only with a few scratches, because, well- Dane, therefore your argument is invalid.

''Hey, mama?'

At first, the blonde nation didn't understand where the voice was coming from until she noticed the blonde head poking out from under the table. Of course, Anniken. The girl loved being under the table in the kitchen. She probably learnt that from Lukas. He had the habit to hide under tables when her dear brother, Mathias was after him.

''Yes, dear?''

''You know it's not good to laugh at Aunt Margaret and Aunt Birgitte because they didn't quali- … they weren't able to get to the final. Daddy and Aunt Hilda also didn't quoli- .. qualify for the finals.''

Rebekah raised a brow slightly at her eight years old daughter.

''Your far doesn't really care about the contest, kæreste.''

''I know mama, but it means much for Aunt Hilda and it's not nice when she is sad.''

''But- Anniken, you know it also-'' Seeing the look Anniken gave her, the Dane gave up and sighed. ''Fine, I won't talk about my win.'' She turned her head away because, really who could say no to this angel face. ''Where is your father?''

''I've got no idea. But thank you Mama.''

Nonetheless to say that Roderich was very proud with his daughter because of that. The people who managed to get Rebekah to shut up weren't much, after all.

I am so sorry for not updating. You know, personal stuff and school and shit. Besides I am learning Dutch, so yah. Enjoy. owo

~DiAngeloFan