With Sweden and Denmark, friendship was never an option. Truthfully, Norway never really know why the two hated each other and often attacked one another with their weapons when they were in a pissy mood.

Watching the two older Nordics fight, Tino and Kristin sighed heavily and waited for the right moment to step in. They wondered why they couldn't just be friends and get along, but apparently that was impossible.

Back outside, Denmark and Sweden were violently attacking each other. Rolling in the snow as they strangled each other, both bloody and practically bruised. As they stopped rolling, Sweden was atop of the Dane and tore his hand away from the other's shirt, balling it into a fist, he quickly brought it down on the Dane's jaw-urging a sickening snap to fill the open air. Kristin and Tino heard the snap and shuddered.

Denmark, who seemed unfazed by the fact that his jaw was now dislocated as he slowly retaliated and brought his knee up to harshly dig it into the Swed's stomach. Berwald tried to ignore it, but then he didn't notice the fact that Mathias practically pounded his fist into his face, ultimately breaking his nose. As the crimson liquid dripped out of his nose, Mathias pulled his fist back to return the favour to his jaw, but then Kristin and Tino quickly ran over to pull the two Scandinavian countries apart. Kristin pulled Berwald off Mathias, trying to keep him back from doing further damage to the Dane, while Tino had a slight problem holding the furious Dane that tried to get out of the Fin's grasp to kill Berwald.

Kristin sighed as she held onto Sweden's arm, noticing that he was bleeding profusely from the nose. Looking over to the Finnish male, she started to lead Berwald into the house. "Calm Denmark down for me, would you..? I'll take care of Sweden." Finland felt uneasy but nodded his head never the less. When Kristin was inside of the house with Sweden, Denmark seemed to calm down quickly-thankful to God that the little bastard wasn't around anymore. Finland sighed softly in relief, also thankful that he didn't have to deal with a Dane trying to rip his face off.

Finland, feeling that Mathias was ready to be taken back inside, he led him inside but placed him back into the living room with Iceland-who was paying attention to the fight from the window.

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In the bathroom, Kristin did her best to stop the bleeding by pressing a cloth against the other's nose. Her hands covered in the red liquid, she gently gripped on the tip of the Swedish males nose, she quickly forced it to move back and forth before it settled back in place. Sweden let out a small groan of pain as the bleeding slowly stopped, but held the cloth to his nose just in case.

Going to the sink, Kristin used her forearm to turn on the tap and put her hands under the lukewarm water to let the blood run down the drain, some of the red staining the whiteness of the sink. Berwald watched Kristin in the back, removing his glasses to set them to the side for now as he stared at Kristin in the mirrors reflection, taking the cloth away from his nose.

"You didn't have to help. I could have done it myself." Kristin tore her snowflake blue eyes from her hands that were still being cleaned from the water and looked at Berwald's reflection. A small smile formed on her lips as she felt that her hands were cleaned enough and turned the tap off, grabbing the towel and dried her hands. Pulling herself up to sit on the sink, she just stared at the male.

"I know, but I wanted to help. Not just because Tino would be worried sick." Kristin simply shrugged her shoulders as she replied, her arms crossed against her chest. Berwald simply chuckled as he tossed the cloth into the clothes bin that was besides the door and got up from his seat on the toilet, stepping over to the Norwegian. Stepping close enough where he was both stopped by the ending of the counter top of the sink, but also because his body was close enough to Kristin's, but they didn't touch. Raising his hand, he gently ran his fingers through the blonde tresses of her hair, remembering how short her hair was when they first started out as young Vikings. When they started out, her hair wasn't even passed her ears, but she still had her trademark hair clip.

Running his fingers from her hair, he gently used the tips of his fingers to run across her flawless white skin. Berwald kept his small smile as he caressed her skin. "You've changed, Norway."

Kristin didn't know what he meant when he said that she changed. She's remained the same for as long as she could remember-just as emotionless and caring. It confused her on how she changed in Berwald's eyes. "What do you mean..?"

Berwald didn't answer as he let out a low chuckle and leaned forward. Kristin didn't move an inch as she watched the other, but when she felt the other's lips against her own-she blinked in confusion. The kiss between them was relitivly short, but Kristin loved how soft and caring it was, it reminded her of Denmark's kisses, but this was some-what different.

Before she had a chance to respond to the kiss, Berwald pulled back. Giving a final smirk, he left the bathroom, leaving Kristin on the counter, confused and blushing. The Norwegian glared at the back of the Swedish male, her blush dying down as she gently muttered as she jumped down from the counter to leave herself.

"Asshole.."