Denmark slept until nearly twelve the next morning, having had a long day and late night previously. Of course, Hungary had insisted that the photos he got be uploaded and sent through that night (which he forgot to do until late) and he wanted to secure the pictures of Iceland in case he came around looking for them. He sat there for while wondering if he'd be let off the hook if he emailed Norway to show him the pictures, but then again he'd put a whole bunch of other stuff on the end and he didn't quite feel that lucky.

Even after he woke up he lay around in bed. He wasn't used to being away from Norway for this long; he hadn't been since they were Vikings and had to go out to see. Now he just barged into Norway's house whenever he wasn't already there. He also wasn't used to caring this much about whether he did that or not. Maybe it was because Norway gave him something nice in return this time. He groaned; he still had half a mind to run and jump on that little Norwegian right now

He found himself sitting in the kitchen, looking into his late morning, early afternoon coffee, half an hour later. Maybe it was because he always felt like Norway just really didn't like him at these times, but the box of gifts he had was meant to prove otherwise. It wasn't giving the same effect as actually seeing him though, even if the picture he got did help. He couldn't love a box and squeeze any sort of kind words out of it.

He pulled said box forward, moving his coffee to the side, for the first time that day. Picking up the 11th box, he immediately noticed how light it was. It felt like there was nothing in it, which would be extremely odd. All of the other small things, like the block of chocolate or the Santa hat, had at least had a small amount of weight to them, but this was just cardboard weight. He opened the lid and picked up a piece of paper from inside. There was nothing but a short message in a neat font handwritten across the square.

'Jeg elsker deg.'

As the Dane read the three words over again, he felt warmer and concluded a second time that his boyfriend was a mind reader.

"Jeg elsker også dig Norge," he said smiling.

The next night he felt a lot better as he fell asleep next to Norway's captured smile, not blocked out by the little love note lodged in the same frame.