Hey guys! I'm kinda still a little bit sick but, I'm still going to school and I have make up work from the days that I was absent so I'm probably gonna be a bit behind. Anyway, this is chapter 52, I feel accomplished! Please oh please tell me what you guys think of it because I might be going in a few different directions with this and I'm not sure how everyone will react, though I could always keep it going how it is haha. Oh one more thing, there is gonna be a lot of different languages in here so all of the translations are at the bottom in order in which they appear in the story. Anyway, I'll stop rambling, here ya go!

Norway's pov

The warm sun beamed down on us as we zipped through the streets on the little red mo-ped Denmark had rented. Some streets were smooth like regular roads but others were made of cobblestone making the ride less enjoyable. Still though, the day was so beautiful that it overshadowed the uncomfortable jostling.

The mo-ped slowed and then stopped causing me to snap back into reality. "Are ya hungry?" Denmark asked getting off the bike and unbuckling his helmet. I nodded and followed his example. He led me into the café he had stopped at and sat down at an outside table. "I swear this has got to be the best café in town" he nearly bragged. "I've never been to any place here better, I'm sure you'll love it!" he stated enthusiastically.

A waiter came over to our table and turned to Denmark. "Bonjour monsieur! Souhaitez-vous essayer notre special aujourd'hui?" he asked in a thick French accent. At first I was rather surprised at the different dialect considering everyone we've met so far (which was very few) all spoke English. "Bonjour monsieur. Non merci, je vais commencer avec un soda et la dame aura une limonade." Denmark responded in a surprisingly impressive French accent.

The waiter nodded and hurried off. Once he was out of hearing range I leaned over the table and whispered "la dame…really?". Denmark scratched the back of his head almost apologetically. "I didn't know you could speak French and well, I think he thought you were a girl anyway" he confessed. I frowned, "of course I can speak French, what do you think I was doing reading all those language books way back when?" I asked.

"uh…I never really noticed you were reading language books, I always thought they were novels like the rest" he answered sounding surprised. I rolled my eyes, "pour votre information, je peux parler un francais parfait.". Denmark raised his eye brows with a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. "l'amour, le francais est facile. Alors quells trucs d'autres avez-vous dans votre manche?"

I chuckled. "Quite a few actually, try me." I tempted him. He laughed too as our waiter came back with our drinks. "Que puis-je vous obtenez?" he asked. "Je voudrais un steak-frites s'il tu plait" I answered before Denmark could order for me. "Je vais avoir le meme." Denmark then stated glaring at me playfully.

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After lunch we drove into town for a little shopping, which I was surprised Denmark actually wanted to do especially with me seeing how I would probably blow at least 200 dollars on souvenirs and stuff for Soren.

"Norge check this out!" Denmark exclaimed from across the store. The poor lady behind the counter jumped and put a hand to her chest. I sighed and made my over to him glaring ever so slightly. "What is so important that you have to yell across the store?" I asked him expecting something amazing, but of course it was just Denmark being ridiculous again.

In his hands he held such a monstrosity as a portable foot tanner. I rolled my eyes again. "Denmark there is a beach outside of our house, you don't need a foot tanner." I explained rationally. Denmark pouted dramatically. "Why are you always such a party pooper Norja?" he asked exasperatedly. I raised a single blond eyebrow at him. "Norja? That's a new one and in Finnish too" I commented.

Denmark grinned, "En halunnut muuttaa sita". I grinned back at him, "sinua vakavasti aliarvioida kykyni". Denmark laughed "oh please Norge, I would never underestimate you. I know fair well what you can do" he said with a wink.

I smirked and began to walk away to survey more items in the store when he grabbed my arm. "where ya going Norvegia?" he said almost adoringly. "to look around. And in how many languages are you going to say my name before you realize it's already lost its charm?" I responded. "I don't know, Norway, Norge, Norja, Noorwegen, Norwega, Norvege, Norwegen, Norvegia, Noregur, Norwegia, Norvegija….Lukas" he answered whispering the very last part in my ear.

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help the rising butterflies in my stomach cause a large grin the spread across my face. "Come on lover boy, there's about a million more stores I want to hit before the day is done".

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The second we arrived back at home Denmark crashed on the couch fully clothed, and shopping bags still in hand. I chuckled. "Come on den, we have to pack if we want to make our flight tomorrow morning" I said warningly. Denmark moaned exasperatedly. I sighed and took the bags from his hands to escort them to the bedroom where they would be unpacked and loaded into suitcases for the trip back home.

It took Denmark a good twenty minutes before he was off the couch and helping but I'm not complaining, at least he's helping. "I'm gonna miss it here just me and you, but hey I miss little Soren to much to stay a minute longer" Denmark confessed as he folded and packed the new one-sie we got Soren messily. I smiled thoughtfully and nodded in agreement as I zipped up my clothes suitcase and toiletries duffel bag. "What's left to pack?" Denmark asked as he too zipped up his clothing bag. "Just a few more trinkets" I answered, picking up the ignored bags of souvenirs.

Once everything was in a safe and travel friendly place Denmark and I flopped on the bed hoping to get at least a little sleep before our extremely early flight the next morning. "Hey Norge" Denmark said waking me from almost sleep. "Yes?" I answered somewhat reluctantly. "We're still gonna use those uh…special items Finland made you buy right? Even when we get home?" he asked.

I couldn't help the burst of insane laughter that slipped through my lips even if only for it split second. "Why wouldn't we? Probably not very often until Soren is old enough to go to sleep on his own and not cry every hour when he wakes up." I answered after I had controlled myself.

"Haha ok good" Denmark responded snuggling into my side for a change. "Hey Denmark?" I asked as if in that moment he could have possibly fallen asleep. "Yeah?" he answered immediately. "Jeg elsker deg". I felt him smile against the skin of neck. "I love you too Norge". It was nice being able to spend two fantastic weeks on an island just the two of us. What did he say this place was called again? Nantucket I think. Well wherever I am its beautiful and this house is amazing and luxurious but nothing beats being back home. Even as much as I loved it here, I couldn't wait for tomorrow.

Oh my god. I took SO LONG TO PUBLISH THIS. In case you didn't read the post I made on my face book page (which you can check out and like: 3) I was quite busy with writing poetry for this book. I wanted to make it perfect considering it is to be published. And obviously just regular distractions of the day. So all that matters is that this is published and my slight case of writers block is gone. Phew ok so yeah like I said check out my page on facebook k bye

Translations

FRENCH:

Hello sir! Would you like to try our special today?

Hello sir. No thank you, I will start with a soda and the lady will have lemonade.

For your information, I can speak perfect French.

Love, French is easy. So what else do you have up your sleeve?

What can I get you?

I want steak and fries please.

I'm having the same.

FINNISH:

Norway

I wanted to change it up.

You seriously underestimate my abilities.

(The next translations are just Norway in various languages: 3)

NORWEGIAN

I love you