The day had long gone by the team the Nordics and Canada got back to the house. Canada was exhausted. Norway watched his son carefully as he made his way to couch.

"You may want to go to bed. It's late." Norway told Matthew softly.

Nodding the nation gave Norway a half smile. "Yeah."

Norway reached out and gave Canada a quick hug before he went upstairs. "If you need anything call me okay?" He said

"I will. Night." Matthew answered.

After Canada had left, Norway shakily made his way over to the couch and sat down. He was tired but knew he wouldn't sleep. There had been so much tension in the day and he could feel magical energies floating everywhere. Wisps of long dead auras and whispers of ancient creatures. To a normal person this would of been whimsical, to Norway it was simply annoying. Annoying because it made him tired and weaker. He grabbed a pillow off the couch and hugged it tightly. He had used so much magic on England in their fight it had been making him even more susceptible to the drain of magic it took to control what he could see. He wished he had been stronger than England in the magic department if he had maybe he wouldn't have lost Canada so easily. God he was tired. When he felt ancient things and auras, it felt like when one stared at a screen to long but a hundred times more exhausting. He also had the other Nordics in his and Denmark's kitchen make to loud noises. Ugh why did today have to be so tiresome. He wanted some coffee but the kitchen was too loud. He could handle it though. He had worse days then this.

"H'y Norw'y? You okay?"

Norway vision was filled with Sweden's bright yellow aura. "Huh, Yes I am fine." He answered how the question in his usual way.

In front of him, he saw Sweden shake his head slightly. "Y' lie to m'ch." He said grasping Norway hand. "Come 'n".

Before Norway realized he was being pulled off the couch and towards the front door. "Sweden! What are.? Hey." He managed to sputter as Sweden all but carried him outside.

The Swede gave no answer and just kept leading Norway away from the house. He stopped at the edge of the forest behind the house.

"Sweden why did you drag me out here?" Norway hoped that he didn't sound too angry but he was certainly annoyed and the walk left he already aching head spinning.

"Sit d'wn for a mom'nt." The Swede said sitting down upon the grass himself. Norway tried not to roll his eyes as he listened to the Swede and sat down.

"It is literally 12 at night why are we out here." He asked.

Sweden was silent for a few moments. "You d'n't feel well. Outside...'t always m'de you feel better...just breathe f'r a bit."

Norway felt the Swede staring at him through the darkness. "Fine." He sighed. After a while Norway felt a little more relaxed as he felt the cool of the night enter his soul the buzzing he had in his head had slowed quite down greatly. Subconsciously, he leaned against Sweden's shoulder and they silently watched the night sky. He couldn't tell how long they had been there before Sweden spoke.

"F'll better?" He asked.

"Yeah a bit...how did you know it would help?" Norway asked.

"It uses t' when w' were l'ttle." Sweden answered.

Norway smiled in the night. When they were little, Norway barely remembered it. He knew that Denmark and Sweden remembered more of the Nordics childhood because they were older. But Denmark seemed to often try and forget those times, where as Sweden always remembered. He never forgot a story or even an old song.

"I don't remember those times very well." He said. The words felt sad as he said them.

"I kn'w." Sweden replied. "I do."

"Yeah you always have. It's kinda weird. You remember so much when I am the one with magic that can see memories. I guess I am not that powerful huh...at least not enough to..." to have stopped England. Was the slilent end to his statement.

"You a're powerful. Just you a're kinder than 'ngland. You c're about others." Sweden said.

"I don't know about that one. I am pretty emotionless." Norway felt Sweden wrap a arm around him.

"No. You a're not. You feel th'ngs deeper th'n any of us. You just h've a hard time show'ng it." Sweden said.

Norway didn't answer him but felt in the silence a tear trickle down his face. "Do you think Matthew can tell..."

"H' knows you love him." Sweden said firmly. "If he can t'll when I s'mle, he can tell you love him."

"Thanks." Norway said. He hoped the Swede was right. He prayed for it. Sweden quietly stood up.

"I am going b'ck inside. You w'nt to stay?" He asked.

"Yeah... I think I need some time." Norway answered.

Sweden nodded and headed back to the house.

For I while Norway sat there pondering the words Sweden had said. He truly was a good friend even if they had had their fights. Norway could appreciate the direct approach than Sweden would say things. He found it calming. And Sweden had been right about the cool air and star filled sky making him feel better. He stood still a little wobbly but no longer a headache ready to walk back to house. Before he made a single step he felt someone grabbed him from behind and put a hand over his mouths. He let out a stuttered cry as he smelled something sweet and entered into unconsciousness.