Denmark had begun to get worried. Nor had barely recovered at all! He paced the living room, what could he do to cheer nor up? He could get the beer? No, Nor would just get angry... Ah! It suddenly hit him, he smiled deviously "Ice cream and movie night... Always works..." and thus he headed out.
After about 20 minutes, he had gotten Nor's favourite type of ice cream, that tress thingy they have in norway. The one with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry in one box, like in three lines just like a tricolor flag- and that other stuff... UUhh... Krokan is... Hazelnut or Brizzle... Like caramellised hazel, and of course the chocolate and caramel sauce... Denmark was sure this was going to cheer Nor up.
He put the hazelnut icecream into a bowl, pouring some caramel sauce over it, and then he headed upstairs. He knocked gently on Nor's door. who replied with a tired
"Come in..."
Denmark did just that, he opened the foor with a big smile, closing it slowly behind him "Heeyaaa nor! Brought ya something good!"
Norway grunted "What do you mean 'something good'? Bror, are you annoyingly trying to cheer me up... again..?"
Denmark laughed "Yup! And this time it's gonna work! I brought Krokan is!"
Norway's head peeked up at this "You serious?" he asked, wincing.
Denmark rushed over "Hehe Yup!" He handed the bowl to the smaller man, who stared at it like it was poison.
"You sure this is it?" he asked, seemingly suspicious.
The dane nodded again "Yah, just have a taste already!" he groaned, plopping down into the Norwegian's study chair.
Norway nodded, picking up the spoon and taking a small bite out of the cold deliciousness. He sat up, bringing another spoonfull to his lips. And for the first in ages he smiled, a sincere smile that seemed to light up the entire room.
Denmark smiled too "See?" he tipped on the chair, leaning it backwards, almost falling off a few times.
"Norway looked up, the spoon still in his mouth, he put it down into the bowl, looking away as he mumbeled a quick "Thank you..."
But the dane had heard it... He smiled "Very welcome!"
Norway shook his head "I mean it... Thank you, for... You know..." he sighed, his social awkwardness showing.
To be honest the dane found it quite endearing.
"For trying so hard to cheer me up... I appreciate it..." he looked away.
Denmark grinned, but that fell nearly ten seconds later when Norway's shoulders started to shake. He hurried over, putting a hand on the smaller man's shoulder.
"Hey, nor? What's wrong?" he asked softly.
the norwegian shook his head, hiding his face in his hands "Nothing... Its... nothing." he said just as softly.
Denmark frowned "If it was nothing you wouldn't be like this..." he said firmly, sliding his arm around the smaller man's waist.
"No, really... It's nothing..." The norwegain tried to brush Denmark off, but Denmark being Demnark, would have none of that.
Finally Norway said "I can't see them anymore..." he sucked in a breath, finally showing Denmark his face.
Norway's eyes held sadness, fear and frustration. And tears were gently rolling down his cheeks, that were slightly flushed from his fever.
"See? See what?" The dane had a sneaking suspicion of what he was talking about.
Norway was trembling, and he looked like he was struggling with something, knowing Norway he was probably trying not to cry anymore than he already had.
"My fairies, My troll, Nøkken, or... Any of them" he hid his face behind his hands again, letting out a soft sob that teared at the dane's heart.
It was unusual for Norway to cry, he hadn't done so since the 22 of July, when Breivik had bombed his capital city and killed all those teens... Denmark bit his lower lip, unsure of what to do, he just held the Norwegian, slightly rocking back and forth.
After a few minutes, what he needed to do hit him like a speeding truck.
With a smile slowly forming on his lips, he pulled away from the Norwegian and pulled his phone off of the nightsand and unlocked it, before Norway could say anything he said "Don't hit me, i've known your passcode forever..." and dialed a number.
Norway was confused; Just what the hell was denmark trying to do!? Even if Denmark said he had known, it didn't make it less tempting to smack him across the face. Or he would, normally... Right now, he wasn't so sure he was even able to do that...
Very much like England, he had lost the ability to use his legs temporarily, and as a bonus he had lost the ability to see his magical friends... They were probably scared, trying to call out to him..
This thought scared him the most, now he would be all alone at night...
He watched closely as Denmark made a few more calls, but he didn't even bother to listen in.
But after hearing the dane stop talking, he looked up to see denmark with a colossal grin on his face, Norway gasped.
Denmark was handsome, to say te least, and Norway had felt some sort of attraction to him for quite some time, but he had hidden it well.
After quickly composing himself, he cleared his thoat "Get that grin off your face or i'll have to smack you..." he threatened.
But Denmark's grin grew as he slowly walked over, stopping before Norway's bed. "Hey Nor~~" his voice was low, and a little bit threatening.
Norway swallowed thickly, thank god the dane was too dense to notice.
"What is it?" he said flatly, as Denmark looked especially vicious at the moment.
Denmark shook his head "Oh nothing you need to worry about Nor... We're just going out for a bit... a walk you could say..." he finished slowly.
Norway's brow rose "Are you an idiot? Have you already forgotten, bror?"
Denmark shook his head in response "Who said you were doing the walking?" he said with a smug grin, pulling on his glove to make sure it was properly in place.
Norway was quick to catch on, and sent the dane one of his famous death glares "You wouldn't dare..." he threatened.
Denmark simply nodded before lifting the smaller man out of the bed, carrying him like a princess.
Norway's eyes darkened, promising a slow and painful death to the dane, who simply ignored it.
Well, Norway was not submitting to humiliation without a fight, so he punched the dane square in the jaw, making him lose grip on the smaller man, before wriggling himself free and practically crawling over to his bedroom closet while the dane was nursing his injured jaw.
"Helvede i bit my tongue!" he hissed, his eyes moistening.
Norway grinned, victory was his once again...
"Norge you ass! Why would you do that to me!?" the dane whined, trying to use his hand as a fan to "blow away the ouchie".
The norwegian snorted "You deserved it..." he said simply, trying to get into a standing position, which proved to be more difficult than it had to be. but finally, he was standing on trembling legs, opening his closet and pulling out his crutches.
The dane's jaw dropped "You aren't serious right now, are you?", his expression darkened further when the smaller nordic nodded.
"Come on Nor! That's going to take forever!" he whined, lightly stomping on the ground.
Norway glared at him "Fuck off... I'm walking myself..." he tilted his head upwards stubbronly, sowly struggling over to the door, his legs quaking everytime he took a step. Small grunts of pain escaoed him.
Denmark watched for about twenty seconds, before he grumbled in annoyance and all but throwing the norwegian over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried the kicking and screaming nation out of the house, Finland throwing them a worried, yet confused glance on the way.
The nurses also stared wide eyed at the duo as they entered the building, Norway had given up struggling and had let the Dane carry him bridal-style instead of laying over his shoulders.
Denmark slammed the door into Englad's room open, only to see him and America crying on the bed with Harry potter and the deathly hallows open in their hands, probably at the part where snape died, Denmark guessed...
England quickly dried his tears "Ah, there you are... When i heard i was quite worried... Norway, are you allright?" England's brows were furrowed, and America placed the book on the nightstand.
Norway crossed his arms, glaring at nothing in particular.
Denmark sighed, wanting to get it overwith as soon as possible "He says he can't see his magical creature thingies anymore..." he stated, placing the smaller nation onto a chair by England's bedside.
England furrowed his brows in confusion "Well..." he began, then pausing "Can you see mine?" he gestured towards his nighttable, at thin air no less. Nonetheless Norway squinted, then shook his head no.
England rubbed the back of his head "How long ave you been unable to see them?" he questioned, his eyes now deadly serious.
The norwegian looked deep in thought "The day after all that bullshit with Alice ended..." he then said, noding at himself.
England's brows rose in surprise "Two weeks? Oh dear... This is more serious than i thought... Ah, try to summon your troll?" he stated, pointing demandingly at the norwegian, who nodded and stuck out his hand.
Denmark grabbed it, causing the smaller man to sqeak in a very manly way mind you, and cancel the spell. England's eyes flared "What the hell do you htink you are doing you bloody sod!? Haven't you learned a thing from what happened when America interrupted my spell!? It's dangerous!" he fumed.
America placed a calming hand onto his shoulder, silencing him "Shush babe, let him explain himself..." he murmured, and England leaned into his touch "Thank you dear..." he mumbeled in response.
"If his magic is so low that he can't use his legs, let alone see his damned fairies, wouldn't it endanger him more?" the dane growled, still not letting go of Norway's hand.
England shook his head "Summoning his troll is as easy as breathing to him, Norway here has a formidable amount of magic, he surpasses me by far..."
Norway nodded, if not a little reluctantly, while Denmark smirked, sticking his tongue out at America who seemed to get the idea of what he meant "Hell no dude... It doesn't mean he's better than Iggy at magic..."
Norway nodded in agreement, but only after elbowing the dane in the stomach "Lots of magic energy means nothing if you can't use it..." he sighed.
England nodded in agreement "That's right... But we're getting off track here..." he cleared his throat before continuing "As i was saying, Norway has a colossal amount of magic power, and that spell he used against Alice, was a draining spell... It drags out some of her magic and mixes it with the natural magic of plants and such, then freezing the target momentarily after a while, also bringing upon them great pain. But," he took a quick breath before finishing "this also means that it's a very draining spell..." he finished, meeting the dane's eyes, he had gotten most of it, but something still bothered him, so he voiced his thoughts "What does that mean? He should have died?"
England nodded "Normally, yes. If i had been the one to cast that spell, i would have been gone long before doing even half the damage that Norway did... That's why it's a forbidden spell... Since it usually ends up in the user dying..." he took a deep breath, sighing when he was finished.
Norway turned to the dane, a questioning look on his face "Did you understand?" he sounded like he really didn't expect much, but Denmark nodded, he could be smart too! Sometimes...
Denmark finally released the norwegian's hand, sighing in relief "So it's not dangerous then... Go ahead Nor!" he took a step back, considering that Norway's troll had a habit of punching him as soon as it laid eyes on him. Norway stuck out his hand again, pulling it upwards in a swift motion as soft blue light surrounded his hand. The light faded and England gasped in surprise, Norway turned as well, but could see nothing. "Did it work?" he asked, cocking his head to the side in an attempt to hide the dissapointment and grief he was feeling.
England swallowed thickly, nodding. "Yes... Indeed it did, you mean you really can't see?" he said nervously, and Norway nodded. Suddenly his bottom was no longer touching the chair, he gasped in surprise, hanging in loose air. The troll had apparently picked him up.
When norway felt pressure against his whole body, and warmth as well, he knew he was being embraced, and so he hugged it back.
"Holy shit it didn't hit me this time!" Denmark stared in awe at what was happening.
The troll gently placed Norway back onto his chair, at England's request.
"Sit still love..." he murmured as his hand slowly travelled over Norway's head, he furrowed his brows. "Oh..." he mumbeled here and there, before finally pulling back.
Norway already knew what he was going to say before England even said it "It's the trauma isn't it?" his voice shook slightly, and he wrapped his arms around his own torso in an attempt to comfort himself.
England nodded "I could unlock them for you, but i would need Romania and my brothers for that... For now i can restore some of your powers tough, so you at least will be able to walk again..." he stated matter of factly.
Norway shook his head "You don't need to... It'll return on it's own...You need rest" he sighed, rubbing his temples, while Denmark could only stare quizzically into thin air.
"What the hell do you mean by trauma?" he finally said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
Norway sighed again "When a person able to use magic uses too much of it, in a short period of time, their body and mind will build up defenses to stop your brain from shutting down or use that much magic again, often sealing off a person's ability or even the magic itself... I have lost the ability to see my creatures because of this... We call it Magic-trauma..." he said sadly, shaking his head.
Denmark but his lower lip, he knew how important those creatures were to him, he needed to fix it! "Is there any way to get that ability back?" he decided to tread carefully, so he wouldn't be smacked by either nations.
Norway nodded slowly "Yes, you open your mind with magic... But it takes a lot of magical power, so often you need more people to help..." England nodded in agreement, before touching Norway's leg carefully, a green light emitting from his hand, before Norway could protest he was finished an pulled back, a pleased smile on his face "There... You should be able to walk around now... But make sure you get plently of rest..." he said sternly, Norway nodded and mumbeled a small "thank you" in response.
Denmark stopped the engine, about to climb out of the car when he noticed that the Norwegian wasn't getting out. The dane smiled as his gaze landed on Norway, who had fallen asleep at some point. Denmark chuckled, and went over to retrieve the smaller man, carrying him into the house. Iceland immediately came to greet them, his eyes widening in worry and fear as he laid eyes on his brother "Big brother! what happened!?" he questioned, his usually blank demanour gone, "Shhhh icey, he's just asleep... Probably tired" Denmark whispered, making iceland sigh in relief "Thank goodness... I tought something bad had happened..." he smiled, removing a strand of blond hair from the sleeping man's face.
Iceland kissed his brother's cheek mumbling a good night before heading off.
Denmark gently placed the norwegian down onto his bed after having struggled greatly with changing the other man's clothes. He couldn't sleep in his everyday clothes, now could he?
He kissed the smaller man's forehead before leaving for his own room, good god a beer would have been great at that moment... Too much stress in such a short perios of time, the dane could really feel it tearing at him...
Norway blinked, the morning sunligt making his eyes hurt, he felt much better than he had yesterday though, thanks to England rejuvinating him... But still he felt... empty, since there were no fairies to wish him goodmorning anymore... A stray tear fell from his eye, the thought of never seeing them again terrefied him... He stood up, ignoring his head's pounding as he took the few steps that led him to the center of his room, his legs were still shaky as shit, for not being used in a while. He looked around himself, before picking up the chalk from his nightstand. He stared at it, for just a moment before sitting down to draw the necessary circle for the spell he had in mind.
He hesitated, he definately did not have enough magic left to pull this off, his face hardened as he made his decision, it would be worth it... to see his dear friends again he would to anything...
Denmark sipped his coffe, glaring at the clock. Three minutes until he could wake Nor... He had tried to do so earlier but Finland had hit him with the frying pan and Iceland had sent mr. puffin on him... Bastards...
as the clock reached 10 am, he grinned widely, rushing up the stairs. He was about to knock, but froze. He could hear talking... It was low, soft like a whisper, and it was talking rapidly. Was he on the phone? He knocked twice before opening the door, only to be met with a blinding green light, he saw the circle, and Nor in the middle of it. His anger flared he didn't! he thought bitterly, about to slap the smaller man senseless. But then he froze, remembering England's words. If i stop it he might die! What should i do!? he could feel himself panicking. Was he supposed to stop what was happening or let it happen?
It took all his willpower to not rush over, but it didn't take long before the light died down. Denmark blinked, his vision still bubbly and unclear form the earlier light. When he regained his vision, Norway stood there, stiff. His eyes were wide open and small squeaks escaped from his open mouth. He gasped out loud as a strong wind seemed to come from below, making his hair whip around his face.
After about ten seconds, the wind stopped and Norway gasped loudly as his eyes rolled back into his head. He stumbled forwards a few steps, before tripping. Denmark barely managed to catch him before his head hit the ground. "Nor you fucking idiot!?" he screamed at the lifeless body in his arms. Norway's body convulsed once, before becoming motionless. Denmark felt the panic from earlier flare up again as he leaned down, his ear directly above the other's mouth. He was breathing, and after checking the pulse and finding out that it was indeed still there, Denmark came to the conclusion that he had just fainted.
"Helvede..." he mumbeled under his breath, as he sat back, relief washing over him like a wave. His anger then flared "God damnit!" he growled as pulled his hair back. Tears-, i'm sorry, excessive victory was about to spill from his eyes "God damnit, god damnit, god damnit!" he punched the floor, making a loud thud as he leaned down and nuzzled th smaller man's neck. "You fucking moron..." he mumbled, only to be hit across the back of his head. His head shot back and with a glare he snarled "What the hell was that for!?"
Norway looked pained, but he was still very much alive "An idiot really..." he gasped, most likely in pain "Shouldn't call other people idiots..." he finished. Even breathing seemed to be hard, and Denmark couldn't help frown, as the unshed tears finally fell, he hugged the other close "You scared the living shit out of me you know... Fuck, never do that again! How could you even think about doing something that stupid!?" he growled, sniffling a little. Norway's eyes softened as they too filled with tears "I'm sorry!" he cried "I'm so sorry! But-!" he wheezed, before continuing "I had to see them... I couldn't stand it! They are like family to me! And now they're gone!" he sobbed, struggling to catch his breath each sentence..
Denmark's face softened as he gently ruffled Norway's hair "Shh... It's okay... i understand... They'll come back, i promise..." he cooed, cupping the smaller man's cheek. Norway nodded, and leaned against the bigger man.
"Okay..." his voice was barely above a whisper.
"Do you... regret casting that spell?" Denmark spoke after a while.
Norway shook his head "Not for a second..." he seemed to have an easier time breathing now at least...
Denmark grinned "Good, because you looked really cool right then!" he giggled, causing Norway to smile a little as well.
Norway almost shrank under the gentleman's intense glare, but he held his mask.
England was let out of the hospital just a few minutes ago, and bullshit had already happened... Great!
"You do realize what you have done right?" he fumed, pacing back and forth "You could have gotten yourself killed you twat!" he continued his lecturing, like Norway was some child caught doing something bad.
"I said i was sorry... I was... I wasn't in my right mind okay?" the norwegian snapped, crossing his arms in the hospital bed.
England was seconds from exploding "Don't even give me that! You could have asked us to help! You made everyone sick with worry! You do realize your brother has been crying for three hours straight, don't you!?" he snapped, pointing an accusing finger at the blue eyed man, who flinched.
He looked so guilty England felt genuinely bad for him.
"I... I wasn't aware of that..." he mumbeled, looking at the door to his hospital room.
Denmark gulped, his ear pressed up against Norway's hospital door "Dude... Your boyfriend is scary!" he whispered, a shiver creeping up his spine.
America nodded in agreement, not even daring to make a sound.
The two listened in for a while, and froze when the room became silent, what was going on in there?
England sighed, placing a hand on norway's shoulder, who was now in the middle of a breakdown, perhaps he had gone too far...
Minelle peeked out from behind one of the room's many curtains, her brows furrowed "Arthur! Did you do this?" she scolded, England shrank a little, his attention then returned to Norway, who sat there, frozen.
Norway's head hung low, his eyes wide and rapidly filling with tears that spilled down his cheeks whenever he blinked. His mouth was open and his lower lip quivering. He looked broken, meaningless. England bit his lower lip, as Minelle flew about "Oh my... His emotions are overwhelming... Arthur, this isn't good! You need to find some way to snap him out of it or we may lose him..." she buzzed, biting the inside of her cheek. England nodded slowly, the only thing he could think of that could cheer the norwegian up was Iceland. He sprang over to the door, and slammed it open, only to hear two grunts of pain and see two people on the floor.
England frowned, then spotted his lover, and his mood darkened "What the hell do you two think you're doing?" he snapped, eying the two closely.
America smiled innocently "Hey babe! We uhhh... We were curious is all..." he mumbled, and England felt like he couldn't get too mad at him, but he still needed to look the part...
His gaze then landed on the dane, England frowned "Denmark..." he stopped himself, then sighed. "I don't want to know... Anyway, could you get iceland for me? Norway..." England paused. Not really sure what to say...
Denmark studied his expression, and the feeling of dread slowly made his chest heavy. "Norway, what exactly?" he swallowed.
That's when they heard it, the heartwrenching wail that escaped the Norweian's room... Denmark immediately rose to his feet, rushing forward. Only to be stopped by a small hand on his chest.
Denmark glared at England "Move." he growled, readying himself to shove the gentleman out of the way. But there was something in England's pleading look-and America's threatening glare, that held him back. He balled his fists and clenched his teeth i frustration before turning and heading down the hallway "I'll get ice..." he mumbled, almost not hearing England's "Thank you..."
Denmark had all but thrown the Icelandic boy over his shoulder kicking and screaming when he finally found the kid. Who was sobbing in a corner, his puffin desperately trying to console him. "D-denmark!? What are you doing? l-let me down!" he cried, but to no avail. Denmark said nothing to England when he returned, just simply walked past him and into Nor's room.
Iceland could only watch as Denmark dragged a chair out of a corner and placed it in front of Norway, who he could hear screaming from down the hallway. He gulped as Denmark placed him down into the chair, the tears threatening to spill again when he saw the state of his brother.
Norway was clutching his head with both hands, wailing and sobbing and even screaming at times. Iceland gazed around the room and was met with England's pitiful green eyes and America's worried grimace.
England smiled reassuringly, nodding towards the Norwegian before saying "Go on Ice... Norway needs you..."
Iceland nodded, placing a hand on his brother's shoulder, who immediately froze.
Iceland gulped as Nor's hands slowly fell from his face, lifeless blue orbs staring at him for a moment, confusion evident on his face. then suddenly, recognition shot through his dull eyes. Instead of that neverending sadness that seemed to drown his older brother, Iceland was now met with the one emotion he thought he would never see on his brother's face; fear...
Norway shrieked, trying to back up, when he was met with the wall behind him, he changed direction so that he almost fell from the bed.
But Denmark was there immediately, holding him still by the shoulders.
"No, NO!" Norway cried "No! Don't let him see! Get him out! DON'T LOOK AT ME!" he screamed, and a small wind seemed to pick up, blowing harshly in every direction. Papers scattered, hair fluttered and Iceland could feel the tears rolling again.
His brother didn't want to see him? Had he done something wrong?.
Denmark swore under his breath as he pushed the norwegian back onto the bed, but Norway seemed intent on getting away.
Denmark's anger sparked, and without thinking he slapped Nor across the face. Hard...
Norway's head snapped to the side, and the room became eerily silent.
Iceland felt a small spark of anger, but it was sooned drowned by worry for his brother.
Norway slowly turned his head towards Denmark, blinking a few times. Then Norway's face scrunched up in anger, no a fury so strong that even England cowered from all across the room. Norway shakily rose to his feet, holding up his hand as blue light covered it. And suddenly, Norway's troll was there.
With an almighty roar the troll slammed it's fist into Denmark's stomach, sending him flying across the room.
Denmark crashed into the wall, gasping as the air rushed out of his lungs. Norway gasped as well, clutching his head as he fell down to his knees.
The troll reached down to help him, but Norway brushed him off "Don't worry i'm fine-" he stopped himself, slowly turning his head towards the troll, who stared back with wide eyes.
"Ah..." Norway said lamely as tears filled his eyes again, he sniffled once, before throwing his arms around the troll's neck, big tears rolling down his cheeks as a sob racked his entire body.
England sighed in relief and a small smile found it's way to his lips...
America watched, slowly taking it all in, when he suddenly realized; Wait a minute... If norway did that much damage to denmark when he was so low on energy or whatever... Does that mean England can do worse now that he's at full power again? America gulped and looked down on his lover, who as to answer America's thoughts smiled devilishly.
America swallowed thickly, pulling the gentleman close. "Remind me never to fuck with you ever again..." he mumbled, causing England to chuckle.
Iceland stared wide eyed at his brother, did this mean he would be okay? Iceland tried to dry his everflowing tears but found it impossible. He sobbed and threw himself at his older brother "Big brother! I thought- I thought i'd lost you!" he sobbed, feeling the relief fill his every fiber. Norway pulled Iceland into his embrace, holding his brother close, "Y-you finally said it... You said Big-brother!" Norway cheered, an almost evil grin now plastered on his face.
Iceland glared, now trying to get away "Get that shit eating grin off of your face!" He cried "I didn't mean what i said! Spur of the moment, now get off!" he tried again, but Norway refused to let go "Now you've said it, it's too late..." he sighed contently. Higging his brother closer, who in response sniffled and clutched the other's sleeve, a faint blush on his face.
Denmark groaned and sat up, his anger now turned to rage as he sat up, rubbing his back. "Norway you-" he stopped himself, seeing Norway in a three-way embrace with Icey and the troll. All his anger washed away as he realized what this meant; 1. Norway had regained his ability to see the magical creature thingies and 2. They were having a group hug and he wasn't invited!? How dare they! Denmark got off his feet and threw himself at the group on the bed, they all gasped in surprise and Norway's cold glare found it's way to it's usual target.
"This is great Nor! Now you can use the troll instead of smacking me senseless yourself!" he laughed, causing the norwegian to smile, yes you heard correctly, smile.
"Sweet jesus, first Arthur now Lukas... Just kiss already goddamnit!" A voice resounded from somewhere in the room, a light giggle followed "Now now Fury, give them time! We all know it's going to happen sooner or later!" the bubbly voice giggled again. And soon Fury and Minelle made their presence known, the two of them were sitting on a nightlamp.
As the words sunk in, Norway felt his face flush beet red, his brother grinning evilly at him "Yeah, i said big brother and now i tink it's about time~~" he giggled. Norway was about to say something when he was pulled away by the collar, and pulled in for a kiss by a certain dane.
America rushed over and covered Ice's eyes, his face red as well. England scoffed "Alfred, i do believe Emil has seen people kiss before..." he said flatly, eying the two nordics. Iceland shrugged "Meh, i had my first kiss half a year ago..." his voice was flat, like he was talking about the weather. Norway felt his entire being turn to Jelly, he should smack the dane into next week, he should question his little brother further, and he should definately pull back...
But he found that he didn't want to... The dane's lips were warm, and soft... Not at all like he'd imagined they'd be... Denmark hummed in triumph when he felt Norway push back, deepening the kiss. It was sort of slow, sweet but filled with emotion. Things you normally wouldn't see on the norwegian... Denmark didn't hide his dissapointment when Nor pulled back. He made a whining sound in the back of his throat and went in for anothe kiss, but Norway stopped him with his hand "Hell no, you have to earn them... Besides..." Norway yawned, his eyes drooping slightly "All this bullshit has made me tired..." he blinked a few times.
England frowned "If you weren't such a stubborn arse, you wouldn't be tired right now..." he snapped.
Minelle shook her head "Arthur! Be nice, you know you would have done the same thing!" she scolded, Fury nodding in agreement.
England sighed, mumbling something about wanting to go home before he literally dragged America out of the hospital room, with a last "Make sure you get plenty of rest!" before he left.
Norway yawned again, mumbling a "Will do..." before he pulled both his brother and the dane down with him. And soon all of them blacked out...
The nurse was quite surprised when she found the three of them in one bed, but with a soft smile she pulled the blanket from under the sleeping trio and gently covered them with it, mumbling a "sleep tight~~" as she exited the room.
A/N: OMG i'm so sorry for slow updates and a long ass chapter! But when i write about my own country(Norway) i tend to get a little over-excited XP Besides, i feel like this chapter was a little cheesy and plotless, and something happened with the paragraphs that i'm too lazy to fix... but nonetheless i hope at least some of you enjoyed it! Oh and BTW if you have a pairing or somebody you want to have a chapter, i do requests!
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