The dim street lights seemed blurred out even more than before. Such shallow breathing and weak legs weren't helping him. He paused and held onto the corner of a building before throwing up in an alleyway. It hurt…just like everything else at the moment. He wiped his mouth and started off again for the person he knew was closest in the area. He tried to keep himself from collapsing on the stairs, but fell repeatedly. He stuck to crawling up them painfully. Svein wondered if his pitiful knock would even be heard, but the door opened and she was standing there.

Her, with her wavy, dark brown hair that always got into her eyes and her tall and curvy self. His face was level with her feet. Svein saw the nails were painted a light blue. She knelt down and lifted his head to her lap. He was so weak; he couldn't hear anything at all. He saw her lips moving faintly, calling to someone inside, but no sound came out. He closed his eyes, letting his head sink into the softness of her nightgown and thighs.

When he opened his eyes again, he tried to sit up, a pained groan immediately pouring out of his mouth. A hand gently pushed him down again. He looked up.

"Don't move, alright?" she said. "You're too hurt."

Her hair pooled around his face as she lowered hers to his. He gasped quietly at how tearstained her cheeks were and how red rimmed her eyes looked. She could have possibly…have been crying over him? No, no. Of course not!

"What in the 'ell happened to yeh, Svein? Did you get in a fight; did someone try to mug you? God, it's horrible how hurt you are, like if someone wanted to kill you."

"S-sorry…" he struggled to look away as her eyes bore into him, worried. "I didn't…I just…"

"Just?"

"A fight…"

He didn't want to tell her what about. No, she would think he was stupid and a child and selfish and wouldn't care for that at all.

"About what?" she murmured softly, sweeping his hair out of his face. "Tell me."

"It's idiotic."

She snorted softly. "And you think I don't see that with Nikolaj and m' bosses already? Svein, just tell me. I don't care if it's dumb; I just want to know how you got like this."

He contemplated it for a moment before speaking again. "Fine. I was…I was in a bar with some of the other nations…" He excluded the fact that they happened to include the Bad Touch Trio as well as many other groups of nuisances. "…A-and, they told me something I didn't like."

"About…?"

"About…you. That you w-were…" he paused, picking his wording carefully. "…you were…sleeping with more than a few nations and humans…" He looked away. "S-so, I said they were liars, and then a fight erupted."

She went silent. He froze, anticipating a tongue lashing, but instead, she heaved a deep sigh and gently turned his head toward her, keeping it in place with her hand.

"How long have you known me?"

"Too long too count."

"And how many men do you know I've shown interest in?"

"F-five…?"

"Exactly. And who have I slept with out of those five?"

"Konstantine…Nikolaj…Ludwig…m-me…"

"Mhm. And you know the truth and I know the truth, and those other three know the truth, so what does it matter what they say or think? Why did my stoic Norske start up his Viking days again?" She stroked his hair thoughtfully. "You give them something brutal to remember you by?"

He blushed and scowled. She knew he was good in hand to hand combat, but only so far and only when the other was matched in ability. And Prussia was most definitely not. He was probably a pro at bar fights and winning them. He looked back at her, and she had a light smirk on her face.

"Shut up," he answered as she chuckled and gave him a small peck on the lips. "I did it for you, be grateful."

"Oh, I am. Just like when you used to own me."

"Of course," he huffed. "You're lucky to have me."

"Always." He reached a hand out and stroked her cheek despite the pain shooting up his arm. "Should own you again, too."

"Think the pain's going to go somewhere else if you don't watch it, Norge."

"Worth it."