The bar was full of nations and humans alike, everybody having a good time, whether it was a drinking evening with colleagues from the office or a ritual night out after a day of arguing about the fate of the world, literally, the patrons crowding this little German bar in Berlin were all drinking and cheerful.

Denmark inhaled deeply closing his eyes briefly and then grinned. Nothing better than a good beer with his fellow friends after such an unpleasant day and... what happened after the Meeting.

Norway's words stung. His pride and his heart. But he knew that this time it was Norway who acted wrong. He had a brief urge to go after the man and check if he was okay but Norway said exquisitely not to bother him with his annoying presence.

It was easy, choosing between standing in the cold, Norwegian evening on his friend's doorstep for an hour and shouting himself hoarse only to be told to go away, and having fun with the other Nations.

Yeah, that was easy.

Gilbert spotted him first.

'Yo Den! You came after all?' he shouted over the crowd. He was already on his second beer but it'd take much more to make him at least woozy so the surprise, joy and concern in his eyes was obvious and sharp, there for Denmark to see.

'Yeah! Couldn't miss the party! There's little things that I'd prefer over your beer man, every excuse to get drunk on it is good!' he grinned. Prussia, as well as America, Finland and Sweden all regarded him carefully (he saw them plain as day checking him over) and gave him pats on the back as a welcome. Somebody thrust a beer into his hand and he took a deep breath, inhaling all the familiar scents of the bar.

He ginned widely and relaxed. He was ready to forget about Norway.

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All along it was a very pleasant evening. The Dane was surrounded by people drinking, laughing, playing pool or darts and generally forgetting all about any concerns for the time being. He too went with the flow.

After a couple of hours he found himself sitting down to cool off a little in a more secluded part of the bar, right next to Belgium and her brother Netherlands though with his back to them, facing the dancing floor. Luxemburg was nowhere to be seen so Denmark supposed he was either somewhere else in the bar, which would be strange because his older siblings liked to keep an eye on him, or that he just never came. A more probable option, Iceland liked doing that too. In fact, has done so today and took Hong Kong with him.

Alas Denmark caught his breath and listened to the energetic woman trying to make her brother go with her and dance a little. However Netherlands blatantly refused stating that he had a drink and he was not risking anything by leaving it unattended only to go dance.

Denmark thanked gods that Nations were not affected by any weird pills that humans often would drug each other with on such occasions since he'd have fallen prey to such filthy shenanigans million times. He was used to drinking the Classic style, as he liked to call it, meaning like people drunk on Viking expeditions and in great halls after a good victory.

Back then drugging a drink was a hard thing to do and no one really bothered unless they had a really vile plan. But even so the substance could easily be found if only the drinker paid his cup any attention.

Well that also was not something that Denmark did often but whatever, he was unkillable and nothing of the human stuff would harm him.

Anyway after nearly five minutes of Belgium's persuasions and he just had to take pity on the poor man sitting next to him and nursing that one glass.

He made a big show of turning in his seat and spotting them and grinned.

'And who is that! Bella, charming as always, and Lars! How's it going!' he said and the man shot him a grateful look.

Okay so to be honest Netherlands just looked at him a little less stony than usual but c'mon, they knew each other for a long time now, long enough to read each other like books.

'Mattias!' the woman exclaimed with a wide grin. 'Awesome, my friend! Brother here is just so stubborn and doesn't want to dance at all! Would you like to come?'

'Oh, no, I'll pass!' he laughed. 'Just got out of the floor and I think I'm good for the rest of the evening. I'm beat!'

'Getting old there, aren't you, hm?' she chuckled with mirth. 'I remember the times when you'd come first and leave the last one after a full night's party!'

'Hey I'm not that old!' he cried with false hurt and followed her as she laughed.

Suddenly Hungary appeared next to them, a whirlwind of movement and colours.

'Bella!' she cried. 'Come with me there's something you must see!

Oh, hello Mattias, Lars!' she added upon spotting them. Belgium excused herself and they disappeared in the colorful masses of people.

Denmark sighed and relaxed into his seat.

'Nice evening, isn't it?' he said after a while to the silent man beside him. He wasn't really expecting any answear other than a grunt so it surprised him when Netherlands said back

'Yes, it is. A good way to unwind and spend lots of money. I have good bars too, you know.'

Denmark laughed.

'Oh yeah man, I remember. Those were some crazy times we had at your place!'

Netherlands gave him a little smile and Denmark grinned back. Oh yeah, tonight's a great night! He thought to himself.

Soon the two nations were talking about everything mundane that came to their minds, sitting together and nursing their glasses.

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When the Dane slid into his bed that night he could swear he hadn't felt so good and relaxed in a long time.

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Okay, first of all I'm sorry it took me so long, I'm crazy busy at school and dying from the mere thought of my piano exam which is on the next Tuesday. Therefore expect no writing done up until then but afterwards I promise I'll have much more time and I'm thinking a lot about this story so no worries.

Secondly, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Special thank you to Ashaacorn and GothicKitty1313!

See you all next chapter!