It had been nearly a week since Norway has read Denmark's letter. Norway had even phoned him at least 24 times since the incident. But every time, Norway got voice mail. And it was slowly driving Norway insane with worry.

Norway phoned for the third time that day and left a message, along with the many others.

—

"I don't know if you've been listening to all these messages Denmark but I don't care," the machine said in a tinny voice that was still clearly Norway's. He sounded hurt. "Denmark… I'm going to be at the world conference in a few days. I want to see you. I'm…" Norway seemed to stop speaking and a sigh was heard. "You're a fool." And then the line went dead falled by "you have no more messages."

Denmark cried on the inside. He wouldn't show his tears. Denmark finished packing the last of his things and grabbed his flight ticket his boss had just given him. He left for his flight.

—-

Norway arrived at the airport with his suitcase trailing behind him. He phoned Denmark one more time before checking in for his flight. Once Norway had put away his phone, he boarded his plane, hating how much he wanted to see Denmark.

He may be an idiot but he's the one thing to make Norway happy in life.

—-

Denmark arrived in England and frowned at the rain. Nothing new.

Denmark caught a cab and headed for the hotel. When he arrived, there was already a few nations. Sweden and Finland were just walking into the hotel when Denmark ran up with his luggage. They greeted one another and an awkward look between Sweden and Denmark. They checked in to the hotel quick before heading to their rooms.

Denmark quickly dropped off his stuff, wanting to go find Prussia and America and have a laugh. Denmark hurried down the stairs when he heard a familiar laugh that all the nations knew.

"Hon hon hon~ You having problems in love?"

—

Norway gave France his deadliest glare and France actually stepped back a little. "No, now get out my way," Norway said, pushing past France. He headed for the elevator but then he saw Denmark. Or, actually, walked into Denmark.

"Sorry, I wasn't- Denmark!" Norway let his expressionless face slip as he realised it was Denmark. Norway's face went from indifferent to happy to angry. All in the space of 5 seconds.

"You idiot!" Norway began shouting. France looked over, curious, with Prussia and Spain, who had both just walked away the receptionist. "You never answered my messages for over a week! I was worried! You think you can just say 'I won't try to chase you anymore' and get away with it?" Norway's voice cracked slightly as he raised his voice higher. "I hate ypu Denmark! I have spent the last week alone! I don't want to be alone!" Norway broke down right there but continued shouting. "I… You idiot! I don't know how to say or show it but, I love you, Mathias!" Norway gasped for air through his sobs and then looked around. He went a rose pink as he saw every guest or nation now focussing on Denmark and him.

Norway turned and ran. Germany walked into the reception and all the nations went silent and kept to themselves.

—

By the time Germany had come back downstairs from his room, the place had turned into a scene of chaos in the conference room. Denmark was drinking in the corner while Finland, Iceland and Sweden were making a joint failed effort to stop him. America was telling everyone an exaggerated tale of the incident, which everyone believed, and everyone was just being overall loud.

"Attention!" Germany shouted once. A few heard him but they continued their conversation about Denmark and Norway it would seem. "ATTENTION!" Germany shouted as loud as possible. Most people went silent to see who it was. Some sat down. But for the most part, people continued talking. Germany sighed as England walked in.

"Not listening to you, Germany?" England asked, looking a bit annoyed.

"No. All they can talk about is that drunk over there," Germany said, gesturing to Denmark who had tried to start a fight with Sweden.

"Denmark and Norway's argument earlier?" England said. "I don't think we can expect Norway coming down soon then."

"Don't blame him with this lot," Germany stated as Italy attached himself to Germany's arm.

"Well, what a jolly good opening meeting," England said with a slight laugh. "I say we let the excitement calm down and have the first meeting tomorrow."

"Yeah," was all Germany said and so he left the room in chaos.

England sighed and decided he would go and try to help his fellow magician with his problem.

—

"Norway?" came a voice after a knock.

"What? Who is it?" said Norway, who was lying on his bed, not wanting to move at all.

"It's England. Can I come in?"