Denmark stumbled backwards, a hand dashing to his face. Iceland just blinked, unsure of how to react. Norway looked more than a little annoyed. He pulled back his arm to his side and glared at Denmark. England turned to stand behind Norway and put a hand on his shoulder, more to prevent Norway from punching Denmark again.

Denmark recovered quick but shuddered under the glare he saw Norway giving him. "What was that for?"

"You inconsiderate bastard," Norway said, recovering his expressionless voice and face. "Sure, I don't care if you're dating my brother but don't you dare embarass him like that again!"

"What?" was all Denmark could say which only enraged Norway more.

"Didn't you see how uncomfortable you made him? No!" shouted Norway. "You didn't!" Norway pushed past Denmark roughly and headed out the hotel. He had had enough of that idiot.

England sighed and ran after Norway, leaving Iceland Denmark alone.

Denmark then had to ask, "Did I really make you feel awkward back then?"

"A little," Iceland answered in a quiet voice, processing what just happened still.

"Truthful answer?"

"A lot… I hate being stared at."

"I'm sorry Ice."

"It's nothing."

—

Norway stalked down the streets of London with long strides. He hadn't realised England following him until he stopped and looked up at the rain.

"Hey!" Norway heard from behind. He turned and saw England running up, wearing a rain coat and carrying an umbrella. "You'll catch your death in this weather." England held the umbrella over the two of them and wrapped his other arm round Norway's shoulders.

Norway never answered but wrapped both arms round England's chest. The two of them stood still until Norway suddenly sneezed.

England smiled at him. "Lets get back inside somewhere, shall we love?" England led them to a small cafe close to the hotel. It was very quiet, not many people were there. Norway took a seat at a table by the window.

Norway looked out the window as England took off his coat. He then asked a question. "Love," England began. "Are you alright?"

"I'm mad at that fool for doing that," Norway answered, looking away from the window.

England smiled. "Perhaps you still have feelings for him."

"Never."

"If you say so," England put his coat on the back of his chair. "Would you like something to drink, love?"

"Coffee please," Norway looked back out the window at the rain and sneezed again.

—-

Denmark had taken Iceland back upstairs after the argument and after hearing about the rain. Denmark had said he was sorry to Iceland but Iceland didn't seem to care.

"There'll be an argument every time you meet at this rate you know," Iceland stated in a very matter-of-factly voice. "We still have another day before we leave for our homes."

Denmark sighed and lay down on his front on the bed. "Yeah, yeah. He's the one who started it."

Iceland sighed. "I got to make a phone call to my boss. Be back in a moment." Iceland walked outside the room to leave Denmark to ponder on his own. Was that jealousy Denmark had seen?

—

England ordered Norway's coffee and tea for himself and set them down on their table as his phone went off. "Sorry love, got to take this." England answered the phone while he grabbed his coat and heaed outside.

"England?" Iceland's voice came through crackled on the phone. "Can't be long. Denmark thinks I'm talking to my boss. How is it with Norway?"

"Hello Iceland," England answered, pulling on his coat in the rain and buttoning it up with one hand. "Norway seems fine now. I think he's more agitated and perhaps… Jealous."

"So it's true," Iceland mused on the other side.

"How about Denmark?"

"Looks a bit guilty. I almost feel guilty myself for doing this," iceland said.

"Well, Finland DID ask us 'nicely' to help them."

"Yeah… 'Nicely'," Iceland said, laughing a little over the phone. "Just try to stir old feelings. This could go all wrong if this isn't sorted by the end of tomorrow."

"Yeah," England said. "Well I better rejoin Norway."

"And I should go back to Denmark. Talk later?"

"Of course."

—-

Iceland hung up and headed back into the room and locked the door. "Denmark?"

Denmark had rolled off the bed and onto the floor. What an idiot. "Hello?" Denmark answered from where he was on his back.

"Don't you think that… Norway was jealous?"

"Nope."

"Did you see him?" Iceland thought about his words carefully.

"Yes, I did and I think that what he did was stupid and to be honest he shouldn't be like that. He knows that he's the one I love. He-" Denmark froze when he realised what he said. "I- That was- I mean-"

Iceland just smiled. "Don't worry about it."

—

England sat back down, across from Norway and sipped his tea.

"Who was that?" Norway asked, drinking his coffee.

"Boss. Asking how the meeting went. Just told him everything went fine and that we'll only need tomorrow for sure," England put his hand over Norway's hand that was resting on the table.

Norway just nodded and looked at England's hand upon his own. "You're hiding something. You never asked me out because you wanted a date did you?"

England went rigid and Norway knew he was right. "S-sorry Norway," England said, trying not to look scared.

Norway just shrugged. "You had your reasons."

England looked curious, "Yes, I did. Both Iceland and I did."

Norway blinked at England. "Iceland and you? What…? Wait you mean…" Norway lowered his head as he tried to put two and two together.

"Norway?"

"Figures," was all Norway said before continuing. "A bit obvious really. You just ask me out the blue the same day as Iceland asks Denmark. Coincidence? I think not. And your 'loving' gestures feel fake, maybe even forced."

England went silent and nodded. Norway continued. "I believe you two are working together to get Denmark and I together again. Well it won't work." Norway stood up, annoyed. This annoyance appeared to have chased the sneezes away. Norway walked out the cafe, ignoring England.