CHAPTER 2

A/N: Hey, finally….2nd chapter is up! *phew*… Characters are turning OC everyday…. Ughhh… sorry guys! (And feel free to 'Boo'… *sobs in the corner*)

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The next day, Norway looked like dead fish. He spent the entire night tossing and turning in his bed, thinking about a certain Dane. About how he would smirk and say some perverted joke, trying to make stoic Berwald laugh, although failing miserably and receiving intimidating glares… How he would always brush the hair that fell in his- Nikolai's- face away and tuck it behind his ear, or how he always smiled at him… it made him look so cute even though he was annoying and disgusting…

Cute.

C.U.T.E.

CUTE?

Nikolai realized what he was thinking and smacked himself. No, he is NOT cute. Never!

"Good Morning, Norge." Someone walked into the living room and pat him on the shoulder.

Norway, who was so busy in thought and busy smacking himself got surprised and jumped up all of a sudden, screaming, causing the chair to topple over.

"Whoa, whoa! Like, what's wrong with you?" a cross-dressing polish looked at him, an eyebrow raised, leaning away from the Norwegian who actually huffed and puffed from all that screaming.

"F-feliks… you…you scared me!" The Norwegian picked up the toppled chair and sat back down, propping himself on the table and fisting his hair in his hands.

Feliks sat down on the other side of the table and cocked his head to one side, trying to see 'Norge' whose head was hidden from view, "What's up?"

Head still bowed, Nikolai sighed, "Nah, it's… nothing. Just couldn't… sleep yesterday." He scratched his head vigorously, like he was trying to tear his scalp off.

The Pole smirked and leaned in closer, "Like, Is it… about Matthias?"

"…"

He heard some giggles "Yeah, it must be him! Right? Right? Totally right, right?" Feliks poked him repeatedly in the shoulder, his grin widening.

"…"

"Did he do something to you yesterday? Like, hehehehe…"

No response. Feliks poked the other Nordic again, "Oi.". He lowered his head to see what the Norwegian was doing and he laughed. Nikolai had fallen asleep, in such an uncomfortable position too. Tiny snores coming out through his parted mouth. He looked so funny- hands in his hair, elbows supporting him.

"Oh well, I'll leave him like that then. Nighty, Norge." Feliks got up, and quietly pushed his chair in and tiptoed away. He passed by the trash can and saw lots of pieces of shredded paper in it. Feliks did not have to ask to know that those were previously the Dane's love letters. They just came all the time. He shook his head, poor Matthias, must have got rejected again. As he got to the door, Denmark came over, a paper bag of shopping in his arms.

Feliks smiled at him, "Your friend is like sleeping at the table and he looks really tired. What did you guys do last night?" the smile suddenly turned into a cheesy grin.

"Did what?" Denmark raised a brow at him.

"You guys didn't do it?"

Matthias, being a little slow at the moment just stared at the Pole blankly… What do? Do wha-

"FELIKS! No we didn't! You sicko! I will never do anything like that! I'm not forcing him to love me or anything! He just hasn't said 'No'." red ran up to the Dane's face, making him look like a tomato. His outburst of realization caused a celery stick to fly out of the bag, smacking him in the face (which might also have been a factor to his red face).

Feliks looked at him, "Norge hasn't said no? Like, doesn't that still mean you have a chance? Sorry if I'm like raising your hopes up or anything. But he hasn't said no?" he raised an eyebrow. He thought it was always Denmark chasing after him again and again after being rejected again and again, and the process just repeats itself… unto eternity.

Denmark looked away, "I don't know. He just keeps doing that. He never really rejects me. And here I am still waiting."

"AWW! Poor Mattie!" Feliks pinches his cheeks, tiptoeing to do so, " I wonder how you can like actually endure this… uh… pain! Pain in the pants!"

Matthias smacked his had away from his sore cheeks, "Shut up Feliks!"

The Pole laughed and suddenly from inside Norway's house, the sound of something falling down and hitting the wooden floorboards could be heard. Feliks looked into the house, "What was that?"

"Okay, thanks for your disturbing time here. Now, I would like to go in and make lunch, thank you." Denmark pushed the Pole out from the doorway and stepped in.

"Maybe you should talk to his brother."

"Iceland?"

"Yeah, I'm sure he knows a lot about his brother. You could even like get an idea to serenade him or something."

"Yeah sure bye." With those three words, he shut the door in Feliks's face.

Indignantly, the Pole shouted, "I was trying to like, help you!"

While the Pole was still shouting outside the door, Denmark just ignored him and walked towards the kitchen. There on the floor next to the table, lay a dead-looking Norwegian.

"Norgey! Oh my god are you okay?" he threw the bag of groceries to one side and jumped next to Nikolai. He held on to his shoulders and shook him, cradling him in his arms "Are you dead?" panic filled his head.

"s…ing…don…"

He looked at the pale Norwegian in his arms, did he just hear something? Norge is alive!

"What is it Norge?" Denmark put his ear closer to hear him clearly.

"Slee…pyyy…"

"Oh." Matthias felt a little silly for worrying. He watched the lightly snoring country. It wasn't an everyday chance that he could be this close to him. Close enough to see his pretty eyelashes, his flawless skin, and his… Denmark gulped… lips. Did anyone tell Nikolai he had pretty lips too? They looked so soft. He absentmindedly ran his thumb over the Norwegian's bottom lip.

Would they feel as soft as they looked? Some huge urge to steal a kiss from the sleeping country came into mind. What he didn't know wouldn't kill him right? He leaned in closer.

He's gonna kill me.

Closer.

He's gonna kill me when he wakes up.

And closer…

He's going to cry if he knows…

One centimeter to go…

Because he doesn't like me.

Denmark was just a millimeter away when he stopped. He wasn't going to take advantage of Norway. Nikolai stirred but did not wake up. Matthias sucked in a deep breath, pushed his desire down and picked the nation up bridal style, before walking to the nearest couch and placing him on it.

He sat down next to him, "I hate you, Nikolai. Why do you have to make me want to do stupid things? It's your fault."

Nikolai of course did not answer. Still dreaming of slapping Denmark, probably. Matthias brushed the smaller nation's hair away from his face.

"It's your fault for not saying no and rejecting me straight to the face. What do you want? It's obvious you don't like me, why don't you just slap me or say you never want to see my face ever again or… whatever." Matthias looked down, seeing his watch say 'LUNCH'. He jumped off the couch.

"My vegetables! Argh! Sorry! Papa forgot you! I'm coming!" all miserableness was forgotten as he ran back to the kitchen to save his fresh vegetables he got from the market that morning.

Tears fell from behind Nikolai's closed eyes when Denmark was out of earshot, "I'm so sorry…"

A/N: Whahahaha~ I'm evil.. and I procrastinate…! Somehow Denmark sounded like France… or did he? Anyway… Hope you happily wasted your time here! If you did, THANKS A BUNCH! Love you!