A/N: Yay yay! Chappie 3 is out! I must be boring you guys, really. I don't know why I'm even putting this on … *ffffffff….

By the way yeah, guest star Tino/Finland appears in this chap and Berwald/Sweden only makes his appearance in here for a second. Maybe he won't be here at all… Well, read to find out. (Not like he's the main character anyway.) I love all peoples who actually took the trouble to press the REVIEW button…. I will give you all hugs and pixel cookies and pixel cakes and pixel…. *blah blah blah* and have a pixel tea party somewhere in a chatroom… =.=''

This is stupid… on with the story! (Why does this chapter have a title? Weirddd…)

Chapter 3-MISUNDERSTANDING

Lunch was extremely quiet. The only thing heard were the sounds of metal forks clinking against glass plates as they made contact with each other.

Norway had this funny feeling of guilt like he had somehow betrayed Denmark and thus causing him to look down at his plate throughout the rest of the meal, not saying a word or looking at the Dane sitting opposite him. He poked at a prawn on his plate. Not bad for someone who had just destroyed his kitchen and almost burned a hole in the roof. As a light breeze came upon the house, a horrid, strange smell- of burnt stuff and raw fish?- wafted by from the kitchen, stinging Nikolai's nose.

Forgetting about all the awkward silence and guilty feeling he asked, "God, Denmark, what the hell did you do to the kitchen?" he feared the scene behind the kitchen door if he were to open it later on.

"I'll clean it, I swear. Just eat okay."

Nikolai imagined the kitchen- charred walls and tar on the windows, a hole in the oven and green slime over the counter… maybe a monster made of goo and fish bones and goodness knows what. No way Denmark would be able to clean that… unless he got a bulldozer to tear down the kitchen and re-do the entire thing again. Or maybe, he could use those cranes that have those huge iron ball thingies swinging from the end of the crane, Nikolai thought.

Matthias looked at the Norwegian's worried face and guessed, "Even if I have to re-renovate the kitchen everyday just to make you lunch I'd do it." He grinned.

"Don't be stupid, you moron." Behind his words, he actually felt happy that Matthias had the heart to do all this for him, putting so much effort on him. He couldn't understand this fact yet. Why waste all his time on him? Well, the answer was quite obvious but… it's just not… why?

"You're happy, aren't you?" Denmark grinned, "You can't deny my wonderful cooking and you like it! AHAHAHA!" he laughed.

That just made Norway's face turn pink, "It sucks, so keep your mouth shut dummy. I didn't even say I liked it. It tastes like burnt egg." His voice faltered, denying his statement. Matthias saw that and his grin turned even wider.

"You like my cooking! You like my cooking! Norge likes my cooking! You are smiling! Definitely smiling!" the Dane chanted like a kid. The Norwegian stared. You've got to be kidding me.

He got up, leaned over whacked the Dane on the head with his palm, "What are you? A three year old?" he shouted, his face turning pinker. His face felt hot. Was it out of the embarrassment that he had just been exposed or because he was angry at Denmark for ruining his kitchen and now acting like a baby? He did not know. What he knew now was that he wanted to drive the butter knife into the Dane's skull.

Matthias did something then that made Nikolai lose his head. He kissed him on the cheek, smiling at him "Aw, Norgie, you're so cute!"

The world turned dark around Norway. What did the idiot just do just now? He kissed him on the cheek. His fingers spontaneously ran to his cheek, still feeling the warm lips that pressed itself against his skin just moments ago.

It was just the cheek… But still!

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Nikolai grabbed the butter knife and lounged at the laughing Dane. The Norwegian jumped on top of the bigger nation and he toppled off the chair, bring Nikolai with him, both of them rolling to the ground, "NEVER-DO-THAT-AGAIN!" he pressed the harmless- but at this moment, dangerous-knife to Matthias's throat.

"Whoa! Whoa! Don't play with knives! Don't play with knives!" Denmark tried to pry the knife away from Norway, choking from the pressure asserted on his throat, "Good boy, give me the knife, okay?" he pleaded.

"YOU CAN'T KISS ME ON THE CHEEK! I DID NOT GIVE YOU THE PERMISSION TO KISS ME ON THE CHEEK!"

"Okay! Okay! Give me the knife! Dangerous! Dangerous!" Matthias spluttered, trying to grab the knife from him. In that heated moment, he finally caught hold of Nikolai's wrist (to which the hand holding the butter knife was attached) and pushed him over, making Norway lie on his back, with Denmark himself hovering just inches away from him.

There was a tense moment between the two as they stared at each other. Nikolai realized he was stupid enough to get mad at such a lame thing. And reviewing upon what the heck had happened just now, he still had the decency to blush. He started it. ONE, he jumped at Matthias. TWO, he tried to saw his head off with a butter knife- failing miserably. And now, they were in this really awkward position staring at each other, lost in the other's blue eyes. He noticed that Denmark's blue eyes were crystal like… just beautiful. He wondered if this was what Tino felt when he looked into Berwald's as he had mentioned many times before.

And when he noticed that, he quickly pushed him away and got to his feet.

"Y-you dummy! Now I have to use acid to wash my face!" he grit his teeth, "I warn you! Never do that again!" Norway knew he was probably blushing right now so he quickly walked away so Denmark wouldn't see, leaving the Nordic country on the ground, staring after him.

Before he walked out of the door he shouted again, "And clean that kitchen before I come back!"

Matthias sighed. He will never try that again.

In situations like this, the first person he thought of was Tino, not France. He could have easily gone to the 'ultimate love guide' Francis but thanks and no thanks. The Frenchman was a stupid playboy and all Nikolai wanted was to get an opinion from someone loyal, faithful, well, someone like Finland. He hiked up the mountain to Tino and Berwald's house. They lived together because both of them were… married? And plus the fact that Berwald called Tino 'w'fe'. Norway admired the Finn's commitment and all but…

"Hey, Nikolai, what's up?" Tino called out to him from the small space outside the house where he was watching Berwald chop some firewood.

Nikolai looked at him, "Um, Fin, can I talk to you for a while? In private?"

Finland looked at the Swede who nodded at him before continuing his work. "Okay, come on in then." Tino smiled as he walked towards the door. When he opened it, a little white puppy came running towards him.

Tino kneeled down and scooped the puppy into his arms, "Hanatamago is a good girl, aren't you?" he cooed.

Norway raised an eyebrow at him. Tino caught his questioned look and answered his thoughts, "This is Hanatamago. Berwald found him in the woods and brought him back to me as a present. Isn't he just adorable?" Hanatamago understood this and licked him on the cheek. Finland giggled.

"You named him flower-egg?" the Norwegian stared.

"Why? All the other names sucked. So, this one was still the best," Finland hugged the puppy closer to his chest, "What are you doing standing there? Come in, come in." he ushered Norway into the house.

Nikolai looked around. The house changed so much. It looked so much more homey now… and was that a toy rabbit on the floor? There was a milk bottle on the table too… okay? Maybe that was for the puppy. Norway ignored the weird items and sat on the couch.

Tino put Hanatamago on the floor and let her roam about, sniffing things and bouncing around the carpet.

"So, what do you want to tell me?" the Finnish man asked him, sitting down next to him.

Many things ran through Norway's mind. What was he supposed to say first? That he was both annoyed but not really annoyed- what a paradox- or that he liked Denmark but didn't think it was possible…

"Mama?"

"Mummy is talking to a friend dear," Tino said.

Uhh… mama? Norway looked up to the little voice. There stood a little blonde boy of at least three years in blue pajamas, and he looked very strangely similar to England. He called Tino 'mama'… now they had a son? What other things did he not know at the moment?

"Ti-Tino… you guys have a…a… son?" Nikolai freaked out. They have a son, they have a son, THEY, Have a SON! (No wonder the toy bunny and the bottle huh?) His head spun. Oh. ….

The boy ran clumsily over to his 'mother' and climbed onto the couch, "I want to go out." He tugged on Tino's sleeves.

"Nope, not today. You stay home and play with Hanatamago." Tino patted his back, and put him on the ground.

"No."

"Peter."

"NOOOO!" the boy angrily stamped his foot on the ground.

"Please don't shout."

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Peter screamed a very high pitched scream all kids could do, obviously doing it on purpose so his mum would take him out.

Suddenly the front door swung open and a shadow of a giant stood at the doorway, emitting some intimidating aura "Are y' going t' list'n t' y'r mum or do y' w'nt t' stay in TH' BOX?"

Peter gulped. The little nation stared at the figure in fear and trembling at the mentioning of THE BOX before running away, "No box! No box! I will listen to mama!" he cried and padded up the stairs.

Finland frowned, "You don't have to keep threatening him with the box you know." He told Berwald. The Swedish giant sighed.

"If y' don't do th't, he's nev'r g'nna le'rn." Sweden said before walking out of the door again.

Norway, who just saw all that, and who was not sure he would not be scared for life. Tino and Berwald had a family. As in, they were together, yes, they had a dog, and a…son. What did that picture look like? A HAPPY FAMILY.

"You… have a son?" Nikolai stuttered, "When was this?"

Finland looked at his stunned face, "Oh, actually just a week ago. I was going to tell everyone we adopted a boy. He's from Sealand."

"How…how…" Norway sputtered.

Tino cocked his head to one side, "Hmm?"

"How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

Nikolai turned to look at him, swallowing nervously, "Aren't you afraid?"

Tino was confused now. His friend was talking nonsense and he didn't make sense, "Afraid of what? Nor, are you alright?"

"I… just don't understand. You like Berwald so much. Yet, when you guys had a misunderstanding, you were hurt so badly and cried so much. Aren't you afraid you guys won't last forever?"

"Oh Nor…" Tino knew what the Norwegian was getting at now "Why are you so afraid?"

I don't want to be heartbroken. "What if he's not serious with me? How does he know that he loves me and that it's not some crush that will go away when he's bored of me?" Somehow, he knew that wasn't exactly true. How many years had Denmark not given up yet? FIVE. Five long years now. And until today, he has not given up on him. Plus the small peck on the cheek today… NO! That's not it! He was only flirting! That idiot! He has not obtained his goal and thus used that opportunity to fool around!

"I trust him, Nor. Even though we might fight, but I know he still loves me and he'll never leave me," Finland said with confidence "Norway, do you trust Denmark?"

Nikolai shifted. Did he trust him? What does it mean by trust? If it means that he would happily place his life in his hands, sure, Denmark was a very trustworthy person even though he liked to joke and fool around a lot.

Thinking about it, he muttered "I-I do, but…"

He could not finish his sentence because Tino silenced him with another question, "Do you love him?"

Me? Love Denmark? Ha!... That's no lie. I like him. "I do! But I don't want to be heartbroken like all of you! I don't want to go through the process of it! I don't want to cry! I don't want to be…," his voice started to shake "Far from him." Dammit! Can't cry now! He looked down at his feet, hiding away from his friend's gaze.

"Nor, you know already. Why are you still hiding from him? You don't even need to be in a relationship to be heartbroken. You're already heartbroken now. Don't you see?" the Finn asked.

Norway thought for a moment. Yeah, that was also quite right. Denying his feelings made him feel all the worse every time he saw a certain Danish.

"Tino…?"

"Yes?"

"I think I…"

"What? You want me to tell you what Norway likes?"

"You're his brother! You should know everything about him!" Denmark stated, notebook in hand, ready to copy down all details.

Iceland frowned, "What? Is this even necessary?" he pointed to the notebook in Matthias's hands.

Denmark shrugged and whipped out a pen, "Don't wanna miss out on the tiniest details. Okay, state them, ALL." He looked at Erik eagerly, ready.

As Erik told him that Nikolai would actually like handmade pastries, he laughed. But wrote that down anyway. The reason behind that was because he actually admired people who would spend time and make an effort for him.

"Hah, seems like the effort part doesn't work though. I do stuff for him all the time but he still ignores me." Denmark scoffed.

Erik snorted, "I bet he's in denial."

"He is?"

"I'm just guessing."

"HAHAHA~! Yay! That means a chance for me right?"

"Matthias!" Another voice from afar called to him. He turned around.

"Oh look! Its… Why is your brother crying?" Denmark's eyebrows furrowed. Did something just happen?

Norway was standing there, just a few miles away from their house, tears streaming down his face. Denmark ran towards him. Iceland too, followed behind the Dane.

"Nor, what's wrong?" He reached a hand over to wipe the tears away from his face but it was slapped away by the Norwegian in front of him.

"I knew this would happen…" his shoulders shook as he spoke, "You lying idiot. LIAR!" there was pure fury and anger in his voice and something he did made Erik's eyes go wide with fear. Nikolai slapped Denmark across the face. Hard.

"Wha-" Denmark's hand placed itself on his gradually reddening cheek, looking at Norway in surprise. He did not even know what was going on. But the anger and look of betrayal displayed itself unmistakably in his violet eyes told him something was very very wrong.

"Norge, what's wrong?" Denmark tried to ask.

"YOU ARE WHAT'S WRONG! I KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN!"

"What happened?"

Iceland came to the rescue, "Brother! We can all talk this out!" he cried in panic, afraid that Nikolai may start a fight, he slid himself between him and Denmark. That seemed to piss the Norwegian further.

A very angry Norway snapped at his brother, "YOU TOO! YOU SHUT UP! I HATE YOU! YOU ARE NOT MY BROTHER! I HATE YOU BOTH!" he pushed Erik away, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground, his penguin hobbling over to him worriedly.

That did it for the Dane. He glared at Nikolai, slapping him in the face too "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU HUH? HE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!"

Hell, that look on Denmark's face was a look Norway never wanted to see. A face of pure resentment, fury, like he wanted to kill him. Have you given up so fast?

More tears streamed down his wet face, cooling his burning cheek "And you still stand up for him…," his eyes narrowed, glistening with unending streams of liquid crystal "I HATE YOU! STUPID LIAR! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN!" with that, he ran towards the front door, and slammed it shut with a big force, that the sound echoed through the woods.

Matthias was panting from his outburst and Iceland, who regained himself and was standing on his two feet tugged on his sleeve, "Den, did you just slap Nor?"

"I what?" Denmark asked, turning around to look at the Icelander, "I-"

There was a moment of silence.

"I slapped him. Oh god… But, he was shouting for no reason! I just couldn't take it anymore! I- Shit!" Matthias grabbed his blonde locks. What the hell did he just do? And what the hell was Norway's problem? Coming in all of a sudden, crying, then slapping him, calling him a liar. He was just getting weirder and weirder every day.

"It's okay, we'll talk to him and explain. I'm sure he'll listen." He assured the Danish man, patting him on the back.

Norway hid in his room, crying. I knew this would happen! I knew this would happen! I thought he would love me forever… It wasn't real…

That smile that Denmark gave Erik while they were talking… They were smiling at each other! Matthias didn't like him, he liked his brother. He wasn't waiting anymore. Of course he wouldn't wait. Why would he wait for him anymore? It's partly my fault for not telling him sooner that I loved him back. Now, he's not mine anymore… Nikolai buried his head in his pillow, which was soon to be soaked in salty tears.

I knew that I would be heartbroken… I shouldn't have come back home in the first place…

A/N: OMG~ I don't know what I'm writing… it's 1a.m now and I can't believe I wrote such a long chapter today … and now my head is spinning. I went crazy for a while too this evening cracking my head for ideas I could stuff into the story just to make it longer, ya'know… YEAH, they fought, I'm evil, throw sticks and rocks at me…

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