A/N: Sorry for all the drama in the last chapter! Will Nor make up with Denny in this chappie? Muahahahahahahahahhahahahaha~! *laughs evilly* and sorry people for procrastinating! I know I haven't been updating for a long long long time (And I'm very sorry- so I wrote this short one to fill up the blanks!But it DOES have something to do with the next chappie~ )! The plot bunny has not visited me in days… and I'm sittin' here, waitin' and waitin' and wai- oh, to the heck with the waiting! I'm going to finish thissss! HIYAAAAAAAA~! *flying kick*… I love switching point of views… hehe, sorry too if I confuse people!

"He did WHAT?" Feliks cried out aloud in Mathias face, spraying him with droplets of saliva. Toris whacked him lightly on the arm.

"Feliks!"

"Wha-? Oh. Sorry!" the Pole apologized as he noticed the Dane who narrowed his eyes at him. He picked up a piece of napkin and dabbed at his face, "Sorry Den. But what did you say Nor did?"

Denmark took the napkin away from him gingerly and mopped his own face up that the Polish had missed, his face displaying a look of disgust. Looking at Feliks again he repeated, "Norge slapped me. In the face. And now he's very mad… at me." He pointed to the apparent purple bruise on the side of his face.

Feliks winced. Whoa, who knew little Norgey who looked so soft could be so violent?

"But why?" Toris asked this time, pushing his cup of tea aside, curious to know what had happened to cause this big mess.

Denmark sighed, "I don't know… I was talking to Ice, and suddenly I hear someone call me, I look up, see Norge crying and suddenly I got slapped. Erik tried to stop him, got shoved too, and I slapped him back to wake him up, that's about all I know." He recalled all the incidents that happened. Feliks's eyes went as big as saucers.

"You like, slapped him?"

"What? How is this my fault? He slapped me. It's his fault. I don't even know why he's angry in the first place!"

Toris scratched his eyebrow, "Nikolai does not get angry unless something really provokes him. Do you have any idea what it might have been?"

Mathias seemed to have an idea, he snapped his fingers, "That must be it!"

Poland's head snapped up, "What's it?"

"He must have found out that it was me who hid his hairclip under the bed! He was searching for it high and low and I swear he almost burst into tears if it was not Ice who found it for him. It was a joke! A joke!" Denmark burst out, slamming his hands on the table with enough force to cause the teacup to fly a few millimeters off the saucer and fall back with a rattling clink. Feliks looked at him.

"That's like the most dumbest thing I've ever heard! Nor would never cry for that crap!" he snorted. Disappointed at the answer, the Pole leaned back into his chair and crossed his arms. "Like, are you sure that's all?"

Mathias shrugged, "Can't think of anything else…. What else would make Norge angry?"

How about the exploded kitchen incident? And the part where his head almost got sawed off with a butter knife?

"Maybe because I butchered his kitchen? And tried to kiss him?" he suggested.

Feliks who was sipping his tea choked on his mouthful spluttered, "You t-tried to kiss him?"

"It was only on the cheek. And he attempted homicide with a butter knife for that."

"Aww~ That must have been like so cuuute!" Feliks's eyes sparkled, face falling, he turned to Lithuania and asked, "Why don't you ever do that? You un-romantic person."

"I did! I-" Toris blushed and spluttered, desperately trying to explain something. Darn…

The Polish man turned back to the subject and ignored the spluttering Lithuanian. "When did you like, do that, Den?"

"Days ago?"

"Then that must not be the reason. If Nor wanted to kill you for the kitchen thing and the kiss, he would have done it already… How about, like, before he came over? What were you doing?"

Denmark felt like he was being interrogated by FBIs. He pursed his lips and thought for a while.

"I was talking to Erik. You said that he would have some idea about what Norge would like, so I asked him. Seems like pastry isn't his thing…" he trailed off, thinking.

Something wires clicked in Feliks's head. Nikolai was a very sensitive person when coming to these kinds of things. And because of his stupid concepts of all kinds of heartbreak issues… that must've been it!

"He's jealous!" Feliks cried, jumping out of his chair.

Denmark and Lithuania asked in unison, "Jealous?"

"Definitely jealous! Nor is…" should I tell them? Hesitating, he blabbed out his friend's big secret"Uhm… Nor is afraid of heartbreaks."

Mathias wanted to run over to Nikolai's house and strangle him on the spot and ask him why.

"So that's why he just didn't want to reject me and just let me chase him around and now HE is jealous at me talking to Ice? That little… Sometimes I just don't understand him."

Poland played with a lock of his blonde hair, twirling it with his finger, "And it's a wonder how you like, still love him even though he's so stupid and dumb and annoying and-"

"Shut it." Denmark growled at the Pole who grinned cheesily at him through those half lidded eyes of his. "I was just talking to Ice. T-A-L-K-I-N-G. What's there to be jealous about? And don't forget, this was your idea to talk to Ice about his faves and stuff." He glared at the Pole.

"It wasn't me doing the talking! It was a suggestion. You could like, totally not do it."

Toris who stopped spluttering minutes ago, tuning in to the heightening conversation, quipped "He didn't know that you guys were only talking. Can't blame him."

Mathias nodded in agreement. Thinking about it for a moment, a smile spread across his face. Norge cared! Norge actually cared! To think that Norge got jealous over him! Nothing could wipe that smile off Denmark's face. He was just so happy to know that Norge would care. That means that Norge might love him back then?

"Um, Like, hello? You there?" Feliks waved a hand in front of Denmark's face, only to be ignored miserably as the Dane continued to wander off into his thoughts.

But now… How was he going to explain everything to a very angry and probably heartbroken-for no reason- Norwegian who had locked himself in his room of his house? Oh man… He turned the other two.

"Norge locked himself in his room. More like barricaded the doors… And he's not coming out. Erik tried to convince him to get out but he's just not coming out!" Matthias explained, "Mr Puffin tried to squeeze under the door to see but… he was too fat… and his beak got stuck…"

Feliks and Toris raised their eyebrows at him.

"I just don't know how to get his ass out of that room!" he cried exasperatedly.

Poland put a finger to his chin in a thinking pose, "Why don't you just try to climb in from the window?"

The Lithuanian sitting next to him nudged him, "Feliks, climbing in from the window is rude."

He was miserably ignored again. Denmark was more interested in the blasted idea than manners, "Good! I'll try that!"

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Mattias tied a rope around himself, tugging at both ends, making sure it was tight. He then tied a big hook to the longer end of the rope and smiled to himself. Haha! I'm coming to get you Norge! He swung the hooked end like a lasso and aimed for the railings around Norway's room window. The hook with a clink secured itself to the iron bars and Denmark, looking a bit like Rapunzel's prince, climbed up the wall to his room. Using the rope like a lever to haul himself up.

When he got to the window, seeing it was open, he gave a small jump and hung on to the window, quickly jumping in, "Norge! You can't hide in here forever!" but, what he saw disappointed him. Nothing. He saw nothing. Nor was not in his room. Where was he? Denmark pondered over this for a while. He walked over to the toilet and looked in. No Norway there. Bathtub? No. He looked under the bed and in the closet. Nope. The Dane even checked the drawers just to make sure.

Where was Norge?

A/N: Yeah, where's Norge? Ahahah~ I suck at all those DUN DUN DUN parts... argh... OAO... I promise i will write this! I actually stopped quite for some time cuz i went to New Zealand... so, I did NOT not update cuz i was lazy! I went on a holiday! Hahaha! You can't sue me now!

Author: Matthias, Norway CAN'T be in the drawer.

DenDen: *shrugs* Just wanted to make sure... *shouts into the drawer again* Norge! you sure you're not in there?