Sorry for not updating on Friday like I wanted to. Got registered for school then people came over on Thursday, had an awesome sleepover (stayed up til 3). I had this pretty much done, except I needed to edit and stuff, but it got pushed back after I missed one day of reading... Then I come back to edit, and realize half of it is stupid and doesn't make sense and just takes away from the whole story (etc)... So I pretty much rewrote half of it... Then I realized this chapter was boring... Etc. I'll explain later. Of course, I don't own Hetalia. For now, please read, review, favorite, and of course, enjoy!

"The food's ready!" France said while walking in from the kitchen. His hair was tied up, and he had an apron on. "You can enjoy some French cuisine tonight, monsieur, instead of English scones." He winked again and walked back into the kitchen to bring a bottle of wine. England led me to the dining room table.

France cooked up a feast, a full-course dinner with the main dish being beef stew, next to a side of Caesar salad. To top it all off, we had crème brûlée for dessert. France served red wine to go with everything, but England simply drank ale instead.

When everyone's food had settled down in their stomachs, England told France to go home. France argued, giving reasons to stay, one of them being "I'll cook in the morning." After a lengthy quarrel, England finally gave up and gave France permission to stay the night on the couch.

I decided to retire for tonight for some well-deserved rest. Today's events were very exhausting, and tomorrow's will be even worse. I asked England where the guest room was, so he led me up the stairs to it. The bed was neatly made, and the lamp on the night stand was good for reading late into the night. However, as soon as England left, I prepared myself for bed and climbed in. Soon, I closed my eyes and fell into a state of slumber.

I woke up to a sweet scent from the kitchen. I guessed that France was already awake and cooking. I open the curtain to see dark clouds overhead; I saw a flash of lightening in the distance. I gather all my things and head down the stairs to see France cooking with only an apron on. I look away and try to find England, but it was no use.

"Mornin'. You looking for England?" France asked me, not turning around.
"Yeah, why? Shouldn't you have some clothes on?"
"I've clothes on! Is this apron not enough for you?" France flipped over a pancake.
"Well, so far you aren't being very helpful. Where is he?" I was starting to get annoyed.
"He's still asleep," he replied. "I'll go get him if you'd like."

I sat on the couch while I waited for England. France and England soon came down the stairs.
"Alright! You ready to go talk to your brothers?" England asked me enthusiastically.
"Sure, why not." I replied. I honestly didn't want to face my brother or the rest of the Nordics. I was afraid of what they would think about me.
Of course, the king of sarcasm didn't catch on, and simply replied, "right then, let's—"
"Not go." France interrupted England.
"Why?" I asked, although I was perfectly fine with not going just yet.
"I cooked breakfast for you two and you both ignore it?"
"Whatever," England replied, walking towards the dining room. I follow him and sit down where I sat the previous day, across from France. After the meal, we all got into the car. England stopped at France's place to drop him off before continuing towards my home.

"Right, here we are." England said, parking on the side of the road.
"I know where I live," I replied in a cold tone. "Do we really have to go now? I mean…" I trailed off, unsure of what to say. We finally get out of the car a few minutes later. I fix my Nordic cross pin in my hair before proceeding to the front door.

"Hey, England?"
"Yes, what?"
"Thanks for all your help. I appreciate it. But I think I should go in alone on this one."
His expression changed immediately. "Why?"
I wasn't really sure what to say, but thought up an excuse. "It's my problem. I'm going to do all the talking. I'd just waste your time if you stayed with me."
He looked dismayed, but he agreed after a few minutes of thought. "Alright. If you say so. In any case, if you need help, you know where to find me." He slowly walked back to his car and drove off.

After a few minutes of sitting on the porch, trying to think of all possible combinations of conversations and replies, I finally stood up. I was ready for it, all of it, whatever came in the next hour or so.

I try to open the front door, hoping that Denmark didn't lock it last night. That way, I can just pretend that I came home late at night or something. Of course, it wasn't the case. I rang the doorbell to my own home.

The door opened to a smiling Denmark. He seemed awfully happy.
"Hey, Norway's home!" he yelled as I walked in the house.

"Shut up. Come with me." I said, pulling his hand. "I need to talk to you."

I lead him up the stairs to my room, and locked the door behind me. He probably knew what I was going to say, but he still smiled like an idiot he is. He sat on my bed, leaving me no choice but to either stand or sit next to him. I knew it'd be a long talk and that I'd get tired of standing eventually; I sat next to him on the bed and spoke up.

"What did you tell them?"
"Tell them what?" Don't play dumb. I know you told them.
"About yesterday. What did you tell them? What did you tell Ice?"
His idiotic smile disappeared. For once, he looked… calmer. "Nothing," was the reply.
"There's no way you kept your loud mouth shut. What the hell did you tell them?" I almost yelled, but I caught myself before I did. I didn't want the others to come in on us.
"I didn't say anything. I couldn't."
"W-what? What do you mean you couldn't?" Now I was puzzled. Was this some kind of sick joke?
"Because…" he trailed off, muttering words I couldn't hear.
"Because what?" Damn it, spill it already. "Why?!"
"Because… This."

He suddenly pushes me down onto my back. I try to fight back, but I'm too late. Very suddenly, but slowly and carefully, I felt his lips brush against mine.

So, what'd you guys think? I felt I needed to add some action. I was actually going to save "the talk" til next chapter when I realized "wow all that happened was they ate and then sleep then ate then drove"... So here's a small teaser. Sort of. As always, I've been distracted a lot (thanks, facebook), but I have read more than half way in the book, which is good, considering I have until after Labor Day to finish all of it. Also, going back to the story. I'm really sorry for all you NorIce-ers here. I would change it if I could (after having people tell me there's too much DenNor). But... It's a dare, so I need to keep it the way it is. I apologize. After I finish this, if I have time between school and other stuff, I will try to write a spin-off, maybe as an alternate ending. Anyways, it'd be nice if you reviewed and gave me suggestions, etc. I'm not a very original person... So yeah.

(On a totally different note, I get to take Spanish now! My school doesn't have German. Which means I'll know 4 languages, in addition to... a lot more that Hetalia taught me)

Well, either way, until next week. Hasta la pasta~