It always took several moments to turn the alarm clock off in the mornings. Sometimes full minutes, though that was rare. It really did depend on the severity of Norway's insomnia.
This particular morning, Norway let it ring a few times before pulling himself out of bed. (Per Sweden's suggestion, he'd put the clock on the other side of the room, so he'd actually get up.) Why Denmark wouldn't let him keep a coffee maker in the room was a mystery.
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to remember what he had to do today. Did he have time to catch a few extra minutes of sleep?
What was even the date?
Oh, right, his birthday.
The parade, the reception afterwards…it was far too much to contemplate this early in the morning.
He started to crawl back into his bed, but it seemed that his bed-mate had woken up.
"Why did you set the alarm clock, love?" Denmark mumbled, only half-awake.
"Because I have things I need to do today." Norway pulled the covers over his head.
"Your boss called before you got home last night."
Norway made an angry noise at the back of his throat, clearly annoyed that he hadn't been told sooner.
"He said you had the day off."
"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME?"
"We were…busy. Kinda slipped my mind."
Norway felt his face go warm.
"But now that we're both awake, do you want to take a car trip?"
"Where?"
"It's a surprise. I'll make some coffee while you get dressed."
"Fine."
"You're going to suffocate if you stay under there," Denmark said as he pulled the covers off Norway.
"Idiot."
He chuckled. "Love you, too, Norge."