Personally, Norway could have done without the blindfold; however, Denmark had insisted that the location of their outing be a surprise.
And Denmark knew when he tried peeking.
So, Norway had no idea where they were going. Denmark was driving is an eastward direction, so…Sweden's house?
Not likely.
Well, whatever. He'd find out when they got there, he supposed. Good things came to those who waited, after all.
Finally, the car came to a stop.
The engine was turned off, the driver's door opened and closed, footsteps crunched on gravel, his door opened. "Hey, Norge, we're here."
"No, really."
"Bet you can't guess where we are."
"Somewhere east of Oslo. Can I take this blindfold off yet?"
"Not yet. Here, let me help you out of the car."
Norway let that idiot Dane help him out of the car (he couldn't see, and he never had good balance in the first place) and up what he assumed was a driveway. Of some sort.
"How about now?" Norway asked in a caustic tone as Denmark paused, apparently to look for something incredibly jangly (keys? Keys.)
Norway could hear the sound of a door being unlocked, and then he was led inside.
Gentle hands removed the blindfold. "Happy birthday love."
Norway could not believe his eyes.