Ok the 2nd chapter is done! thank you Denmark for editing it for me. If you liked the norwayXtroll thing Denmark made a fan page on facebook called norwayXtroll+spatula. sorry that it took so long.

"Christ on a snail!"

Norway jumps awake in his bed. Looking around, he finds Denmark in the doorway to his room.

"Shit Norge! Who did you last night? I know it wasn't your brother - he was online asking where you were. So~… who came over and did this to my Norge?" the Dane asks with a cocky smile.

Norway can't speak; he can only stare at the scene around him. The bed sheets are wrapped around his legs, covered in dried semen and blood from the night before. His whole body is in Denmark's sight, and Norway can tell he was drinking him in.

"Nothing happened," the Norwegian mutters. "Can you leave so I can get dressed?"

"Sure Norway, I'll go." Denmark turns and takes a step toward the door. "Or… I could stay here with you!" He turns back around and dashes across the room. Before Norway can react he's pinned to the bed, arms held above his head, a leg pushing apart his own, and the Dane's tongue exploring his mouth.

"Stoppe det! Danmark, nei!" Norway yells when Denmark takes a breath. He couldn't have this happen now, he needs to find his troll and find out why he raped him.

"But Norge, seeing you shocked and vulnerable got me horny," Denmark says with a fake frown. "Plus, it's not every day that I come over and find you… naked." A devilish light builds in his eyes as he looks down at the Norwegian.

"No, I don't have time for this now, Denmark."

"What are you talking about? We have at least three hours before we need to go. That's plenty of time to fuck and take a quick shower together."

"Where are we going?" Norway asks, confused.

"It's drinking night, Norge! With Ice, Sve, and Finny? We talked about it online last night."

"Well I wasn't on last night! Don't make plans without me, asshole!" Norway yells in the Dane's face. In Denmark's surprise at the outburst of emotion, Norway fights free. As he runs to the bathroom, the Norwegian grabs yesterday's discarded clothes off the floor. The Dane stays sitting on the bed as the other cleans up in the bathroom.

When Norway exits the bathroom, Denmark is laying on the bed staring up at the ceiling like it holds the story of what happened. He keeps moving out of his bedroom and toward the kitchen to eat leftover smoked salmon. "Hey, Denmark? You want some–"

"SHIT, MOTHERFUCKER! What the hell did you do last night?" Denmark yells throughout the house.

"What?" Norway asks as he quickly goes back to his room.

"That!" Denmark is on his feet next to the bed, his arm is pointing at a spatula covered in dry lube and flaking blood.

"Uh, that's, um…" The smaller blonde looks down at the kitchen utensil, almost forgetting that it was the tool that raped him.

"Wow, just… wow. You had all this messed up fun without me, and now that I, the King of Northern Europe, am here, you refuse to have fun with me? That hurts me Norge, really hurts," the Dane's tone is joking but the emotion in his eyes is absolute pain. Norway sees it before the other turns back to look at the spatula. In a rare show of caring, Norway moves in front of taller man and pulls him by the collar for a kiss.

After a second of surprise, the Dane wraps his arms around his lover's waist. The kiss deepens, mouths opening to let tongues battle. When they stop for air Norway pulls away and reaches for the spatula. Denmark beats him to it and pushes Norway face-first onto the bed.

Norway feels hands at his waist working the buckle of his belt. Clothes leave his skin, and he hisses as the cold air invades. Kisses are making their way from his neck to his ear.

"If you think you can walk away after kissing me like that you must be crazy," Denmark whispers sexually, causing Norway to shiver. Fingers are pressed to the Norwegian's mouth, craving to gain entrance. He opens his mouth, and knowing Denmark won't stop now, starts to lick and suck on the digits.

Noticing that Norway isn't fighting, Denmark removes his clothes one-handed, freeing his semi-hard erection from his tight pants. He feels that his fingers are moist and removes them from Norway's talented tongue, and uses two to stretch the smaller man's entrance.

"Norge, that spatula really cut you up in here," the Dane says as he twists his wrist, adding a third finger.

"It – oh – was good pain. Use it Danmark, please?" Norway's voice is shaky and out of breath, his face turning an intense shade of red.

"Fine, if you want," he huffs, "If it hurts too much tell me." Denmark gets the utensil from where it fell and slowly inserts it in the Norwegian.

Hisses and moans are the sound in the room until Norway shouts, "Danmark!" as the metal brushes his prostate. Hearing his name shouted he felt that his vital region could use more attention.

"Okay, Norge, I think it's time you sucked me off or something," Denmark insists.

"But… it feels too good." Norway pushes back to make the spatula move inside him. "Don't stop now, Anko."

"You know, you shouldn't piss off the one making you orgasm." Denmark pulls out the utensil and tosses it to the floor. He grabs the Norwegian's legs, flipping him onto his back.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Norway stammers as he is pulled closer and his legs are lifted onto the Dane's shoulders. Denmark then leans over and roughly kisses the Norwegian on the mouth, silencing all talking.

"This is what happens when I don't get what I want, Norway," the Dane says in an irritated tone. He then positions his neglected hardness by the cut-up entrance. "I hope you're ready for this, Norge." There's a smirk on the Dane's face as he drives relentlessly into Norway.

The smaller man screams as Denmark's dick rubs against the fresh cuts inside him. Denmark leans down and kisses Norway's neck, whispering calming words. Norway relaxes and the pleasure outgrew the pain. Both males pant with quiet moans and words of ecstasy leaving their lips. Denmark starts to move at a faster rhythm, with Norway under him twisting to have his little bundle of nerves hit with each thrust.

The males don't hear the light footsteps as a figure enters the doorway. Norway was the first to notice, looking shocked toward the door. Denmark stops moving to see what had distracted his lover from their love-making and notices a young man with dark chin-length hair, slightly bushy eyebrows, and light brown eyes that are wide with shock.

"Hej, Hong Kong! Want to join us? Or… just keep watching?" Denmark asks with a leer.

The Chinese man looks at Denmark, and then glances at Norway, starting to calm down. "Sorry I interrupted you both… I just came to talk to Norway."

"Oh, well as you can see he is busy with me. So if you're not going to join us then leave." Denmark stares fiercely at Hong Kong, annoyed at his lingering presence. Norway becomes furious at the fact that Denmark would ask someone to join them; he lifts his legs off the Dane's shoulders.

"Danmark, get off me now." The Norwegian puts a foot to the Danish man's chest to emphasize the fact he wants him off. "I'm not busy at all, so I'll be talking to Hong Kong now."

The Dane's glare turns on Norway. "Fine then… I'll go take a shower because I'm not in the middle of doing something." He moves away and grabs his clothes off the floor, then leaves the room.

Hong Kong had watched the small argument with no expression. "I'm sorry again, but I need to talk to you about your brother."

Stoppe det! Danmark, nei! - Norwegian for Stop it! Denmark, no!
Danmark - Norwegian for Denmark
Norge - Danish for Norway
Hej - Danish
Anko - Norway called Denmark "anko" (red bean paste) as children

And thats it for chapter 2. please make my day and reviwe.