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In the middle of the night, when he's shaken awake, a thousand and one excuses for being sleeping on his uncle's bed flash through his mind, but all he does is sigh and sit up, sling his legs over the bedside, take the glare and the silent reproach like a man, and shuffle his feet to the couch.

The next morning he is shaken awake again, and his uncle sits on the coffee table to look at him again and lifts an eyebrow, and Norge feels too nonchalant to feel uncomfortable. They both know that some emotions felt are misplaced, because his uncle knows him too well to suspect him reckless, but then again he could be surprised because Norge is so veiled and private he could always be mistaken; it's only that he thought he'd never be.

And Norge is just too prideful sometimes.

"Be thankful th't I'd not come home with T'na," his uncle simply says in that deep voice of his and lifts an eyebrow, and, between two quiet men, it would be pointless to demand an explanation when one is evidently needed. So Norge clears his throat, finding it strangely hard to choose where to start his story.

… so he just decides that there will not be a story.

"She'll be leaving soon."

His uncle stands up, and Norge fails to see the amusement dancing in his eyes. "Sort it out how you w'nt," he says, not harshly, "But, until you do, you're sleeping on th' couch."

His uncle tries not to chuckle when Norge tries to suppress a groan and fails.

…

However much uncle Sve likes to tease Norge, it is immediately evident he might be reconsidering, because as soon as Matthias steps into the kitchen, gorgeously curvy and worse-for-wear, there is some kind of tension in the air that the young man doesn't too readily like.

"Hej, good morning!" she says merrily, until her eyes set on uncle Sve. "…the heck? Who are you? Jeez, you look like you could use a smile…"

Norge suddenly feels like murder.

His uncle shrugs and sets his smoking mug on the counter, inspecting the unnaturally pretty woman that sort of sways towards his nephew, making the young man look as stoically uncomfortable as Sven never thought he would see him. In a way, it does not entirely displease him enough to make the situation any less amusing (in his head: no trace of actual emotion reaches his scowl). But there is something about the woman that innately causes him mistrust.

"Hej Norge, got some whatwasit? Coffee, right? Got some?" she beams at his nephew, she pokes him when he answers only with a glare, and eventually slings an arm over his shoulders in a way to boyish and too intimate. Norge's cheeks flush and he wriggles out of her grasp.

"You're an idiot," the young man sentences.

"Oh come ooon," she drawls, setting once more for poking his arm, "Only one cup? Or two?"

Uncle Sve gathers his mug and goes out of the kitchen, because he feels he will not be able to keep a small smirk from twitching onto his lips if he stays there any longer. He must admit, even if to himself, that there is something rewarding in seeing his permanently collected nephew flustered and annoyed like that. Even if that woman rubs him the wrong way…

"…or three?" her voice pervades the walls, invades the cozy cottage,

"Come on, Noooorge! "

A/N:

Introducing sexysexysexy uncle Sve ;) In my headcanon, his name is Sven Östenstjärna, much sexier and much swedisher (I think, at least lol) XDD.

I've just realized I'm developing a strange Hetalia AUverse. But mermaid!Matthias only works in this crack setting, btb.

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Thanks to my lovely reviewers, esp. HanaLiatris and Me1anch0lich0lic (you faithful thing you!). Also, , if I'm not mistaken that fic was called "Theodore" LOL... It MUST be in my favorites, anyway, so take a look?

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Guys... ideas? I'm running low on those :P Anything and everything helps!