A/N: Finally done with school! Expect the story to finish up soon! Also I know Prussia would also be called 'Germany' by this point but since most of the fans would know him as 'Prussia', I'm leaving it as such.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.


Norway yawned and woke up an hour before his match against America with a yawn. He sat up abruptly and checked his bed feeling uncannily paranoid. He sighed gratefully when he saw that Denmark had not infiltrated his room, much less his bed. That was until he heard the shower go on. The Nordic's initial reaction was one of extreme confusion, he had the only key card to his room and he had the deadbolt and sliding lock on. He realized that the sound was coming from the room next door; he smiled, followed by an abrupt frown. The person in the shower was singing loud enough for the noise to carry into the next room. Norway frowned; he'd recognize that horribly off key singing even if he were dead. "Damn you Danma..." he muttered, picked up his curling broom and pounded his fist against the wall. "Keep it down you sorry excuse for a living being."

The singing stopped followed by a loud cheer, "yo Nora! I didn't know you were next door! This is so cool!"

"Oh crap..." the smaller Nordic frowned even more; he'd given away his position to Denmark.

Norway fell silent and hastily changed into his other pants and pulled off his polo shirt. He put on some deodorant and pulled on his other polo shirt. The Nordic picked up his large blue sailor hat, and after a brief hair combing he put it on. He thought that it didn't really go with the red shirt and white base pants but the white shirt with the red-based pants. He smiled and felt that the combination of pants, his hat, and his determination would win tonight's match!

The Nordic walked over and placed his ear to the door then looked out the eyehole. No sign of Denmark, he sighed with relief then after checking he had a key card he left the room quietly. He walked swiftly to the elevator down the hall and pressed the down button. But then he heard singing from the other side of the elevator door. When the door opened up to reveal what some nations called the "Awesome Trio" of Prussia, Denmark and America, Norway had wisely decided to hide in the curtains of the window next to the elevator.

Denmark stuck his head out, "y'know I swear I saw Nora out here. What about you guys?" He pulled his head back in to look at his friends.

Prussia shrugged, "the awesome me didn't see anything. You Gilbird?" He asked the small bird sitting on his head, the bird chirped. He shrugged, "nothing over here Denmark."

"Ahahaha, I didn't see anything either!" America noted as the doors began to close.

Norway peered out after feeling absolutely certain he wouldn't see them in the immediate future. He picked up his curling gear and walked further down the hall and opened the door to the staircase. Nine flights of stairs going down wouldn't hurt too badly. Besides, he knew those three in the elevator considered themselves above walking when they could take the elevator. He sighed and started his decent emerging a few minutes later behind his dedicated fan contingency. "Hello everyone." They all turned around and then cheered enthusiastically. He held up a hand and then motioned to the front door. They all nodded and followed him out to the bus to go to the evening's match. At the curling hall Norway and his teammates exited through the athlete entrance while the crowd wandered through the main doors.

The Nordic sat down in the locker room and put his stuff down. He wondered vaguely if Denmark would show up at the match, tonight was his bye in the tournament. If that happened Norway would consider himself lucky if the other Nordic didn't decide to exact revenge for earlier that day. When the bagpipes started to play Norway followed the Mounted Police Officer into the hall for the second time that day. He paused and gazed out at the house at the far end of the sheet, wondering if he could pull this off. No, he would pull this off no matter what. After all, the last thing he wanted was another reason to punch Denmark's lights out. He paused, scratched the thought and immediately decided he could always use another reason to punch Denmark's lights out, just not another loss.

America stepped up to the hack of the house with a smile on his face before he waved over to the other two members of the 'Awesome Trio'. He then jabbed Norway in the ribs with his broom handle. "So Norway, Denmark told me to tell you hi!" He laughed.

Norway maintained his passive face with a nod, "I send him my felicitations."

"YOU'RE SENDING HIM SOMETHING SO LEWD! YOU SICKO!" The other nation fell on the ice and scampered backwards onto the raised carpet.

Norway shook his head and pointed his broom next to the stone that had slid into the six-foot ring of the house during the conversation. His team shot and knocked the stone cleanly out of the way while he swept it to a stop near the two-foot mark. Somehow he wasn't quite as annoyed as he would be Denmark, then again maybe he should try the technique of using big words with Denmark too. Barely five minutes had passed in the match before he felt the broom in his side again.

"Hey can I try on your pants?" America asked as he pushed several stones out of the way from where they touched the edge.

Norway gave the nation an uninterested look, "I'm disinclined to acquiesce to your request."

"Meaning?" America pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Means 'no'."

The match pressed on into the night and into the final end. A tricky situation presented itself so Norway as skip had gone over to the hack to shoot. He felt grateful he had the hammer. That way he'd have the last shot if worse came to worse. The house was clustered up and several guard stones blocked his way, he needed to get around those and knock America out of the center. He sighed, just his luck, not only did he have a shot that made even the greatest veterans question their skills, but he also had to contend with Prussia and Denmark screaming over the silent hall.

He glanced up at the stands to see two of the fans sitting next to Prussia and Denmark stand up. The two had fire in their eyes, the silver haired teen punched Prussia while the black haired girl decked Denmark. The two nations collided with one another and slumped to the floor unconscious. The two humans nodded at one another and flashed Norway a thumbs up. He returned it quietly, and then took his shot. The stone slid down the ice and broke up the cluster at the house, sliding neatly over the button at the very heart of the house. America frowned and slid his shot down the ice, only to have it stopped by one of his own guard stones. Sighing with defeat he waved over to the officials, since at this point it was impossible to win.

Norway and America shook hands, "now can I try those pants on?"

The Nordic thought for a moment, "maybe. I can give you the URL for the place where we bought them."

"Cool! Hahaha! Good match!"

"You too." Norway continued on with shaking hands before disappearing to the locker room to pack up. One and one for the day, if he kept it up then there wouldn't be any way of stopping him. Least of all, the spiky blond pest who apparently didn't have the iron jaw he often bragged about. That made him snicker, he'd have a field day teasing the other Nordic to no end. But for now he'd enjoy his victory in piece, maybe even see if Iceland had some licorice to snack on after dinner.


A/N: Finally a chapter that didn't end with Norway sleeping. Well as a celebration of graduation I'll get chapter six up next week. Also a story featuring the strangest crossover pairing is on the horizon.