A/N: This is a curling-lite chapter, so if you're here for the sporting, I'm sorry. I also apologize for the horrible Italian grammar.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. All I own is bits of the plot (real life owns the whole curling and pants bit).


The next day was Norway's day off, and the matches wouldn't start until the afternoon. He yawned and stretched his arms over his head, considering his options of what to do. He knew he'd have to go watch the curling in the afternoon for a bit more stat tracking and strategy but before and after that he was totally free. He showered still running over his options. He could go to a museum, watch Finland snowboard, or go for a walk. He could ask Sweden to borrow a book from and just sit in his hotel room reading.

As he put on his navy uniform adjusting his hat a knock came at the door. He walked over and peered through the hole, making sure it wasn't Denmark, or any other member of his posse. Fortunately it was two of the fans, smiling hopefully at the door. The two twins if he recalled correctly.

"Hello. What brings you two here?" He asked as he opened the door.

Tenoh smiled, "well Mr. Norway, we were going to hold a party for good luck this morning, just friends and good food. It's in room..." she paused and looked back at her brother.

"Sala sette venti cinque," her brother replied in Italian.

"Ah right, room seven twenty five, in half an hour. Thank you!" She smiled, shoved a paper with the formal invitation on it and departed with a wave.

He thought about the party, "just friends and good food eh?" This party sounded like it might be fun, just a sporting party then, no Denmark to worry about, just a few curling fans sitting around discussing the sport and generally just having fun. He stepped out of his room and went to the vending machine. He folded up the paper and stuffed it in his pocket before retrieving his wallet for a drink. A sudden blow horn siren caught his attention, and Norway leaped into the air somehow sandwiched between the ice dispenser and the wall. Below him the "Awesome Trio" wandered in waving around blow horns and other noisemakers.

"Awesome Trio are you ready to support the Bad Friends Trio?" Prussia shouted far too loudly in the confined space.

"Ready to roll!" The other two nations declared.

Norway stifled a groan at the cramp forming in his throwing arm. Couldn't they hurry up? But no, Prussia's money to buy drinks just had to be wadded up such that the machine wouldn't take it. The Nordic shifted slightly to try and relieve the pressure, but the invitation in his pocket to the party slipped out and hit America in the head. The nation looked around confused before picking up the paper.

"Hey a party!" He announced waving the invite in front of his friends.

"And it looks like Nora's gonna be there!" Denmark shouted eagerly.

Prussia snatched it and chucked it over his shoulder before grabbing their drinks. "The awesome me's not interested in a party not for me! But crashing one... is a different story."

"Yeah!" The trio cheered abandoning the flyer and the room to their headquarters down the hall.

Norway fell to the ground, wincing after impact. This fell into the category of things he called "Not Good". Hastily buying some iced tea he picked up his crumpled flyer and headed over to the stairs. He walked down the narrow staircase until he reached floor seven, then quietly made his way to room 25 on the floor. The Nordic knocked before the door cracked open, "invitation." A low male voice grunted.

The nation handed over his paper and watched the door shut. A moment later it opened again onto the party. The fans had apparently commandeered a conference room moving in couches and chairs from their rooms along with the projector set up in one corner dedicatedly playing yesterday's match against the USA from the official Olympics website. A pair of teenagers sat in charge of the computer and apparently trying to do some homework.

On another side of the room Norway saw the last two people he'd ever expect to be playing Wii Tennis against one another. "Iceland? Germany?"

Iceland gave an annoyed glance at his big brother, "what is it?"

The ever-serious Germany also glanced over and nodded, "Yes?"

"What are you doing here?"

"Italy dragged me along," he muttered and served.

"Your friends over there invited me," Iceland pointed with his free hand back to the projector.

"I see..." Norway turned around looking where his younger brother was pointing. He found Italy watching the curling match on the projector from a couch surrounded by most of Norway's fan base.

"Hey Mr. Norway! Glad you could make it!" Tenoh waved happily from where they were watching the curling match. "Just ignore Ace and Joey, they're doing a physics project on curling."

He glanced down and noted the two people were doing homework in front of the couch. But then Italy jumped up and hugged Norway, "Ve~ I'm so excited! I haven't seen you since the last World Summit!" Norway briefly hugged the other nation back. Italy was affectionate with everyone but those with an idiot curl like him tended to get a hug just like his friends. "Come and get some food! I brought PASTA!" Italy smiled dragging Norway over to the conference table turned buffet.

The Nordic picked up a plate and scooped some pasta onto it, as much as he didn't admit it, he enjoyed these kinds of things. Just a bunch of friends hanging out and spending time together, sort of how it used to be with Denmark and the others. Back when Denmark wasn't so annoying, before Sweden and Finland had left. He sighed, when had everyone changed? Soon Denmark had become overbearing, cruel to his friends. Norway had been traded off to Sweden for a reason he'd never understood.

"Norway?" Italy's sad face brought Norway back to reality.

"Oh my bad Italy," he smiled at his friend and he took a scoop of gelato to go with his pasta. "Just thinking about the past."

Italy got a smile on his face, "you were thinking about Denmark."

"Was not," he denied as they sat on the couch with the fans.

"Ve~ I know love, and you like him. You just don't know how to tell him." Italy noted brightly. Even though people would say Italy was dim and couldn't read the atmosphere of a situation, when it came to matters of the heart he was on par with Belgium and Hungary for advice.

"I do not like Denmark," he denied again. After a few minutes of eating in silence the two got up again for more food in Italy's case, Norway's arm clutched in his hands.

Someone knocked on the door; Norway wanted to see who was being let in but Italy looked like he was about talk. "I'll say it one more time, I do not like Denmark! I never have and I never will end of discussion!"

Italy's closed eyes peered up over Norway's head at the nation behind him. The Nordic spun around to see Denmark standing there, his drooping spikes adding to his crestfallen appearance. "Oh... hey Nora..." The larger nation stepped back from where he'd been about to surprise attack Norway.

"Danma..." Norway started but the larger nation turned his back.

"Hey Prussia, I'm gonna go get some more beer from the room okay?"

"Sure!" The eastern half of Germany shouted as he went for a serve against Iceland.

With that the larger nation stalked out of the room, his face stony, but his eyes glistening with tears. Norway started to go after him but annoyed he walked out and down the hall in a different direction. Iceland shrugged and went on playing tennis. Germany stood up and walked over to where Italy had burst into tears. He pulled the smaller nation into a tight hug, "let's go get some air."

Italy nodded weakly and took Germany's hand as the larger man led him from the room. They stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the small lake near a park. Italy sobbed against Germany's chest. "I think I messed up Denmark and Norway's relationship forever! And now they're gonna hate me! And you're gonna hate me too! Please don't hate me!"

Germany just gave Italy a quiet pat on the head and planted a kiss on the auburn hair. "Well I certainly don't hate you. Denmark's more upset at Norway than anyone right now. I know because about a month ago he and the rest of his posse commandeered my house for a party. The man was raving depressed about how he thought Norway hated him. He was also raving about how he couldn't get Norway to understand his feelings." The nation paused and tilted Italy's head up to look at him, "I think rather than messing it up, you've set up a storybook romance for the two."

"Y-you think so?" The smaller nation sniffed and wiped his eye with the back of his hand.

"Now all that remains to be seen is how much of a clichéd romance subplot they can have," Germany gave Italy a small smile and an gentle kiss before heading back in. Italy charged forward, took the tub of gelato from the cooler, and sat down on the couch to watch yesterday's match between China and France. Germany sat next to him and draped an arm around his shoulders quietly. He leaned back and watched Italy smiling quietly. Maybe Norway would finally learn to smile; goodness knew Germany had started off in much the same boat as the Nordic.


A/N: I'm sorry to anyone who isn't a GerIta fan, I just like them and I saw a few parallels between their relationship and Denmark and Norway's. As to the pairing I hinted at last A/N it's a crossover pairing, Hetalia and Final Fantasy XIII. I'll reveal the pairing in the next chapter's ending notes!