A/N: A more reasonable length of chapter. All I have to say is I shouldn't be allowed to write romantic comedies. Every time I do, they turn tragic, but when I write tragic romance it turns comedic…

Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor the music that Iceland is listening to.


Norway groaned as he woke up the next morning, his head was pounding like crazy. He stumbled out of bed over to his suitcase, one hand fumbling for some jasmine tea, the other on the table searching for a cup. The Nordic found both; grateful China had gotten him for 'Secret Santa' last year. He staggered into the bathroom and filled up the cup with hot water before setting the tea bag in. His head throbbed while he waited. Soon enough the tea steeped, gratefully he took a sip of the tea accompanied by ibuprofen. Norway walked out onto the balcony enjoying the sobering cold air. He took another swig of tea and sighed, unaware he was only wearing underwear and pants while he stood in the balmy twenty-two degrees. Then again he came from a very cold place, so twenty-two degrees was bearable. Until the chill actually hit him, then the Nordic retreated into his room shivering before he pulled on his shirt and a jacket.

Stepping out with his tea again, he watched the sunrise coming slowly towards him, golds and reds filling the chilly air. He glanced down to the pond by the hotel. Two people were sitting on a bench also watching the sun come up. He took another sip of his tea, wishing it would be him sitting on that bench with someone next to him. The image of him leaning against Denmark by the pond as the sun's warmth found them made the Nordic turn brilliantly red. He downed the rest of his tea watching the couple on the bench stand and walk back towards the hotel.

The Nordic walked back inside and cleaned himself up. His stomach made itself known and demanded breakfast. Norway didn't have the heart to argue with it, so he went downstairs to get some food. He wandered into the restaurant, requesting a table for one. The waiter sat him down at a table for four and handed him a menu. He sighed and decided on pancakes for breakfast. When he set his menu down he found Belgium leading a rather dazed Switzerland. The waiter told them that they didn't have any tables left, but Norway waved them over.

Belgium guided Switzerland to the table, "Morning Nils."

"Morning Belle, Vash," Norway greeted sullenly.

The other two nations sat down with him and he passed around the menu. "Breakfast is on me, as an apology on behalf of my fans."

Switzerland's eyes widened, he loved nothing more than saving money. "Thank you..."

Belgium smiled, and then leaned over to whisper in Norway's ear. "Don't let him turn around, Lilli and Matthew are right behind him."

Norway nodded and checked. Sure enough Lichtenstein and Canada had ordered breakfast chatting over some hot chocolate. The Nordic enjoyed his breakfast with his newfound friends in peace, his headache subsiding quietly after a couple more orders of tea. He watched both of his breakfast companions exchanging awkward glances during the course of the meal. Funny, even Mr. Neutrality could fall in love, and both of them complimented one another well, both very level headed. All this romance breeding around him made Norway feel even guiltier about what he'd said to Denmark. Still he was happy for the two couples.

With the meal finished, they stood up and left the restaurant, Belgium hastily guiding Switzerland away from his sister and Canada. Norway bid them farewell and wandered off to his room. He pulled on a jacket and descended the stairs to go take a walk around the pond. The Nordic wondered vaguely what had happened to his own sibling. Though he didn't have to wait long, he saw Iceland in shorts come running towards him through the snow. The white haired Nordic seemed quite comfortable with his ear buds swishing in time with his strides. He stopped as he saw his older brother and removed one earbud, which let Norway clearly hear the song coming from it. "Eyjan mín, eyjan fagra græna... Eyjan mín, eyjan fagra græna..."

"What're you doing out here?" Norway asked sullenly.

"You know I like my morning jog." He replied, his shirtless torso covered in sweat despite the snow coating the ground from last night. "Even though you're a jerk, you should come with me."

"Right now?" Norway blinked.

"No in two weeks," Iceland's tongue scathed the air, "of course right now. I'll be waiting out here for you."

Norway hastened back inside and reluctantly pulled off his nice warm clothing and put on his tennis shoes with shorts. He glanced down at his chest, bare save for the dog tags once given to him by Denmark when they'd lived together in his house. He sighed and grabbed his iPod sliding it into his pocket. The Nordic realized he'd spent the last two days doing almost nothing but sighing at any given opportunity. A few minutes he walked out rubbing his arms towards his brother. Iceland's puffin sat on the ground next to the Nordic eating sardines happily.

"Took you long enough," Iceland scolded as he stood up. "Let's get going."

Norway put on his music and followed his younger brother around the pond. He noted the puffin flying overhead happily, and then watched where he was going. Not many people were keen on being out in this snow. They passed by China, South Korea and Hong Kong engaged in a snowball fight while Taiwan and Vietnam watched giggling. Italy and Germany passed them on a morning stroll with a wave, well Italy waved, while Germany looked perplexed at the two Nordics running around in the snow shirtless.

When they returned to the hotel, Norway seemed refreshed with the exercise. He checked the time and bid his brother farewell to get ready for his match against China. He hopped in the shower, hissing as the hot water hit his exposed skin. After cleaning up he pulled on his clothes and headed out to the curling arena. After he paraded in he shook hands with China, whose hair was soaking wet.

"This snow is really cold aru..." China shivered as they slid down to the house for the first end. "I saw you and Iceland earlier, how do you stand it?"

"I have no idea," Norway replied and pointed his broom where he wanted the shot to go. "You seemed happy playing with your family."

China smiled and whipped his snow-drenched hair out of his face, "it's nice to have a family who supports you aru. Sure sometimes you fight but at the end you really care about each other, no matter how much you get on the other's nerves."

"Yeah, I guess your right," Norway smiled slightly. "I should also thank you again for that jasmine tea. It's really as magical as you said."

"You're welcome," China smiled as the match progressed.

Despite the good cheer between the two, Norway's stomachache returned, as he looked two sheets over at where Denmark was playing against Canada. Canada waved up into the stands at Lichtenstein for a moment. Denmark's eyes leaked tears, though he wiped them on his sleeve, determined to hide his misery from the world. Unfortunately Norway had to refocus on his match. He felt so horrible he pored the energy he'd put in angst and depression into the match and playing well. He won against China seven to five, but when he looked over at Denmark, the Nordic had been curb stomped three to ten. Norway thanked China for the match then started to run over to Denmark. "Danma wait!"

Denmark glanced bat over his shoulder and glared daggers at Norway before storming off, "get the hell away from me Norway! I never wanna see you face again. I hate you!"

Norway stumbled and hung his head slinking off to his locker room. He felt like more alcohol would be needed. So he changed and walked off to Belgium's bar. Unlike last time the bar was livelier than last time, Taiwan and Vietnam had a table in the corner, while Canada and Lichtenstein had their table by the window smiling and talking. Norway sat down at the bar hanging his head, Belgium walked over. "Things go south with Danma?"

"Yeah, stupid bastard told me he hated me," Norway hung his head motioning for a drink. "I-I think I know how I feel now."

Belgium nodded wisely as she set a glass of akevitt on the table next to Norway. "Then why not tell him how you feel?"

"I can't. I don't want to make this any worse. Not to mention I play him tomorrow..." The Nordic sobbed and laid his head against the bar.

He felt a pair of hands on his back, glancing up he saw Canada and Lichtenstein standing over him. "What's wrong Mr. Nils?" Lichtenstein asked him curiously.

He rolled his head over, "don't wanna talk about it..."

"Come on Nils, we'll listen." Canada smiled, "we both owe you one after all."

"Need more alcohol before I can talk," Norway muttered.

Half an hour's worth of drinks later, and Norway felt bold enough to declare how he felt about Denmark. He sat up and put both hands on the table, "I... I... I LOVE DANMA! There, I said it..." he slumped back down.

The bar grew quiet for a moment; the only sounds were the TV showing the Italy brothers competing in bobsled, and Vietnam pulling out her wallet to pay Taiwan over their bet. Norway sobbed again and chugged his akevitt aggressively.

Lichtenstein rubbed his back, "it's okay Mr. Nils. There's nothing wrong with that."

"You don't understand, I told him I had never liked him, and he's been sad and pissed and pissed and sad ever since! And I mean pissed in both senses of the word." He sobbed trembling, Denmark was drinking heavily again and angry all over, just as when they lived together. "AND IT'S ALL MY FA-A-AULT."

Canada picked up a napkin handing it to Norway, "I thought he seemed rather depressed... That explains it then. Oh Nils I'm so sorry."

"S'not your fault Matthew, 's mine..." The Nordic slammed his head into the bar with another sob. "Dun wanna play him... 'M gonna go forfeit..." he wobbled to his feet setting money for Belgium on the table.

But the bartender nation wasn't about to have any of that. She stormed over, "oh no you don't Nils! Don't you know how many people are counting on you right now? If you go forfeit over some... some... lover's spat so help me I will call Elizaveta on you and have her lock you and Danma in a closet until you either die or confess your feelings! Now... who wants some pie?" Belgium's demeanor shifted instantaneously from scary warrior back to sweet businesswoman.

Norway sat back down, eating pie along side of Lichtenstein and Canada in silence, occasional tears leaking out of his eyes. Nothing like the threat of Hungary locking people up to scare the sanity out of you. He stopped with the alcohol and switched over to water slowly sobering up. Canada checked his watch, "I have to go. I promised Vash we'd be back by seven."

Lichtenstein smiled at Norway, "Matt has a match off tomorrow, we'll come watch you and support you."

"Thanks Lilli, Matthew, Belle." He smiled at them. "See you tomorrow."

They nodded and left holding hands. Norway drank another glass of water, watching some highlights of the snowboarding competition. Belgium smiled watching him for a moment before Switzerland wandered in, and sat down. The two began to talk, while Vietnam and Taiwan exited, both girls offering Norway a wave. He finished his water, put his cash on the table, plus some for Belgium as a tip. Then reluctantly he walked back to the hotel alone.


A/N: Well poor Norway, that's all I can really come up with. He needs a hug. I promise things will start looking up for him. Eventually… And for all curious the song Iceland is listening to translates as "My island, my island beautiful and green." Look it up on youtube, it's a good song, Eyjan Min by Bubbi.