A/N: Please don't hurt me for hurting Norway. He gets better by Deus ex Machina I promise! Well more like Scripta ex Machina… but still please don't hurt me! /waves white flag frantically/

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I own neither the song at the beginning nor the song the crowd and Norway break into. And I apologize for more horribly broken Italian.


Norway woke up early the next day, and rather than showering he put on his shorts. After tying on some shoes while popping in his ear buds, he went outside for a run. He stretched out before taking off into the freezing air, since Iceland's habit had rubbed off on him. He frowned at the music, "I was sleeping and right in the middle of a good dream. Like all at once I wake up from something that keeps knocking at my brain. Before I go insane I hold my pillow to my head, and spring up in my bed screaming out the words I dread. I think I love you!"

He pulled out his electronic device debating whether or not to switch off the song. Norway decided against it continuing to listen to the song. "This morning I woke up with this feeling, I didn't know how to deal with and so I just decided to myself I'd hide it to myself and never talk about it, and did not go and shout it when you walked into the room. I think I love you!" He ran through the trees, noticing Iceland's puffin was following him. "I think I love you so what am I so afraid of? I'm afraid that I'm not sure of a love there is no cure for. I think I love you isn't that what life is made of? Though it worries me to say that I never felt this way." He charged off past a group of geese, all of them seemed to expect him to feed them. They swam away disappointed when he didn't.

He finished his two laps around the pond before heading back to his room readying himself for his match. He picked up his things, striding determined towards his destination. When he emerged from the lockers to his match, Norway walked up to the forlorn looking Denmark offering up his hand in the tradition. Denmark took it and put the squeeze on the smaller Nordic's hand. Norway stuck his first two fingers out along Denmark's wrist to relieve the pressure.

Denmark snarled at Norway as they slid down the ice towards the house. "I thought I told you not to show your face around me."

"Well I'm sorry for showing up today!" Norway replied, more harshly than he intended.

The larger Nordic cracked his knuckles, "damn right you should be sorry! I have no idea how the hell I fell in love with an insensitive asshole like you! I was stupid, as hell I'll tell ya that! Now I'm gonna make you and those fail pants pay for it!"

Very similarly to the display by Prussia, but with less show and more violent intent, Denmark produced a red battle aura. Norway watched his friend slide down to the far end of the sheet. He picked up a stone and gracefully pushed off. It connected with his guard stone to replace it, wiping out Norway's prior shot. Norway glared at Denmark as the larger Nordic rejoined him at the house. "Wipe that pathetic look off of your face, there ain't no way in hell I'll ever forgive you for this!"

Norway grit his teeth, his green battle aura calmly forming a bubble around himself to protect him from the violent aura of Denmark. Still Denmark declaring he'd never forgive the other Nordic wounded him deeply and it showed in his game. Going into the third end, Norway was down three to nothing. He clenched his fists around his broom. "I'm scum," Norway mumbled, "I deserve to lose..." tears stung his eyes until something caught his ears.

The fans had rallied in the stands singing a song he was familiar with mostly on the football pitch. "One for all! All for Norway! So come on! It's time to play! Dressed in red, white and blue! Until the end will see it through for Norway! In every way!"

Norway lifted his head up, eyes widening at the support. He saw the regular fans, Canada, Lichtenstein, and Belgium rallying for him. Italy waved over from his spot watching Germany playing France. He held up his broom, realizing if he won, then he'd get the chance to make Denmark listen to his apology and confession. "Vi gir alt! Alt for Norge! Ofrer alt, om vi må! Vi er røde, hvite, blå! Hele kampen ut skal vi stå på! For Norge!" That was right, his country was also relying on him, rooting for him. But he wasn't about to sacrifice his feelings, but draw strength from them.

Renewed in his determination he came back over the next five ends to lead the match five to three. Denmark's rage didn't subside, however, rather it intensified. He slid angrily over to Norway heading into the ninth end. Denmark seemed to have given up by then, angry tears streaming down his face as Norway made one more key shot. He expertly knocked Denmark's two stones out with the hammer shot, stopping it neatly within the two-foot circle. He won the match six to three, but when it came time to shake hands, Denmark shoved past Norway heading for the showers. Glancing up at Belgium, she nodded, and he took off after the larger Nordic.

"Danma wait! I have to talk to you!" Norway shouted rushing down the hall.

The larger Nordic froze, spun on his heel, shouting at the top of his lungs. "You think this is fun? First you break my heart and trample over the pieces, and then you totally ignore how I feel! Bastard! I hate you even more now!" Denmark drew his fist back to try and punch Norway. Rather that resist, he dropped his hands and let the larger Nordic deck him. Norway felt blood trickling down his cheek and welling up in his mouth.

"I needed that... Danma, I'm sorry. I only said what I did because I didn't know how I felt about you. I know that you'll probably never be able to accept my feelings now... and I'm okay with that because I know how I feel... I love you." Norway wiped his chin off on the back of his hand, eyes cast down.

Denmark frowned; stepping back he caught himself on the rail. He took one look at Norway bleeding in front of him, then at the blood on his hands. With a scream Denmark ran off towards the locker rooms, leaving Norway to pull himself from the hall. The Nordic walked uneasily from the room, wondering whether or not to go to the hospital or care for it by himself. Once he grabbed his things and returned to the hotel he saw the group of fans sitting around on the patio of the restaurant. Tenoh stood up, her black hair swishing around as she vaulted the rail. "You're hurt."

"Thank you Captain Obvious," he wasn't in the mood for company right now.

"You're welcome Lieutenant Sarcasm." When he tried to push past her, the teen put one hand on the Nordic's shoulder, "no way, you're not going in there like that. Darnell, can you do anything with this?" He nodded and joined his sister.

Norway stared, "is he medically trained?"

"Define medically," Tenoh smiled then turned to her brother. "Can you fix him up?"

Darnell studied the wound for a moment, walking around the nation before whispering in his sister's ear. Norway frowned at Tenoh, "what'd he say?"

"Said he'll try and this may hurt. I wouldn't worry though, best damn paladin I know," she smiled at the Nordic.

"Paladin? As in a magic user?" Norway frowned; half convinced the humans had suddenly confused their lives for a video game. Then again he could see spirits and creatures very few others could. Maybe magic would be worth a try, if it didn't the hotel wasn't horribly far from a hospital, he hoped.

"Best I know," Tenoh reassured as Darnell put his hand on the nation's face.

"Curare," the human muttered.

A bit of white light flashed from Darnell's hand. Norway's muscle and bone reunite together under the delicate touch. The Nordic wiggled his jaw slightly, he could still taste a slight metallic tang in his mouth but it felt solid enough. He faced Darnell and smiled, "thank you for that."

"Nessun problema." Darnell smiled as he and Tenoh hopped the fence back to their friends.

Norway headed up the stairs to his room and sat down on the bed pulling off his shirt. He'd have to get it dry-cleaned for next time. Fortunately he had the night off so he could afford to change out of his curling uniform. He hung up his pants and put the dry clean notice on his shirt, best let them handle the bloodstains. He leaned back against his bed watching the ceiling before he turned on the TV, annoyed at the silence filling the room. He sat up watching Finland coasting down a half pipe on his snowboard. He launched into the air whipping around happily with a laugh as he landed. He sighed and shut off the TV, with any luck there would be someone waiting for him at the bar he could talk to. Gravely he changed into his normal sailor outfit followed by setting out for Belgium's bar. When he got to the bar, he noticed Germany and Italy sharing some gelato by the window along with Switzerland on a stool chatting animatedly to Belgium. It seemed Norway's instincts about Switzerland had proved correct and he would be interested in pursuing a relationship with the bartending nation.

Norway slid onto a bar stool, but ten seconds later found Italy on one side, Switzerland on the other, Germany slid in next to Italy and Belgium stood in front of him. "How'd it go Nils? I mean it looked pretty shaky between you two. What happened after?" Belgium inquired immediately.

The Nordic took a deep breath, suddenly uncomfortable with all the people around him. "Danma slugged me, I apologized and confessed, and then he ran off. On my way back to the hotel I somehow was healed from my encounter. Then I came over here... he didn't say a word."

Italy pulled Norway into a hug, "Ve~ I'm sorry Nils I know how you feel?"

"Really?" Germany asked confused.

Italy turned red, "I-I mean not with you Ludwig! I just mean I know how it feels to suffer rejection!"

Belgium smiled at Norway, "first shot's on the house. I'm partly to blame for this mess."

Switzerland frowned, "I guess I can offer my condolences for this..."

"Thanks Vash, Feliciano, Belle, Ludwig." Norway sighed and downed some akevitt. At this rate the Nordic feared he'd be as much of a manic-depressive alcoholic as Denmark used to be. So he sadly downed the rest of his shot, cutting himself off at just the one. Instead he just had some water and a slice of pie. Italy and Germany continued to sit next to him, abandoning their table by the window and chatting. Switzerland had moved away, recognizing the Nordic needed some space.

Norway stood up briefly, excusing himself to go use the restroom. He walked away and disappeared into the tiny room at the end of the small hall. When he emerged a few minutes later, he spotted Denmark with his back to Norway at the far end of the bar. He still looked rather angry or sad, whichever it was, Norway couldn't tell from his current position, he didn't think Denmark would want to see him right now. Pressing himself against the wall, he beckoned towards whoever would look at him. Germany spotted the smaller Nordic waving and excused himself from Italy's side to see what was wrong.

"What is it Nils?" The tall nation asked with his customary frown.

"Ludwig, can you do me a favor? Well two... Can you give this to Belle to cover my tab but give me a boost up to the window here first?" Norway asked pointing up to the window just above them. The window was open and narrow enough for the small nation to slide out through.

Germany nodded, pocketed the cash Norway handed him and cupped his hands. Norway stepped into them then clung to the windowsill before hoisting himself out. He smiled at Germany, "thanks," and pulled himself onto the roof. With that done, Germany walked back to the bar and sat down sliding the money onto the corner. Belgium walked over, collected the money smiling at Germany.

"Hey! What happened to-" Italy started to say but Germany hastily silenced him with a quick kiss. When they broke apart a moment later, Germany gave the smaller nation a cautionary look, his eyes flicking over to Denmark. "Ooooh. Hi there Danma!" Italy greeted brightly.

Denmark gave him a half hearted wave glancing over at the uneaten pie. "Not feeling hungry today Feli?"

"Um... Yeah!" Italy smiled after a worried pause.

"Funny... Norway's favorite kind of pie is chocolate... and there're kroner on the bar... Norway's kind of currency..." Denmark sniffed and went back into his beer whole-heartedly for a moment. "Was he here?" Denmark's eyes narrowed on Italy.

The small nation's eyes started to water, "n-n-no..."

"Don't lie to me Feli, unless your home's been annexed by his," Denmark stood up approaching the pair.

"HELP ME! SOMEONE! HELP ME!" Italy cried, rivers of tears spouting from his eyes as he clung to Germany's shirt.

Germany stood up gently removing the smaller nation's hands. Both he and Denmark were the same height, making the stare down easier, "leave him alone."

"Not until he tells me if Norway was here!" Denmark snapped.

"Then I will have no choice but to fight you," Germany growled as his fists clenched.

Denmark smirked, "bring it on neat freak!"

But before the conflict could escalate, Switzerland stepped between them. Though shorter than the two he had strength to spare, "that's enough out of both of you. Danma, Nils was here just a few minutes ago, so stop causing trouble for Belle. Same goes for you Ludwig." His eyes trained on each of them in turn as he spoke.

Denmark stepped back and pulled out some money setting it on the bar, "fine, whatever, I don't need friends right now anyway." With that he stormed out of the bar.

Belgium scooped up the cash, "oh dear, I hope Danma doesn't go and do something he may regret later."

"Danma is scary!" Italy shouted as he curled up against Ludwig.

Switzerland sat back down, "I don't care what the problem is. He shouldn't force it on others."

Belgium shook her head and faced the direction of the hotel. "I hope Nils is smart enough to not go back to the hotel right away."


A/N: Denmark needs a chill pill and some cookies, while he and Norway both need hugs. I also feel bad for scaring Italy. Anyone curious for the lyrics, translation: "We give all! All for Norway! Sacrifice all if we must! We are red, white and blue! To the very end we'll see it through for Norway!" Anyway I was thinking I may write a sequel when the World Cup starts, since I'm almost done writing this story. It'll be more Denmark-centric so please look forward to it.