A/N: This is the last chapter of this story! I'm sad it's ending but I feel so honored that so many people have supported me with this story! I should be posting up the first chapter of the sequel in a couple of days. Once I get over the fact Germany lost…
I don't own Hetalia; otherwise I would use its power to create world peace.
A few days later and the Olympics closed up with wonderful music, fireworks and William Shatner. So it was time for all of the nations to go their separate ways until the World Cup. Denmark and Norway found Sweden and Finland while checking out of the hotel. "So we'll see you two at the airport?" Denmark asked as they walked away from the counter.
Finland shook his head, "Svi and I are going on a vacation to visit Scotland but not until I get one more go at that half pipe!" Finland declared with fire in his eyes as he picked up his snowboard.
Sweden smiled, "'s good 't take a v'cation every now 'n then." He gave Finland a pat on the head, "see y' later, D'nma, Nils." With that the pair piled into the rental car, where Sealand was in the back eagerly playing some video game.
Norway and Denmark waved then rode in a limo together to the airport. There they found Canada wishing everyone well, or at least those who could see him. Belgium gave the invisible nation a hug; "see you at the World Cup, Matthew." She smiled, watching he and Switzerland shake hands. The neutral nation was clearly not happy that Lichtenstein wanted to stay for another week with Canada without her big brother's supervision.
"If you harm one hair on her head, so help me this county's going down," Switzerland threatened.
"Please brother, I'll be okay," Lichtenstein reassured him hastily.
Denmark and Norway approached the group. "Hey Canada, great Olympics, and thanks for all your help." Norway smiled as they shook hands before a brief hug.
"No problem, I hope to see you at the World Cup and maybe even the summit later this year," Canada smiled, as always speaking in his quiet voice.
Denmark scratched behind his head and shook Canada's hand while Norway and Lichtenstein bade one another farewell. "I guess I owe you one for this."
"Oh it's no trouble at all," Canada replied delighted that the taller Nordic could see him. That brought the grand total of other nations that could see him to six. It was far better than when he started off the Games. "Feel free to come visit any time."
Norway leaned against Denmark, "Definitely."
They waved as they followed Belgium and Switzerland through security to the gates. Norway gave Belgium a hug and shook hands with Switzerland before the two couples split up to get on their flights home. Down by the gate, Denmark saw America asleep on Prussia's shoulder with the white haired nation stroking his companion's hair gently. Prussia gave an almost glare up at his fellow member of the Awesome Trio, "it's not what it looks like!" He shouted defensively.
That woke the sleeping nation up, "Huh?"
"No wait it's not what the awesome me meant!" Prussia denied hastily, and then clamped his lips over America's in an effort to silence him. The idiot cowlick on the blond nation's head shot straight up in the air in surprise while his face turned red. Denmark and Norway both backed away hastily before either a fight or a make out session erupted in the airport.
The couple checked their flight schedule and realized they had time for lunch. Denmark smiled, "where do you want to get food?"
Norway frowned until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his head, accompanied by enough force to almost knock him to the floor. "Ve~ Norway let's get pasta together! Germany's gonna buy some pasta! Come eat with us!"
The Nordic straightened up to find Italy hanging around his neck smiling. The auburn headed nation cowered slightly when he saw Denmark but relaxed when the large nations smiled kindly. "Alright then, if it's alright with Germany we can eat with you."
Germany, who was a little ways down the terminal frantically looking around for Italy, spotted them. Though by the time he started towards them, Italy had taken Norway's wrist, who in turn took Denmark's hand, while the Mediterranean nation led them enthusiastically towards Germany at a dead sprint. In the process of dragging along two people, Italy stepped on one of his shoelaces and tripped, which in turn brought the two other nations down with him. Germany sighed and placed his hand on his forehead before helping Denmark and Norway up. He bent down, tied Italy's shoes again, and placed his hand on the smaller nation's head to bow it. "Sorry about that." He apologized serious.
"But Germany-y, we're gonna get pasta right? Please, they want pasta too! Can we have pasta?" Italy pleaded.
Germany sighed and faced the other couple, "Denmark, Norway, would you like to join us for lunch?"
They agreed and had a rather enjoyable meal with the other nations. Denmark and Norway bade farewell to their friends an hour later before finally arriving at their own gate. At the gate across from them sat England and France, the former of the two fuming vehemently about something, probably involving France. Speaking of whom, France stood up and sauntered gleefully over to the pair and took Norway away from Denmark, one hand tilting the Nordic's head, the other possessively wrapped around his back. "Ah ma fleur du nord, I believe this to be farewell. Though not forever. I shall see you at La Coupe du Monde. Oui?"
"Um right," that moment confirmed to Norway that the world was back to normal.
"Until then, bon voyage ma fleur du nord. I shall bid you farewell in the most proper fashion," and with that Norway expected a brief kiss on both cheeks. But he forgot the man in front of him was France, so he felt the other nation's lips right on his in a heated kiss, much to the chagrin of Denmark and England.
"You cheating bastard!" England shouted and dragged France off of Norway and down the gate to their plane to London.
Norway's face was red and he bowed to Denmark. "I'm sorry about that," he apologized embarrassed.
"Oh don't worry it's not your fault, I'm not gonna kill ya. I'm gonna help England murder France is all." Denmark smiled kindly, yet Norway was sure he could see flames erupting from behind his new boyfriend. "But that's for later, right now we gotta get going." He smiled as they walked up to the gate. Before they boarded though a young teen came running up, it was the fan with the duct tape that had saved Texas. Silently she handed an envelope to him then ran off again. He pocketed the letter and boarded the plane along with Denmark. When they sat down and buckled he pulled the envelope out and tilted his head, the language looked like someone had fed it through an Internet translator, the grammar wasn't perfect Norwegian but he could understand it. Denmark leaned over his should, "ooh what's it say?"
Norway cleared his throat then read, "dear Mr. Norway and Mr. Denmark, congratulations on doing well at the Olympics and getting together. We had a blast getting to meet you guys and hang out for the event. My speech is better than my writing, as you can tell. Anyway, we had a lot of pictures and thought you might want them; photos wouldn't work in our world. Our sister is the queen and she doesn't like tech from this world, so we gave them to you. My brother threw in a drawing he did while we watched your match against Canada in the final. Best from the Kingdom of Apropinquandi Montui and the Ucodi, Tenoh and Darnell."
Denmark frowned, "never heard of that country. Some sort of role playing game?"
"I'd assume so," Norway nodded. He folded the letter and replaced it in the envelope. He examined the pictures; one was from the first day they met back in Oslo after practice. The next few were from curling matches, followed by a couple of them at the party on the second day. After that came a few odd shots from around Vancouver of the twins, presumably as souvenirs. Then came the group shot everyone took at the park when they played a pick up game of football. Lastly came the drawing of him and Canada shaking hands after the final game, the boy was a talented artist no doubt about that. He'd colored in his sketch accurately down to the exact pattern of Norway's pants. He passed the drawing to Denmark, and then packed up the pictures into the envelope. Denmark passed back the picture, and stuck an ear bud in his ear passing the other off to Norway.
He stuck it in for a moment then tore it out, "I will have that song stuck in my head for the rest of the flight now, you ass."
Denmark shrugged and grinned cheekily, "It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small world after all! It's a small, small world!" He popped the other earphone back in and reclined in his seat. Norway fished out his book and read quietly until he fell asleep on Denmark's arm. They arrived in Reykjavík and ate dinner with Iceland, Ukraine, Russia and Belarus. The older Nordics would ordinarily have found this a rather disturbing setup, since most people found Russia too creepy, but Belarus' overwhelming creepiness kept the other nation rather pleasant to be around. They bade farewell to Iceland praying that Russia wouldn't murder Norway's younger brother and hopped on a plane to Oslo. They arrived back at Norway's house, where Denmark promptly raided the fridge for beer and something to eat. He flopped down on the leather sofa and turned on the TV.
"Danma use a plate!" Norway shouted and abandoned his luggage by the door.
"Come on Nils! We just got home! I'm hungry!" Denmark whined.
Norway stalked over and folded his arms blocking the other nation's view of the television. "Get a plate. Now!"
"Make me," Denmark chided, set his food and drink down on the floor and pulled Norway on top of him into a heated kiss.
Back in Vancouver at the hotel, Darnell stood up and held up his backpack of stuff. "I'm ready to go when you are Tenoh!" He frowned and searched for his sister, but when he couldn't find her, the teen sat on the bed and watched TV. His sister emerged from the darkness of the closet a few minutes later. "It took you long enough."
"You'll excuse me if the hotel didn't believe I had that much money. I had to run to an ATM, make a withdrawal from my cousin's account and personally hand the guy at the counter the payment in cash. Well at least they won't question cash. You all packed?" She asked and pulled off her winter jacket stuffing it in her backpack.
They walked over to the closet door, when Darnell sighed, "I don't suppose we'll ever get to see them then. I mean once we go back, then what?"
"First off it's not like this world disappears when we go back, second off, Harun and Nero called, they sent us this." She picked up a large postal box. After some digging in it she threw a brilliant yellow shirt with green trim at her brother. "Put it on."
He did as he was told, then frowned, "I feel like I'm radiating sunshine and goodwill. And who's 'Brasil'?"
Tenoh grinned from ear to ear and pulled on a black shirt with a red collar and three dark yellow lines on the arms while flourishing an envelope. "It's pronounced Brazil. Nero, being Demon King of Earth and a huge fan of the beautiful game scored enough for us, Ethan, Kaunis and Claire. Guess whose going to the World Cup? We are!" She practically sang. "So don't worry, we'll see them again in a few months. Just don't unpack your winter clothes! We're going south of the equator!" Swiping one hand across the mirror on the closet door, she tossed her backpack and the box through before stepping through the mirror.
Darnell sighed, "Why must every sporting event you enjoy have to be in winter? Why can't we have a nice tropical vacation for once?" And with that he followed his sister through the portal to their world.
Finis
A/N: I'll leave what sorts of things Denmark and Norway are up to to your imaginations. I'm terrible at writing that sort of thing. Once again thank you to everyone who supported my first attempt at a Hetalia fic! My sequel will probably focus more on Netherlands once it gets into the main story, I've got the first couple of chapters written and it's mostly Denmark and Norway but I think the focus will shift. Please look forward to it!
