He was going to do it. He was going to face Denmark, and he was terrified. He had gone through all of the worst case scenarios possible. He almost chickened out, but he was here again. Everyone in the Nordic house was tired of Norway's sulking and Denmark avoiding them. Even Iceland. So Iceland did what any other little brother would do. He dragged Norway to the Danish household.

"You need to grow up. Just admit how much you need him." Iceland shook his brother. He may hate Denmark, but he cared for his brother more. "Besides, with you sulking all the time Finland has to cook. I'm getting sick of going hungry." Norway's lips twitched into an almost smile.

So there he stood. The lights were on, so he knew Denmark was home. Iceland was right; he needed to grow up and face what he's done. His stomach turned itself in knots as he knocked on the door. He felt a weight fall onto his shoulders.

The door opened to reveal a very surprised Denmark. He couldn't believe it. Norway was here, on his free will. There was a long awkward silence that neither country knew how to break.

"Norway? I don't mean to sound rude but, why are you here?" Denmark spoke cautiously. He didn't want to upset Norway again. That as the last thing he needed. An angry ex-Norwegian Viking could cause a lot of damage.

"I um…I was hoping to talk to you." Norway's voice was timid and soft. He kept his eyes locked on his feet.

"Oh um…sure." Denmark was nervous. He wanted his friend back. He was just scared to say it. Denmark moved to the side for Norway to come in. They both shuffled into the living room. The whole house was filled with an awkward tension. Norway faced Denmark and took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry." They both blurted out together. Both men were equally surprised. "Why u are you sorry?" Norway questioned. He was the one who screwed up. Not Denmark.

"Finland called to yell at me. He said that you were really upset and he was getting worried. In all honesty he sounded like a deranged housewife." Denmark looked ashamed. He kept his eyes glued to his feet. His cheeks were starting to turn red from embarrassment.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. In fact, I'm the one who should be apologizing." Denmark was surprised. He had never heard Norway say he was sorry. He always thought Norway wasn't capable of regret.

"You were right. I was being a jerk. I wasn't thinking about you. I said and did things that were unforgivable and I'm sorry." Norway rushed. His eyes began to fill with tears. At this point he was willing to beg for his friend back.

"It's ok Norge." Norway smiled at his nickname. "But I don't think we should be friends. All we've ever done is hurt each other or one of us is annoying the other. I think we would do better if we kept ties strictly political." Denmark tried to keep a straight face. Norway could feel his tears starting to drip down his already stained cheeks.

"No." Norway's voice cracked. "No it wont work." Denmark felt like he had been hit in the stomach. "I refuse to let it be political. As embarrassing as this is to say, I need you. I'm a wreck without you. I spend so much time worrying about you, that I don't have time to destroy my home. I even miss you. I miss you showing up right when I need you. I miss how there's always a room in my home that smells like you. I miss how we do voice covers of Sweden's and Finland's fights. And mostly, I miss my best friend." Norway took a second to catch his breath before looking at Denmark.

He had tears falling like Norway did. He He had a small, sad smile as he lightly shook his head.

"You're making this difficult you know." Denmark let out a light chuckle. Norway let a rare grin light up his face.

"Haven't I always?" Then Norway did something completely out of character. He wrapped his arms around Denmark and pulled him close. "I missed you. I was scared that you would hate me forever." Denmark sighed and put his arms around the smaller man as well.

"No. Forever is way to long for us. But I did miss you." They stayed like that for a long time. Denmark just let Norway cry away his frustration as he let silent tears fall as well. He didn't say a word. Norway eventually cried himself to sleep. He laughed quietly and carried his friend up to his room and tucked him in. He grabbed a pillow and blanket and headed down to the couch. It was a tad uncomfortable, but he didn't care. He was just glad to have his friend, no his brother back

Fin…..maybe ;)

Thank you for being so patient with me. CST's kicked my butt and I've had projects loaded on me. My teachers have been glaring at me all day because I've been writing in school. I really appreciate you guys taking the time to read this. It means a lot. -JR