I can't believe I'm actually doing this... That's all Norway could think as he tried to act friendly with Denmark so-called friends. Prussia had started a long discussion with the Dane. All Norway heard was the occassional "Ze awesome me!" He would've rolled his eyes at the thought, except that he was kind of in the middle of what actually seemed to be a promising conversation with England. He can see them too! I'm always telling Denmark that my faeries are real. Who knew there were British faery tribes as well! Norway had actually been close to doubting himself in the past based on how often people said he was crazy for thinking they were real.

"So British faeries have never met the other tribes?"

England gave a small nod." Yes, well my friends don't seem to know where to find others. Even if they did, they're all probably so shy that they would die of fright!"

Norway checked to make sure their obnoxious buddies were still busy chatting." Are there any here?"

"Yes they're hiding behind me. Hang on, I'll tell them to come out and meet you."

After England had whispered a bit to himself(or so it seemed) ten or twelve little faeries came out from behind his jacket. There were four boys and eight girls, and their wings had a small, spring green pattern on the ends. They stood stiffly, as if they expected him to attack them by accident.

"Hello there, I'm Norway. I can see you, just like England, so don't be frightened."

The faeries loosened and one girl faery stepped forward." I am named Queen Radella of England's faery tribes. I think you look to be quite familiar, actually!"

Norway realized that he hadn't introduced his friends." You think I really look familiar? Well then, maybe you will recognize my friends."

About eight or so faeries then appeared in front of the Norwegian man. There were seven boys and only one girl. Their wings were smaller than the English faery wings, but the designs were much more intricate. There were small wave-like lines that curled little shapes, and the ends were a deep sapphire blue. One man amongst them stepped forward.

"I am King Kåre of the Norwegian faery tribes. It is an honor to meet you all."

The other faeries started muttering(in some cases giggling) about how the Norwegian was actually being polite. The Norwegian faeries were respected by other tribes, but were known to not have good manners.

"HEY NORGE! QUIT TALKIN' TO YOURSELF!"

Oh dear," What do you want Denmark?" His voice held a hint of annoyance, which seeing as where they were, would NOT be a good sign.

"Geez, sorry! Anyways, so Prussia was givin' me pointers on how to convince everyone that I'm totally AWESOME, and we got drinks for all of us!"

Norway turned towards the bar(which he had avoided facing) to see a small drink of some sort sitting in front of him. He looked and saw different ones in front of each person. Denmark had a large beer, Prussia had a slightly smaller beer that appeared to have been brought here by himself, and the Englishman had a shot of a darker liquid. Norway was unsure of its type because, as much as he hated to admit it, he had never had alcohol in his life. Denmark noticed this and proceeded to tell everyone.

"Yo, I forgot, dude! You've never had a drink, have you Norgie?"

"Will you QUIT calling me that?! And no, I haven't." Norway noticed that the last sentence had sounded a bit flustered. I'm never flustered. I'm Norway! He could tell he was blushing, and thanked for the lights being a bit dim so that only the countries were able to notice.

" You vill like it, trust me! If you don't, then you are velcome to try some German beer I brought!"

Norway shook his head and picked up his drink.