The next afternoon, Norway set off on an epic quest to find England.
Eventually, he thought to try England's hotel room. Norway hadn't thought he'd be there still, but it was the only place left to look.
He knocked on the door. No answer. He knocked again. Still no answer.
Looking around to make sure that no one was in the hall, he unlocked the door with a thought and pushed it open.
He listened for a moment. There was a sound coming from…the balcony, Norway thought.
He walked to the door that led to the balcony. He was right; England stood, leaning on the railing, and talking into a cell phone. Something about leaving notes.
"Were you aware of how cliché you're being?"
England jumped a little and turned around. "Norway. What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to apologize."
"Why? You are the victor. I never apologized."
"I haven't been victorious in a long while. I've forgotten what it feels like."
"And I have forgotten what it feels like to be conquered."
"Your thousand-year anniversary is coming up."
"Yeah, it is." He sighed and looked down at the phone. He pushed a button and put it back in his pocket. "They hate me, you know."
"Who?"
"My brothers, my children, all of them. They all changed their names, even, and their flags. I -I regret treating them the way I did."
"It's in the past now. I don't think they hate you."
England wiped a hand across his eyes. (He hadn't been crying, had he?) "Why do you say that?"
Norway sighed and looked away. "I…have been married. Several times. Each time, I had no choice in the matter -much like your brothers had no choice. Yet I did not hate Sweden. Nor did I hate Denmark. We are family, England. You cannot hate family."
"You do not know my brothers, nor my children."
"That is not true."
England stared down at the ground several stories below. Norway frowned and took a step closer.
"What do I do now?"
"Talk to them And if they do not listen, try again. You must give them time."
"Thank you, Norway."
"Always. We are friends after all."
"Is there nothing more?" England asked, stepping away from the balcony.
"Not for a long time, England."
England smiled sadly. "A foolish hope, I suppose." A pause. "It might be nice to have the house to myself finally."
"It always is." Norway turned and left.
A/N: Ship magic countries with other magic countries, that's what I say. Also, Sherlock. Have I succeeded in giving you feels yet?