Norway was walking to the meeting room late the next morning when he was pulled into a random room off the hall.

"Hva faen-?"

"Good morning, Norge!"

Norway gripped his head in both hands. Oh, he should not have had so much beer last night…

"Could you please lower your voice?"

"Nope! I'm not even talking that loud."

"How are you not hung-over?"

Denmark shrugged. "Poor Norge. Not used to German beer."

"Seriously, if you're just going to harass me, I'm going to go get the meeting over with, and then I'm going back to bed."

Denmark chuckled. Norway looked around. Sweden, Finland, and Iceland were also there.

"Hva-?"

Denmark pushed Norway into a chair and put a pen in his hand. "Here, sign this," he said, gesturing to the paper in front of Norway.

"What is this?" Norway squinted (it was much too bright in the room) and tried to read it.

A cup of coffee was pushed into his hand. His eyes focused as he sipped it slowly.

"'The Declaration of a New Union, Which'-" He set the cup down. "Helvete! I'm not signing this."

"Why not, Norge? You didn't even finish reading it."

"I'm not getting into another union with you idiots. No offense, Sweden, Finland."

"Hey!"

"Be quiet, Ice. Why not, Norge?"

"Because you all annoy the hell out of me! I don't want to live with you!" Faen, he forgot about his hangover. He lowered is voice. "Leave me alone. You are crazy."

"We can establish a blockade on you, Norge." Denmark plucked the half-filled cup off the table and held it out of Norway's reach. "After all, it's not as if you need coffee every morning…"

"I don't."

"You're such a liar, Norge," Denmark said, with a touch of both glee and fondness in his voice, as he ruffled Norway's hair.

"I hate you." He put his head on the table. "You wouldn't dare blockade me."

Denmark laughed. Norway groaned. "My head…"

"I'll give you your coffee back if you sign it."

"Faen te deg."

"You don't mean that."

"The Hell I don't. Give me my damned coffee back."

"Sign it."

"Hell no."

Denmark smirked and raised the coffee cup to his lips. "You sure, Norge?"

"I hate you all. Go to hell," Norway muttered as he grudgingly signed the contract. "Give me my coffee back."

Denmark handed the coffee back and lightly kissed the top of Norway's head.

Norway sipped the coffee. "Are you happy now, Idiot?"

"Almost." Denmark reached under the table and pulled out a wooden box, which he set on the table. Flipping open the box, he lifted a silver crown out and placed it on Norway's head. "Now come the days of the King. May they be blessed," he whispered.

"I'm not wearing this crown ever again."

"Oh, come now, Norge! You look so great in it."

"I hate you."

"Love ya, too, Norge."

"Go away. Aren't we going to be late for a meeting?"

Denmark laughed. "Meeting? What meeting?"

Norway groaned. "Faen. Te. Deg."

A/N: One chapter left!