Norway woke up early the next morning to the smell of freshly-brewed coffee.

Actually, he'd probably have woken up on his own; he no longer had a pounding headache, nor was he sick to his stomach.

The he remembered what had happened the day before. Oh gods…

He pulled the covers back over his head. Screw the world.

The covers were pulled roughly off of him.

"Damn you, Denmark!"

"Wake up, Sleepyhead."

"That is no way to wake your king up." He tugged on the covers, to no avail.

"Oh, yeah, huh? Well, Norge, when I was king, we couldn't just lounge about in bed all day."

"I'm going to find that paper and rip it up."

Denmark laughed. "You're too late, Norge. We posted pictures of it on Facebook. It already has 143 likes. See?" Denmark plopped a laptop down on Norway's chest. It was opened to Denmark's Timeline.

Sure enough, a picture of the cursed document was posted there, with Norway's signature clearly visible: "Kongeriket Norge."

"Faen!"

"Yes, but it's not as bad as what happened to Scotty." Denmark reached over and scrolled down. Pictures of France and Scotland in *ahem* "compromising" situations.

"Who took these?"

"Hungary, of course."

"I hope Scotland doesn't find out."

"Oh, he wouldn't want to deal with Prussia." Denmark took the laptop away and pushed a cup of coffee into Norway's hands. "For what it's worth, I think you'll be a great king."

"It's not worth much, you idiot."

"But I get to live with you, Norge! Aren't you excited?"

Norway pulled on Denmark's tie until they were nose-to-nose. "No."

"Oh come on, Norge! I'm a delightful housegu- OW!"

Norway had taken Denmark's axe and smacked him across the face with the flat of it. A nice red mark was already forming.

"Go. Away."

"Of course, sir. See you later." Denmark stalked out of the room, rubbing his face.

Norway smiled smugly. Peace at last.

Prussia finally found Denmark drunk off his ass in the hotel bar. He sat down next to him. "Vhat is zhat on your face?" he asked, signaling the barkeep for a glass of beer.

"Norway *hic* hit 'em wif 'is own *hic* axe."

Prussia had not noticed America before, but it seemed that he, too, had consumed far too many beers.

A glass of beer was pushed across the bar. Prussia took a sip- not German, but still pretty awesome. "Vhat is zhis about Norwegen hitting you?"

"He did." Denmark was speaking un-awesomely thick Danish; Prussia could barely understand him.

Prussia laughed. "Zhat is so un-awesome! Vas it a lovers' spat?"

Denmark sighed. "I wish."

Prussia couldn't resist prying. Denmark was usually such a shallow person, bragging about his latest conquests, but never talking about those girls (and guys) again after the one-night stands. He never talked about his feelings. However, when he was this drunk…well, Prussia was going to have fun.

"But…you have feelings for him, ja?"

"Why would he? *Hic* He's so "hic* mean!"

"Shut your un-awesome face, Amerika!" Prussia signaled for another round of beer. "Vell, Denmark?"

"I've always loved 'im, since we were children."

"Really?"

"Ja. He was the first person I ever met."

"Vhy don't you tell me about it?"

That was all the prompting Denmark needed to launch into the long, mildly convoluted story of how Denmark met Norway, and the events that followed.

Some parts Prussia could not believe. "He and Scotland vhat?!"

"How d'ya think the Isle o' Man was created, hm? I won't even tell ya about Vinland."

"So, vhat are you going to do about zhis? It is not healthy to have zhe feelings for someone zhis long wizzout telling zhem."

"What're ya? France?" America interrupted.

"For zhe last time, Amerika, shut up zhat un-awesome face before zhe awesome me shuts it for you!"

Denmark emptied his glass of beer and signaled the barkeep for another one. "I dunno, Prussia. What d'ya think I should do?"

Prussia thought about his own experience with love. There had really only ever been one person for him. He ahd prayed- a lot -a first, because in those days, his younger days, it had been sinful for a boy to love another boy. This was no longer the case, of course. Also, Hungary had not turned out to be a boy.

"Tell him or not. Zhat is up to you. However, if you are not telling him, zhen you need to move on."

"I'll always love him, Prussia."

Damn it. Where was France when you needed him?

"'Zhe course of true love never did rum smooth,'" Prussia quoted softly. Let people say what they would; Prussia had more culture than all of them combined.

Denmark nodded and finished his beer. "Ya won't tell anyone, right?"

"Of course not." Well, Hungary wasn't just anyone. Besides, she'd be happy to hear that she'd been right about the whole thing.

Denmark stood and almost fell over. He righted himself. "Good night."

"Good night." Prussia should probably be going to bed soon; he had a plane to catch in the morning, and besides, Hungary was probably wondering where he was. Last call was being called now; they'd have to leave soon.

He stood and turned to say good night to America, but he was asleep. Clearly, he was not as awesome as Prussia.

Chuckling softly to himself, he walked out of the bar.

The lights flicked off behind him.

A/N: Finished at last!

Thank you everyone who's read this, and especially everyone who's reviewed.

I still do not won Hetalia. I also don't own Facebook.

For those of you still interested in reading things set in the SKUniverse ( as this universe has been dubbed), I have already started a sequel that is set about 25 years in the future. I have not decided on a title yet, though.