Stupid Sister Australia, the blond grumbled in his mind. Standing next to the banquet table, he glared at the woman dancing with Denmark. Everyone knew that his fellow Scandinavian belonged to him – and to have one of England's children try to move in on his territory –
Breathe, he mentally chided himself. After all, it wasn't really Sister Australia's fault. Denmark was just so oblivious to Norway's feelings for him that it was no surprise that Sister Australia went along with it. And he had to admit; offering her the Danish crown for the ball was a rather chivalrous thing of Denmark to do, one he hadn't really thought him capable of.
If only he could do that without ending up in bed with Sister Australia, Norway would even find it within himself to be proud of and touched by his best friend's thoughtfulness.
Which was another thing that irritated him. He wanted to more than just Denmark's best friend – he just didn't know how to tell the other blond that.
Well, no, he did. He just hadn't thought he would have needed to take so drastic an action just yet.
But watching the two of them on the dance, clear as day the fact that were going to end up sleeping together – well, he didn't really have a choice anymore.
His sister would never forgive him if he left in the middle of the ball, but as soon as they returned home, Norway was going to take extreme measures to make sure Denmark came to know of his feelings.
He had absolutely no doubt that Sister America would jump at the chance to help.
So, it seems like my muse only wants to write drabbles...I'm hoping the next one is nice enough to go past 500 words...
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