B. Just a collection of short one-shots varying in length that I wrote whilst holidaying in France. ^^ Enjoy.

Random one-shot #2 ~ DenNor (Denmark x Norway)

Sighing, Denmark threw open the door, ready to collapse after having his boss lecture him for two hours about getting drunk instead of going to the World Meet. It wasn't as if he had purposely forgotten the meeting! He just... Got too drunk to remember it.

Matthias scratched the back of his head, looking towards the kitchen. He was starving, but way too exhausted to move. If only Norge was there to make him a sandwich or something...

"Are you just going to sit there? Or are you going to tell me why I'm here, stupid Dane."

Denmark's head shot towards the door, where the afore mentioned Norwegian was standing.

"Huh?! Norway! What are you doing here? Did you somehow learn to read minds?!" Denmark exclaimed as Lukas shot him an annoyed glare.

"You called me to come over here last night. Said you had something important to tell me, but you sounded completely drunk. So I decided I'd save myself the trouble of getting out of bed until today." Norway informed the elder Scandinavian, brushing his fringe out of his eyes.

"Oh... Yea I did. I can't remember why I called you. I don't have anything important to say-" Matthias cut himself off as he recalled the previous nights activities. Prussia and Southern Italy had been with him that evening, since they didn't have to go to World Meetings unless their brothers were ill.

FLASSSSSHHHH

"Kesesesesese~ Vhy don't ve play a game~" Gilbert drunkenly slurred.

"No way bastardo! I've seen that movie!" Romano snapped back, folding his arms. "You were making a Saw reference... Right?"

The two other Europeans burst out laughing, causing the Italian's face to pout.

"You're so funny Lovino~. I vas thinking ve could play Truth or Dare."

"Me thinks this sounds amusing! The mighty king of Northern Europe shall go first then!" Matthias volunteered, chugging his fifteenth beer can.

"Awesome! Truth or Dare, Denmark?"

"Hmm... Truth!"

"Okay bastardos! I'll ask the questions here! Do you like Norway?"

FLASSSSHHHHH

Gilbert had ended up daring Matthias to call Lukas, and tell him how he really felt. The forfeit was Prussia and Romano telling Norge instead.

"If theres nothing you need to tell me, I have to see Romania in an hour." Norway glanced at his watch. "My train leaves in five min-"

Lukas was shut up as Matthias crashed their lips together for a brief moment. The Dane broke the kiss as quickly as he had started it. The Norwegian just stood there, staring at Matthias, as if frozen in place.

"Thats what I wanted to tell you, Lukas. You can go catch that train to Vlad's place now." Denmark guiltily avoided Norway's gaze. Thus not seeing a red tint spread across Lukas' pale face.

"I... I guess I could stay a little longer. It's not as if anything important is going to happen if I go."