Author's note:

i really like Norway too...hehe but with Belarus. I do like reading DenNor friendship...but nothing that deeper. Maybe Fluff but not smut. Anyway...here's he's POV! Plus it's a bit connected with the previous chapter.

My annoying 'boyfriend' was straining his eyes to look back without turning his head or body around. He blushed in an almost crimson palette. His eyes were now glued to the door at the end of the over-exaggeratingly long hall. His eyes shined with the beams of light as he looked at me with a childish pout.

"Do you think there's something between sweet Alfred…a-and HIM!" he gritted his teeth as he was reminded of the brotherly scene earlier. I huffed.

"It wouldn't have happened if you gave America the bagel earlier. Stupid Dane." My ex-king placed his arms around my hips and gripped me tighter, almost cracking my hip bone. He cuddled his chin with my hair and started to sniffle comically. He kept making cooing sounds and long breaths faking a loving scene between us. I could actually hear America's teeth gritting.

"Well it's not my fault…that he…um…W-what's it to you anyway?" he pointed out. How this Dane could be so wrong. He was scared of giving the bagel that was the only reason. Also that was the only reason he never tried to have a more 'intimate' relations with the honey-blonde powerhouse.

"*Sigh* I'm stuck with you…you're constantly bothering me. So I have no other choice than to entertain you" I said flatly. If you're thinking I have a crush on him or I'm a shit tsundere. You are WAY OUT OF YOUR HEAD. I just don't want him to make a fool of himself…and also I think America might do him good, for some strange reason. He's still my 'brother' and I'll make sure he doesn't make the wrong decisions.

Besides… I already have my eye on somebody else.

I stopped in my tracks…staring at the nation before me. His eyes…like the most perfect amethyst…His hair almost as white has snow…his face…like an angel with a big nose….his purple scarf. My heart skipped a beat.

Russia.

Oh no, I am not in love with that creep…although Denmark for some strange reason has good relations with him leading some fans to ship them. I've read some fanifcs…although I didn't quite enjoy imagining them.

No, it's the nation behind Russia, that's the one I want.

…Lithuania?

NOPE.

Estonia?

Hell NO.

L-latvia?

I'm not a pedophile. *Sigh* I'm talking about the one in the corner…hiding in the shadows.

BELARUS! That grade A babe.

Man, what I would give to show her what it really is to be with a Viking. I'd give her what a women needs not only in bed. I'd love her 'til the very end. I'd show her real love. She'll never get that from Russia.

I remember the first time she looked normal. The time my heart skipped a beat. I was just lounging in a café when I saw her in tight black jeans, a collared shirt, and cute navy-blue vest with her hair tied back. She was an angel, sipping her coffee as she read some vogue.

I didn't notice her until she waved with a small smile. She assured me she was off for her crazy Russia spree. We hang out the whole day, before she shifted to crazy mode again. But I made sure every time she was off, I'd be the first one to get her breakfast, lunch, and dinner. I just need more time to tame that beauty.

"Norway! How are you, comrade?" asked the smiling Russian. I snapped out of my day dream and nodded before briefly seeing Natalia follow Ivan as he passed us.

"Guess somebody's spying on Natalia again~" cooed a voice.

"I-I am not! I was just thinking h-how stupid you are!"

"Hehe. I'm stupid…but aren't ya more stupid for fallin' for some psycho?"

"Says the man who fell for a kid not even half his age!"

"Ow…that's burns…well you're…ah…hmmm…I hate ABBA!"

"They're Swedish"

"Well then…I think I'm better at being Iceland's big bro…than you!" that irritating smile….

"AHHH! YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I punched him so hard that he went flying through the door. The whole hall vibrated as the giant crack spread to every inch of the space. He rubbed his head to ease the pain. He wasn't the only one affected, Russia got his head stuck in a painting that fell on him and Belarus was nicked by small shards of glass from the chandelier.

I saw my beloved rubbing her thighs while being checked by Lithuania.

Damn him.

I ran up to them knocking Lithuania out of the way. Wait he was flying away, should I say.

"Are you alright, Nat?"

"I'm fine Lu." She smiled…that smile.

"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!?" yelled an American who had his hair in a fucking mess, his pants undone, his shirt disheveled, his palm and pits sweaty and he had no shoes on. He was followed by an equally messy…American(?)…oh wait, CANADIAN. Both blondes had their eyes partly closed, obviously afterglow still in effect, their shirts were sloppy giving everybody a near perfect view of the sculpted rocks underneath.

There were whispers in the background.

"I thought America was obese"

"Who's that guy?"

"CANADA"

"I thought he was like a freakin' twink"

I slapped myself. They just had sex…but the others thought more of their astonishingly toned bodies. I looked at the Dane with his eyes completely white in shock and his mouth hitting the floor.

"Th-they just had…" he grabbed my hand and dragged me away from Belarus. "WE ARE GONNA HAVE SEX TOO! Damn it….if that damn Canadian can defile that sweet American than I'm gonna defile you!"

"Hell no!"

I looked at Belarus one last time…she smiled and waved goodbye before turning back to crazy town. What a woman. Determination is my fucking turn on! She has gallons of it and I want it…I want her…I want her…I want her…I want her…I want her.

-THE MORNIG AFTER-

Of course, Denmark didn't get any last night…good thing he just went to a whore house…I heard that about 20 strippers couldn't attend work the night after…something about being unable to walk? I totally feel bad for those women.

I got my newspaper and it read….

"AMERICA and QUESTIONABLE 'AMERICAN(?)/CANADIAN/FRENCH-DESCENT(?)' ARE TOTALLY HOT'

…AWKWARD SILENCE…

….how can the world be so stupid?