Mathias submerged himself deeper into the thick blanket that covered him, his cheeks tinted a faint rose from the toasty embers that were spat out from the core of the fire that burned bright in the fireplace. The Dane began to submit to the strong call for slumber, his sky blue eyes drooping. Suddenly, a loud knock at the door caused the country to bolt upright. Mathias frowned, consulting his wristwatch for the time. It was awfully late for someone to be calling at his residence and he had no idea who it could be, for he wasn't expecting any company. Turning off the Christmas movie he'd been half invested in, Denmark reluctantly cast aside the blanket and rose, strolling over to the door. Only, when the man took a glance through the peep hole there wasn't a soul in sight. Perplexed, the Dane unbolted the lock to prise open the door, surveying his surroundings until he spotted a neatly wrapped box on his welcome mat.
"Hej?" Mathias called out, but his greeting yielded no response. Denmark, full of curiosity, obtained the package and reentered his home, closing the door with his foot. The blond took to the kitchen, where he delicately placed the mysterious box onto his table, examining it closely. It was a box no bigger than a shoebox and was meticulously wrapped in festive wrapping paper completed with a shiny gold bow wrapped around it. It looked like a Christmas gift, however there was no note or card or even gift tag to even so much as hint to the Dane who this present was from. Who would leave him a gift in such a manner? Then, a strike of realisation hit Mathias like a ton of bricks. It was the Nordic secret Santa gift exchange, so this was bound to be a gift from one of his fellow Nordic nations!
Gently pulling apart the frail ribbon, Mathias carefully tore at the wrapping paper and lifted the lid on the box, revealing a beautiful Dala horse pendant on a sleek silver chain. The Dane held the delicate jewellery in his hands, rendered speechless by its beauty momentarily, before instantly putting it around his neck, the cold metal of the pendant clashing with the warmth of his bare skin. Given the origin of the Dala horse, Denmark had a pretty good idea who the gift came from, leading the man to form a bright smile that beamed from ear to ear. Beneath the necklace, partially hidden by a thin layer of sparkly tissue paper, was a bottle of Julmust and a box of chocolates.
"Not bad Sverige, not bad at all..." Mathias smirked, cracking open the chocolates and popping a dime shaped piece into his mouth.