answers the door, since Denmark shouldn't be walking around. "Yes..?" is surprised when he sees him. "Oh... H-hey..."

suprised. "Are ya supposed to be up?"

"I'm in better conditions then Danmark." takes a step back. "Come on in."

did not hear about Denmark yet. "Another fight?"

waits for him to get inside and closes the door, sighing. "Probably." looks down. "He was drunk, he doesn't remember."

shakes his head. "Ya feelin' alright?"

"Y-yeah. I'm... I... I'm better." looks at him. "Want to go upstairs to see him?"

Lead the way.

nods and turns around, waving a nisse away, leading him upstairs to Denmark's bedroom.

follows closely behind Norway, feeling a bit out of place.

knocks on Denmark's door.

"open~ Damn, norge, no need to knock..." groans from inside the room.

glares at the door, looks at Berwald apologetically , and opens it. "You better be dressed."

steps into the room, "'Lo, Denmark."

waves. "Berwald? What the hell, man?"

...

"Said I could visit Norway. Alright there?"

"He just needs to rest and take care of his hand. I'm seriously just waiting for him to get better so I can declare war...

...against South Italy. Just the South 'cause the North is pregnant."

*He* did this?

nods

"Yes. That useless piece of shit."

laughs.

frowning. "Why?"

"Easy there, Nor, we have a guest."

"Because Danmark was drunk enough to say something stupid, and being drunk he couldn't defend himself. You see..." shrugs, looking tired.

"And Norge simply won't go to sleep and take a rest...."

"Because Odin knows what might happen if I don't keep my eyes on you..."

they sound like an old married couple.

rolls eyes, replying with hevy sarcasm "Yeah, Odin knows...I might get turned on and push up on Sverige there, so yeah, you'd better watch

me, mister..."

takes a deep breath. "Sure, maybe you'd do that and wait with arms opened for Tino to come and break your face."

"Yeah, who knows, or maybe I'd even ask him to come and join the fun..."

clears his throat. "Reminds me, Tino 'n Peter send their best."

stops and looks at him. "Oh, thanks..."

looks at Berwald. "Thanks. You should bring them sometime."

"Sure, ya can visit too. Both of ya."

raises one brow "Sure, we will...One of these days.."

"Thanks, Sverige. Uh... sit down. I'll bring you something to drink... and eat. Coffee, tea, soda...?"

"Rum?" suggests with an innocent face.

settles down. "Coffee's fine."

nods at Berwald and glares at Denmark. "The rum's gone, Jack Sparrow." shows Berwald the chair. "Take a sit, I'll be back in a few"

fakes a pout. "Why is the rum always gone?" mumbles with fake annoyance, and looks at Berwald, watching him sit down.

staring back, studying his wounds.

raises one eyebrow, staring at him. "What..?"

"Been a while since I've seen ya hurt."

"Yeah...It's beena loong time..." laughs with a rather nostalgic gaze.

nods. "Nearly old men now."

comes back carrying a tray with mugs and a teapot with coffee.

chuckles. "Yeah, two old men, don't you forget it!"

waits for a mug. "Thanks, Norway."

serves them

drinks some in small sips. "Ya having any?"

"Some people might say I poison the coffee, but it's a lie." gets himself a mug.

gets himself a mug and chuckles, amost spitting his coffee.

stares at his coffee before taking another sip.

"Don't worry, Berwald, if it's poisoned, you can blame on me." takes another sip, laughing weakly.

"Berwald is not Cuba, he's not dumb."

"Who knows..."

"Norway wouldn't poison me."

"Who knoows..."

sips his coffee calmly. "I wouldn't."

nods. "'ppreciate that."

"Because he might have plans for you...."

"Like...?" looks at Denmark, thinks his theories are funny.

to hear this too.

waiting, and thinks Denmark will come up with something creepy

grins. "They say that, there once was a little boy, he got lost in the middle of the moutains..."

makes a "FFFFFFF" face

"And his name was Nerwald...BUT, he got lost, and never found his way back home...So, whenever a swedish drinks coffee, the boy would get

mad and chase down whoever was drinking." finishes his coffee. "So, for your safety, hand me yours."

suddenly glad that he didn't start a tale about a Finnish boy named Tino, lost in Norwegian mountains.

's initial plan was that, but he's injuried, so he decided not to take the risk.

hands over his nearly empty mug, his train of thought similair to Norway's.

looks at Berwald, wanting to tell him Tino will be fine 'cause Herger is with them, but is not sure if he knows where Tino is.

didn't find a note from Tino, but knows that he's with Estonia...somewhere.

looks at the nearly empty mug, pouting a bit. "Damn, there's no coffee here!"

"There's more coffe in the teapot, honey." chuckles, watching Denmark, then turns to Berwald.

"Hmm?"

winks and whispers at him. "I know.."

that maybe the coffee didn't go well with the painkillers he's taking. "So, how are things, Sverige? Will you and Tino go sailing with us?"

"Busy as always," He sighs. "Sailing would be nice."

"Aye, sailing, can't wait~!" serves himself more coffee, taking some painkillers with it.

"If you're alive by next week, you can go too, Danmark." looks at Berwald. "I've been busy too. Seems like the only one not busy is the

happy thing there", points Denmark

"what can I do, some work, some get their well deserved rest..."

"Need to work to earn rest."

"I have been working too..."

"Not."

"I have...With the olympic games annd the con that'll happen in december 'bout the wild life and stuff....I'm sooorrry, if I don't say it

out loud and everytime then...."

"You should voice it sometimes, you know..."

"Erhm...I will, then...next time..."

reaches to get his mug back from Denmark.

glares. "Hey, that's danish property now!"

"Want more. Give it."

((sweeeden~~~))"Oh, getting bossy...What's next? You'll bring the whip?" snarls at him, grabbing his own mug and serving himself more coffee

frowns deeply. "What 'bout bein' kind to guests?"

shakes his head and grins. "Oh, please, Berwald, you're family...This doesn't apply to you..."

"He has no manners, sorry, Sverige." mumbles.

"Don't know how ya put up with it, Nor."

"Because I goddamn kiss way better than you'd ever dream of...Plus, you're the only one I can't be gentle with, sorry..."

calmly sips his coffee.

"I got used to it..."

tries to inch his hand closer to the mug without being noticed.

"Berwald, are your attemps to reach my mug simply because you want to get a taste of Den here, or just because you like being an ass?"

keeps holding his mug.

rolls eyes. "Denmark, stop acting like a child and give him the mug."

fakes suprise. "Ain't obvious? Both."

"Oh, I knew it...Actually, if it wasn't for Norge here, I'd give you exactly what you want..." ignores Norge and sips the mug, drinking it

_teasingly.

sighs. "I just remembered why I hated so much living with you two." mumbles.

looks away and fans himself. "Too cruel."

chuckles. "Oh, don't worry, Sverige...I'm also having a hard time controlling myself here..." empties the mug and puts it on the table.

"Don't mind me, go on and solve your problem..." sips his coffee calmly.

"Oh, but, Norge, Berwald is a shy boy..."

pouts "Want me to leave?"