thought he had burned all the books around. Clearly, one escaped from him... ¬¬'

now trying to find his shotgun to fufill the deal. >D

hidden.

find him.

bets he can't.

trying hard, looking in all of his usual hiding places.

hidden on the mostly obvious place ever, or so he thinks.

tries Norway's house.

not there.

tries Denmarks' house.

hm...not yet.

decides to wait at Denmark's house--after all, he has to come home *sometime*

sneaking back into his house from a small window on the back, and soon is in his hall, sitting down on his couch.

sitting on the front step outside Denmark's house, having not heard him come in.

sighs, and not noticing that he's there already, stands up. "Hød? Yo, boy~" starts calling for his dog.

jumps when he hears Denmark call for his dog. He then scrambles to his feet and knocks on Denmark's door.

walks to his door, opening. "Oh, it's you..." turns around, leaving the door open, then stops. "Wait, what's with the shotgun?"

grins. "So, I found a history book. You and Norway *have* been married."

crosses his arms. "Oh, crap...We did, it was more so I could control him, but whatever..." doesn't link it to the contract.

shrugs. "A marriage is a marriage, right?"

nods. "Well, it is..." blinks. "Wait, what do you want with all that...Oh, crap..."

grins and pulls out their contract.

frowns. "Norge, you bitch..." picks the contract, reading it. "And I didn't even order you to shoot him instead? What the hell?!"

shrugs. "I simply wrote what you told me to write."

frowns. "Can't we apply this to, say, Berwald? You see, I've never married him..."

shrugs. "Ah, but, Berwald isn't a total bitch."

frowns. "LIE! He is, ok, Norge's a fucking bitch with all the letters, but Berwald's no sweet either!"

smirks "Ah but Norway is more of a bitch than Berwald"

frowns. "Well, I can...Prove you wrong for the sake of my own life?"

raises an eyebrow. "Can you?"

sighs, dropping his arms down. "Nope, he's beyond bitchy for me to try to make him look decent...."

blinks. "So...wait. What?"

grins. "Well, yeah, yeah, now, why don't you go after him instead, huh?" pats his back, shoving him away. "Move, Cuba, moove~~!"