what he wants?

to talk.

listening.

"Make him use the money for something useful, he needs it." frowns.

looks at him but nods. "Kay?"

why he has to do this why can't he just tell Denmark himself.

because Denmark won't listen to him, also, they just had a fight.

understands now.

stares.

what he is staring at.

keeps staring.

why?! He was feeling awkward.

grabs his glasses and runs away like there is no tomorrow.

gasps as the world goes blurry and tries to run after him, but he kept stumbling. "Norge!"

faaaaaaaast, runs, runs, runs... and enters a grocery store.

follows him getting into the grocery store but is completely lost...

in front of him, waving his glasses around, smirking.

grunts to him trying to grab his glasses. "Norge. G've 'em b'ck."

"Nei." takes a few steps back. "Catch me if you can, Sverige." runs.

runs after him, bumping into people. "Norge!" He growled chasing him.

turns an aisle, and the next right away, still running.

turns with him reaching out and grabbing him.

chuckles and raises both arms. "Ooops, it's not with me anymore."

stares at him. "Wh't?"

hid it somewhere while he was running, in some aisle. Smiiiiiirks.

frowns. "Wh're'd y' put 'em Norge?" He was getting a headache from trying to concentrate on his face.

shrugs. "Find it!"

groans a bit letting him go and standing up. He went back to the isle he was in before looking closely he was going to have a hard time...

smirks. "How do you feel without your glasses on?"

frowning and squinting. "Ann'yed. I can't see.." He grunted still trying to find them.

"Yeah... lost. right? Like everything is a blur..." says nodding. "Kind of like I feel right now. Except, I didn't lose my glasses."

frowns rubbing his temples. "Norge, y' d'cided to get the d'vorce, d'n't bl'me me."He wasn't trying to start a fight he just had a headache.

watches him, raising his eyebrows. "Because I coudn't stand you near him anymore. You're the one to blame. Sverige." gets the glasses on_

his back pocket.

freezes and stares at him. "Norge, I h'ven't d'ne a th'ng. The res'n 'm so cl'se to him is y'. Y' d'dn't want us f'ghtin 'nymore, so we_

st'pped." He didn't notice the glasses.

"I didn't want you being friends either. You know damn well how much I hate it, and don't play innocent, you know. Still, you made sure to_

be always around, always looking for him, always making jokes with bad intentions. What do you think I am? Stupid? Blind?" shakes his head._

"Maybe he likes having you around, but I don't. If I were to give an example, I'd say you were to me what Niko was to him." waves his_

glasses.

frowned at him. "I nev'r m'de j'kes w'th bad int'ntions!" He watched his brother. "Wh't N'derl'nds was to him? Nej Norge. I nev'r k'ssed_

him. Nev'r pl'nned to." He tried to grab his glasses again missing and his hand grazing Norge's face accidentally.

turns his face just in time, taking a step back. "What I feel towards this whole situation is the same. Don't play dumb, Sverige." he drops_

the glasses on the floor on purpose, watching him with disdain. "You're ridiculous. Annoying."

grunts slightly. "'M not pl'yin dumb Norge." He was getting tired of this. "Y'er the one th't's bein rid'c'lous." He saw the glasses drop_

and he bent to pick them up.

"Am I?" uses this chance to grab his hair and glare at him. "I'm just letting you know that, I'm watching you. Closely. I have 'friends'_

following your every move. You wake up, I know. You shave, I know. You sleep, I know. I have your every move maped, there's not one thing_

you do I'm not aware of. You touch Denmark, you keep the jokes with double meaning, you keep offering yourself like you're doing, and I'll_

make sure to let you know the taste of your own innards filling your mouth, got it? I'm not afraid of doing it. You have no idea who you're_

dealing with." pats his head, with a psycho look. "Have a nice day, Berwald." turns around and leaves.

grunts squinting up at him listening as he spoke. "Y'er l'ttle fa'ries?" He assumed not exactly caring at this moment and time. "Norge! 'M_

not doin 'nythin l'ke y' say I am." He sighed and gave him a hard glare. "Y' try th't th'n Norge." He pulled away from the pat picking up_

his glasses and slipping them on not caring that Norge had pretty much just threatened his life, plus he didn't even know what look he was_

given. He stood slowly as not to get dizzy and left the store.

didn't listen to him, too deep into his thoughts.