tosses and turns around on the bed, his head pressed against Norway's pillow as he mutters some Danish.

tries to remember Danmark's favorite foods from when they were kids, unable to decide if he should cook those or whatever kids like_

these days.

whines and sobs. His head hurt.

hears a sound and gets medicine, running upstairs with his nisse, opens the door and sits on the bed. "Hei, kiddo..."

holds his head with both hands and looks at him. "Lukas..." he mutters. "My head hurts... what did I do?" he pouts.

"You... drank, too much." hands him the pill and the glass of water. "Take this, it'll make it better."

nods, taking the pills and drinking it all. "I.. drank?" he blinks. "But Ravn never lets me drink."

"Let's say you... found a way to." smiles a little. "You're a very smart kid, Niels."

smiles. "You think so?" he beams. "Ravn says I'll be a great warrior when I grow up!" he throws his arms in the air.

nods. "You will. You'll have the world at your feet, one day."

's mouth curls into an 'o'. "Really?" he smiles. "This... this is awesome!" he grins. "I hope I can do all earl Harald told me too."

told me to**

grins and runs his fingers through his hair. "You'll never disappoint him. Now, rest a little, I'm making you dinner. As soon as you_

feel better, go downstairs to eat, okay?"

smiles. "Can I watch you cook, Lukas?" he hums, tugging his sleeve. "Please! All the other kids can watch their food be cooked!"

nods. "Sure, sure! Come on!" stands up, waiting for him.

grins. "You're so cool, Lukas!" he stands up too, clapping his hands, wincing a bit but looking up at him. "Where to?"

"Downstairs, to the kitchen. What will you want to eat?" leads him.

walks after him. "Do you have salmon? Or heering?" he blinks. "Anything is good, really." he hums, looking at the house, staring at some_

objects and pictures.

owns that fairy tale style of house, all furniture in rustic dark wood, with pictures all over the place, with some objects he uses to_

perform magic around, books about all kinds of subjects, and some documents he was supposed to read, with a small notebook he uses as a_

journal, on the couch, by an empty bottle of whisky. "I'll make you salmon, then."

smiles, nodding. "Thank you!" he hugs what he can reach from him, pulling back and staring at him a bit. "You're.... not Dane."

shakes his head. "I'm Norge." frowns. "I mean, Norwegian..."

nods. "Ah..." he pauses. "You mean, from norse?" he blushes a bit, taking a step back. "I know him."

looks at him and gets on his knees, biting his lower lip. "Niels, what year do you think we're in?"

blinks, frowning. "We... we're in 837, aren't we?" looks around, his eyes widening a bit.

bites his lower lip and picks him up, sitting him on the couch, sitting in front of him. "We're in... 2010."

's eyes go round as plates, as he stumbles back and his back hits the couch, and he covers his mouth. "H-hvad?"

sighs. "I'm Norway." frowns. "We've known each other since forever. And we... kind of... have a huge history. BUT some shit happened and it_

seems you've been turned into a kid, and had your memories erased. You're... a Kingdom, now..."

covers his mouth still, staying in silence. "We... you're.. you're norse?" he blinks. "That.. he.. you.." gasps and sits down. "But...._

from 2010 to 837..." he pauses, gulping.

scratches the back of his neck. "I'm..." sighs. "Listen, you don't have to worry now, okay? You'll be back to your old idiot self soon."

looks away, lost. "They.... they all died." he mutters, weakly, nodding to him. "j-ja..." he covers his face, curling in the couch.

"Awww..." cuddles him. "Don't be like that. Nowadays, you have a huuuge family."

clings to him. "But...." he looks up. "Did.. did Harald see me win a big fight? Marry and have kids?"

pauses. "I mean, I did all these things, right?!"

looks away. "Let's talk about other things, ja? Specially not about marriage and kids..."

tugs his sleeve. "Was she pretty, at least?" he hums, talking about his pseudo-wife.

supposes they died, somehow.

how he's supposed to answer this. "You see... You... didn't marry a WOMAN..."

jumps on his seat. "WHAT?!" he gasps, surprised as he pulls back. "But.... how?!" he looks down at himself.

"But I can assure you he is... was... a good guy. Handsome, cute and nice. And loved you more than anything in this world." nods.

eyes him a bit confused, but shrugs. "What happened to him?" he crawls back next to him, curling up on his lap. "Was he a warrior?"

smiles softly. "Yes, just like you. You were the first person he talked to, and the first he could relate to. Even though he never admited_

it, he always loved you. He was just too confused, you know. You kind of forced the union between you two. But he didn't really mind."

nods. "Ah, that's cute... And cool, that we were both warriors!" he blinks. "Where is he?" he tugs his sleeve again, smiling a bit.

bites his lower lip. "Aren't you hungry?" feels awkward for a moment.

hears his stomach growl and laughs. "Ja, Lukas!" he grins, moving away. "I was curious.. and you sound like you know so much about me..."

shrugs. "I grew up with you." stands up, moving to the kitchen again. "And you the first person I talked to."

pauses, looking at him a bit lost, before he blinks, blinks again. blinks. dashes after him. "Wife!" he beams, hugging his leg.

SIIIIGHS. This, this kid, this nation, it's his karma, he believes. "Yeah... nowadays it's more like... ex-h--...wife."

frowns, taking a step back. "Huh?" he blinks. "What do you mean? You're not my wife anymore...?" looks down. "Oh, it's because I was big_

and now I'm lille, ja?" blinks.

turns around and knees in front of him again. "Nei. It's because things weren't working for any of us. I am a jealous guy. And I kind of_

regret letting the adult!you go, but... meh. I'm always taking the wrong decision." kisses the top of his head. "Sit, I'll cook."

pauses. "If you're the adult of Norse.. well," he pauses, blushing and looking away. "Ah, you should do the right thing, then." he smiles_

and pokes his cheek. "You're really cool, Lukas." he grins, laughing at the kiss.

"I don't know who is this Norse you keep talking about..." turns to the sink, preparing the fish.

frowns and pouts. "It's you." he pokes his leg, then walks to sit down on a chair, struggling a bit. "But last time I saw you, you were_

så lille..." pouts, crossing his arms.

"Jeg er. Du er høy." says chuckling. ("I am. You're tall.")

stares at him. "I am tall!" he whines, pouting more and staying still to reach the table, sniffing the air. "Smells good~!" he grins.

pats his head. "Feeling better?"

nods. "Ja, Lukas." he looks around, jumping off his seat to explore the room, rushing to the fridge and staring at him. "Uuuuu~! big white_

box." he hums, looking up at it.

"Big white box filled with ice and food." shakes his head. "You're an amusing kid."

grins at him. "Ravn says the same." he laughs, rolling on the floor. "Old man loves me~!" he hums, rolling. "He's a skäldä!" (poet)

watches as he puts the food on the table, with a glass of milk. "Danmark, you'll get all dirty."

sits down, looking at him from the floor and rubbing his eyes, before he walks to him and raises both arms with a smile, to be pulled up.

gets him in his arms and takes him to the bathroom, leaning him a little in the sink. "Wash your hands."

clings to him on the way to go, leaning as he flails a bit before he gets how to wash his hands, doing so. "Yeaaah, mum." he frowns,_

flicking some water on his face after. "done~!"

chuckles and nuzzles his cheek. "Mum? I'm not your mom, I'm your kids' mum." Says with a playful pout. "Now, time to eat, you hyper thing."

nods. "Ja, ja!" he laughs, clinging to him again. "Let's go then, wife." he hums, closing his eyes. "Wife is better?" he nuzzles him a bit.

"Call me Norge, okay?" grins and sits him on the chair.

nods, sitting on the chair, and reaching out to get the milk, drinking with both hands. "Ah... Norge." he chuckles. "Norge!" he beams.

"Ja..." sits on the opposite side, watching him.

drinks his milk, licking his upper lip that was whiteish now, eating the salmon with his hands.

"You know... we use those metal things on the table, called knife and fork..."

licks his fingers, blushing and looking down. "Ah..." he curls his hands back awkwardly, then grabs the knife and fork, eating it without_

much skill. "y-yeah." he waves it off, struggling.

shakes his head. "Don't be embarrassed... there's no way you could have known this."

smiles and looks up at him, using the knife with ease - well, he thinks he's hunting, but still trying to get what is this 'fork' about.

smiles awkwardly. "Help?"

nods and walks over to him, taking his small hands. "You hold it with the fork, like this. Then you cut it with the knife, and put it_

in your mouth, just like this." makes the moves, guiding his hands carefully.

watches his movements intently, nodding to the instructions and getures, opening his mouth and eating it, noshing on it and nodding_

repeatedly after, grinning. He looks at the plate, grabs the knife and fork, and stats to do as he was told. Yep, the boy learns quick.

watches him, amused.

struggles still a bit at the beginning, but soon can eat with ease, smiling at him and showing off his skills, sometimes pausing to drink_

his milk. "Ah... you forgot a bottle on your couch." he points out, smiling to himself.

's eye go wide. "I... yeah."

chuckles to himself, still eating his salmon "What was the party about?" he hums, used to seeing his fellow men drink for days to celebrate.

"Uh..." looks away. "It wasn't a party. I was drinking to forget."

blinks. "Ah... damn, I'm not Ravn." he chuckles, nomming his salmon. "Forget what?" he asks, insitent.

insistently*

"You. Well, adult!you." shrugs moving to the sink.

like he's been slapped hard. So, he falls into silence, eating to ignore what happened, pondering what he probably did.

notices he got quiet and sighs, kneeling by his side. "It's not your fault, okay? I was the one who did the wrong thing this time, so..._

I think I'm kind of paying the price for my own decisions. We'll be fine. Me, the adult!you... actually, you're just fine."

let go of his fork, knife, and glass and throws his arms around him, clinging to the other. "Fix it." he demands, harshly, pulling back to_

stare at him. "You'll get nowhere sitting around like that, Norge." he grins, sounding like his adult!self for a moment.

closes his eyes, sighing. "How will I fix this? We're both drained... We're done with this relationship, it'll never work."

chuckles. "You sound like Gunnur, that unlucky sorry-ass." he looks up. "He was too pessimistic, lost the battle of his life because of_

it." he hums. "Well, what did you do wrong?" he pokes him. "Start from there, don't do it again." he hums. "Or that's what old man'd say..."

nods and stares at him. "I'll keep that in mind."

grins, tugging the corners of his mouth up. "Smile~!" he insists, laughing delightedly. "You'll get wrinkles." he makes a face.

can't help but laugh a little. "Okay, okay. Eat your food."

shakes his head. "I'm finished..." he whines, yawning a bit.

"Come on, you'll take a bath and you'll go to bed early tonight." takes him in his arms again.

blinks, but nods and leans against him, letting himself be carried as he rests his head against him, clinging a bit. "Where am I going to_

sleep, nor?"

"I have a spare room..." looks at him. "But I have a big bed in my bedroom..." doesn't know if he wants to sleep alone or not.

smiles. "Ah.. can I sleep with you?" he doesn't look at him. "N-not that I'm scared of the dark or anything, bullshit!" flushes, flailing.

nods. "Sure." opens the bathroom door, filling the tub with hot water. "Do you need help bathing?"

looks around, undressing himself and tossing his clothes on the floor, jumping awkwardly into the bath tub. He's a proud bastard and he_

won't ask for help, nope. He smiles, closing his eyes, sinking into the water.

smirks and hands him a soap.