drunkenly thought was his brothers window and climbed in. (He couldn't remember where his keys were, and didn't want Astrid to see him_

drunk.) He took a large swig of his nearly empty vodka before pulling open the drawer where Den kept his pajamas and quickly changed in to_

something more comfortable… the night shirt was a bit longer and frillier than he remembered, leading him to giggle a bit, but he wouldn't_

judge. He grinned to himself before sliding in to the bed next to Denmark and wrapping his arms tightly enough to nearly suffocate him._

Wouldn't Denmark be surprised!

comes out of her deep sleep, shifting a bit and hissed. The pressure on her hurt, especially her arm and stomach. Thinking it was

Thora she turned to hug the other back.

had never come to experience that type of response in all of his years knowing the Dane. His grin broadened as he poked at "his" side_

hoping to elicit more of a response, but then he felt something strange against his chest. He poked at it… Were those… "Wh'n'd y' g't b'bs?"

furrows her brows and pushed his hand away. "Stop bein' stupid... 'nd go back to bed.... I'm exhausted..." So exhausted that she didn't even

recognize the tone or accent. She still thought it was Thora.

(( Thora grew finally!… and turned in to a man! \o/ ))

((Pfft. XDD))

pouted. Den wasn't even putting up a fight. "I'll st'op if y' 'dm't th't Sw'den's b'tt'r th'n D'nm'rk."

furrows her brows even more and slowly opens her eyes. "Why in the world would I say-" Blinks. Lets things slooowly set in, then flips.

She tried getting away from him, but being tired and hurt made it hard.

laughed as she struggled against him, but refused to release his hold on her. He still thought she was male Denmark… boobs and all.

digs her nails into him and tries kicking him away, but it was hard with the splints on her legs. "Get off me!" She hated

being around Swedes, let alone a Swede being in her *bed*. She was so confused on how this happened.

"B't y're so w'rm." He nuzzled in to her, amused with her meek attempts at fighting him off.

freaks out more. "Norge! Island!" She didn't know if either were awake, or even around anymore... but she needed help!

pets her arm "So s'ft." It was much softer than he remembered Denmark being… Had the idiot finally taken his advice to moisturize?

hisses and bites his hand.

beams excitedly; that was the response he had been expecting! He laughed and rubbed her arm with his other hand.

bites again. "S-stop touching me!" She was loosing strength, and didn't know how much longer she could survive.

"B't y're s'ft." He poked at her sides to tickle her.

squirms and hisses, she couldn't take any more of this. She glared at him and kneed him in the groin.

winced in pain and pulled his hands back as he curled up. That hurt!

tries to push him away, but just ends up pushing herself off the bed, causing her to yelp.

leans over the edge of the bed to look at her. "Y' f'll off."

tries to hide a sniff. "O-obviously..." She stayed on the ground, holding her arm a bit.

notices the sniff and furrowed his brows. It wasn't like Den to be hurt that easily… Then he noticed the splints… He pulled the other "man"_

off of the ground and set him back on the bed, but still climbed back in next to her.

growls a bit as he touched her again. "Stop touching me."

laid extremely close to her, but didn't touch her. "'m n't touch'n' y'."

's twitches. "Go away."

shook his head and sprawled out over his side of the bed like a cat.

yells again. "Norge!! Island!!" She was losing her temper.

loved it when Denmark lost his temper. He snuggled in to the pillow. "Mmmmmm. So n'ce."

growls and yells for them louder. She'd be pissed if they had left without telling her. And more pissed if Thora went to move in with Norge.

"D'n't y' l'ke m', Den?" He grinned, watching her from a few inches away.

glares at him. "Nej. I hate ye. Now get out of my bed!"

"Nej… 's c'mf'rt'ble." He mumbled sleepily in to the pillow.

huffs and tries to push him off, biting her cheek a bit.

passed out like a log.

puts all her force in moving him, wincing as she did.

wrapped his arms around her and cuddled in to her chest. It was so cushiony, and warm, and soft. What a nice pillow!

SCREAMS.

sleeps through it.

... just screams more.

snuggles in to her more, oblivious to the screams.

hears screaming and sits straight up in bed, pausing for only a moment before dashing over to Soraya's room and throwing the door open.

turns to look at Norge, a mix of fear and annoyance in her expression. "Norge!"

sleeping contently on her, and entirely unconscious.

narrows his eyes and walks over, grabbing the back of Sweden's shirt and trying to pull him away.

latches on to Soraya, not wanting to let go of his pillow.

yelps and clenches her eyes shut.

reaches around and grabs Sweden's hands and tries to pull them away.

won't let go.

trembles a bit. "G-get him off... please..."

glares at Sweden before whistling. If he couldn't get him off of her, Knut would be able to. A door and something walks upstairs.

continues to cling obliviously; he was far beyond the point of being 'gone.'

Knut walks in the room and cracks his knuckles before pulling Sweden away.

keeps trying to push him away, her arms and legs hurting more and more. She didn't care if she damaged anything at this point,

she just wanted him off.\

nuzzles in to the troll happily; it was warm, cushy, AND fuzzy.

Knut pulls Sweden away and tries to drop him out the window.

clings to the troll.

tries to scramble off the bed.

frowns and walks over to Soraya. "Are you okay?" Knut dangles him out the window and tries to shake him off.

a death grip…

nods as she steps off the bed, holding her arm again. "J-ja..." She couldn't help but tremble a bit.

"What was he doing?" Knut keeps trying to shake him off.

shrugs and goes to lean against the wall. She was glaring at Swede out the window. "I d-don't know... but he touched me,

and I feel disgusting now..."

refuses to let go of the troll and snuggles in to his chest.

Knut sighs and finally gives up and walks downstairs. Lukas glares at Sweden as they pass.

still entirely unaware of what is going on and doesn't even see Lukas… but he's happy that the fluffy animal he is cuddling to stopped_

moving as much.

watches the Swede leave the room and rubs her arm, still feeling *very* violated.

"What happened?" Knut walks outside with Sweden and tries to throw him out in the snow.

still holds on tightly. He won't let go.

shakes her head slowly. "I d-don't know... I was asleep, and felt something around her. I thought it was Thora so...

I turned around and wrapped my arms around... *him*."

frowns and glares at the door as if Sweden was there. "Don't worry, Knut will beat him up." Knut sighs and walks towards Sweden's house.

sniffs a bit. "Tak..." Looks down.

knits his brows. "Are you sure you're okay?"

nods, glancing back at her bed. "J-ja... just... a little disgusted and startled is all..."

nods. "I'll talk to him tomorrow."

nods a little as she looks at him. "Tak... really... I wouldn't have been able to get him off if it wasn't for ye.."

shrugs a little. "I'm sure he would have left eventually."

shrugs. "Ja, but who knows what he would have done to me... I think he thought I was his Denmark..." Shudders.

frowns. "I don't know why he would even do that to our Denmark."

shrugs. "By the way he was acting it seems like they're... pretty close."

pauses. "Nei... Maybe he's drunk."

nods. "He was, I could smell the alcohol on his disgusting breath..."

sighs. "That is disgusting..."

takes a calming breath. "Ja..." Leans against the wall.

watches her. "Want me to get anything? Coffee? Asprin?"

... "Coffee would be great, actually. And ja, Asprin... I have a feeling I won't be sleeping anymore tonight anyways."

nods. "I'll go make some and bring it up, then."

shakes her head. "Nej, I'll come down with ye... I don't wanna sleep in my bed..."

frowns and starts out. "Whatever. Your house."

follows closely behind him, really close actually.

notices and can't help but figure that she's still scared.

wouldn't admit it, but she is. Waking up next to a Swede... really screws with yer mind.

walks into the kitchen and starts making the coffee.

takes a seat and wraps her arms around herself slightly, watching him. "Tak, for everything..."

shrugs. "It's nothing."

sighs. "It means a lot to me... if it wasn't for ye, who knows what would have happened... I'm too exhausted to protect myself it seems..."