sneaks up and pokes his cheek.

flails, messing up the blankets and dropping the laptop. "Agh ! Monster fu-!" he falls off of the bed, landing on his back.

laughs hysterically. "T-that was PRICELESS~"

groans, looking up at him. "Y-you're an i-idiot." He runs a trembling hand through his hair.

chuckles and holds out a hand for him. "Ye should know not to play games like that in these surroundin's, Norge."

reluctantly grabs his hand and pulls himself up on the bed again. "I wasn't planning on b-being poked by a Danish ninja." he grumbles.

smirks. "What can I say~? I show up at the best of times."

"That can be discussed." A groan of pain is heard from the game. "...Faen."

blinks and looks over. "Did ye just die?"

"Ja, thank you very much." He grabs the laptop and pauses the game. "What do y'want ?" He is not happy. At all.

shrugs. "I dunno. I just wanted to visit."

"Well, now you have." He returns to the game, trying not to get killed this time.

watches him closely as he played.

continues playing for a while, but finally snaps under the stare. "What ?" he glares at the other.

blinks and smiles. "That looks fun."

He hands the laptop over to him. "Try it then." He easily hides the evil smirk that would appear on less self-controlled nations.

blinks again but takes the laptop. "How do I play...?"

"Surely the the Kingdom of Denmark can figure that out."

smirks and nods. "Well obviously I can~" He cracked his knuckles and looked at the laptop before pressing a few buttons, trying to remember

what Norge had pressed.

watches as the horror of the game intensifies.

wasn't bothered by it. He just played the game intensely.

slightly dissappointed in the lack of reaction. That wasn't what he'd planned. He sighs, "You're good..."

smirks. "I have a looot of time to myself. What do ye think I normally do?"

((...and my mind went straigth to the gutters.))

frowns. "Get drunk and annoy your people. But I guess this makes sense too."

((... Ye know, I don't blame ye. XD ))

rolls his eyes. "Get drunk, ja. But my people love me." Well, except the bartenders.

shrugs. "You annoy anyone, regardless of relationship." he looked back at the screen. "You've got to drill through that corpses head."

smirks. "If only we could do this now a days without bein' frowned upon, eh?"

eyes twitches. He didn't want to know why Denmark wanted to drill through someones head... "There's a reason for that, y'know."

siiighs and continues on with the game. "Games are fun and all, but... doin' it in life is more fun. More hands on."

"You want to be a Viking again." Norway had enjoyed the days back then, but now he rather prefered the peace he'd achieved.

nods a bit. No matter how much he thought he had changed, he more or less hadn't. He mainly liked how he had more of a family back then...

watches him. He sighs and puts a hand on the others arm. "You'll just've to get used t'it. No one's coming back."

... just frowns and stops playing for a moment... then continues on. It hurt to hear that from him.

knew it would. "'m not going back to Sverige either." He tried to make him understand that it wasn't personal.

nods and keeps focused on the game. Even if he hated the Swede and all, he wanted him back too...

reaches over and quits the game, disappearing out of the dark room for a bit. He comes back with some beer and hands a bottle to the other.

frowns a little when the other turned the game off, but smiled when he saw the beer. He took it and sipped. "Tak..."

he puts the laptop on the floor, sitting down on the bed again. He's not sure what more to say, and so he just drinks some of his own beer.

hums a little as he drank. "We should have a big dinner."

"With the others ?" He makes sure not to drink too much, the other day's head-ache was not something he'd want to repeat.

nods a little. "Cept maybe the Swede. He can go burn in a pit."

snorts. He shouldn't have gotten his hopes up. "If you two even tried to act civil..."

huffs. "I do! He's the ass who doesn't!"

"So he started the fight that caused your bruised eye the other day?" he lays back on the bed, hands behind his head.

nods and sips more as he leaned back some more. "Ja... idiot. It was his own fault for what he did."

raises an eyebrow. "Which was...?"

looks over. "He crossed the Øresund. When it was frozen."

"I do that too. Lots of people skate on it, even." he reminded.

nods. "Ja, but it's a law. If a Swede crosses the Øresund while frozen a Dane can hit them with a stick."

(("Very old law says, that if the Swedish cross the frosen sea you can hit them with a stick." ))

chuckled. Damn alcohol. "Y'know, most people don't consider those laws real anymore. Besides, a tiny stick shouldn't earn a punch."

(( satwcomic.com/art/the-la... Because this makes me laugh. -w- ))

(( I remembered when 'he' said that xD I love weird laws ))

nods a bit. "Ja, but it's still the law. And once I hit him with the stick he kicked me down and then... well, this and my ribs."

((There are some ridiculous ones in Canada. -w- ))

(( Jee, he's so fair in the retelling. ))

blinks. That seemed... uncalled for. "...Ribs?" Maybe Sverige had changed a bit since he last met him.

nods a little. "Ja. He punched me there too."

"You look fine, tho'. Still..." He'd need Sverige's side of the story sometime. He rubs his eyes tiredly.

chuckles. "If a few hits here and there made me look bad, I'd not be the true Denmark." Though his chest did hurt from it.

shakes his head. "I guess..." He probably had some ointment to lessen the pain...

could fight through it. He wouldn't want to touch it anyways, it was tender and sore... He finished off his beer and sighed.

frowns. He props himself up on one hand and gently pokes the Dane's chest experimentally with the other.

hisses and shifts away, glaring slightly. "What the hell, Norge?"

"That's no good." He gets up and leaves for the bathroom.

puts his hand over his shirt where the wound was, mumbling to himself. "That hurt."

returns with a healing ointment. He sits down beside him, squeezing the cream out in his palm. "Lift up y'shirt."

rolls his eyes. "I'll be fine Norge. Really." He kept his shirt down.

"Now. Or I'll keep pokin'." Maybe a troll could help with that...

glares. "Don't ye dare..."

"Now. And I will." he stared back, unwavering.

huffs and keeps glaring. "Nej."

makes to get off the bed. "Fine, I'll go find a troll."

holds the ends of his shirt down with his hands and keeps them glued there. "Nej!"

gets off the bed, careful not to smear the cream anywhere. He starts chanting slowly in old Norwegian.

... shifts further into the headboard of the bed. "Nej... Norge, don't be mean."

"Then let me help you.It'll just get worse."

sighs. "It's just a bruise or somethin'. S'not that bad..."

hums. "Ah, the trolls haven't been allowed to mess with anyone for a while..."

makes a small sound and just keeps his shirt down. "N-Norge, stop it."

raises an eyebrow. "You stop it, I'll stop it."

... thinks about trying to leave.

backs away, gently kicking the door behind him shut. He doesn't understand why the other won't let him help him. "'m not gonna hurt you."

didn't think he needed help... He was just being stubborn.

"Ah... The trolls're soon too close for me to stop them." Which's a lie, he could stop them mid-chew, but he wasn't gonna let Denmark know.

... gets up and inches towards the door.

had enough. He trips Denmark backwards onto the bed, straddling him, wrestling the shirt up.

yelps a bit but tries to shift away, keeping his shirt down. "Nej nej!"

"Stop being a child! I'll be careful." he tries to pry the others hands off. "Promise."

shakes his head and digs his nails into his shirt. "Norge, it's fine! I swear!"

"If it was you'd let me see it." he frowns, taking his hand back.

huffs at him. "It's fine..." He loosened his hands a bit, figuring he gave up.

sees the opportunity and quickly wrenches the shirt up above the Dane's head, putting the cold cream to his chest.

((Like when a soccer player wins. I dunno how bad the wound is <__<)

(( ignore that smiley O__o))

((Pfft, it happens. A lot. XD I've learned to ignore them for the most part~ ))

flails and yells out a bit. The wound was covering about half his chest and badly bruised.

knew it would be bad, but this... He makes sure to be careful, smearing the cream gently over the wound.

tenses and curses, not wanting to move in fear of it hurting more.

He eventually covers the entire wound. He pulls the shirt back down to the shoulders, letting the cream dry. "It's fine, til Helvete."

sighs. "To me it's fine..." He was use to wounds now. Especially from the Swede.

((Kay, I gotta call it a night... Talk to ye tomorrow hopefully~))

(( Will do~ Night then ))

pulls the shirt back in place. "It shouldn't need to be." He rolls off the other and leaves to clean his hands in the bathroom.

just stays on the bed and stares at the ceiling. He honestly was use to this...

returns, looking at the other. "'t should get better now." He sighs, sitting down on the bed again, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

nods a little. "Tak..." He looked over to the other. "Ye tired?"

crawls over to his pillow, laying down on the bed. "Ja..." mumbles into the pillow.

smirks a bit. "I'll let ye sleep then... Tak, again though." He shifted to get up and leave.

grabs his arm and pulls him down beside him. "'m not sleepin' 'lone aft'r th't game... B'sides, there're trolls outside waitin' f'r you."

flails a bit and winces but lands beside him, frowning a bit. "Did that game really scare ye that bad? And... ye really got the trolls...?"

keeps his face hidden in the pillow. "...Nei." he doesn't sound sure. Maybe he'd weakened since the last year... He ignores the other_

question.

smirks a bit and lays on his back. "Fine. I'll stay until ye fall asleep."

nods, slowly crawling under his blanket and closing his eyes.

looks over to him and smiles some more. He'd wait just a while... if he didn't fall asleep.

(( Well I'm going to the cinema for some hours now ~ ))

((Okay~ Enjoy and be saffeeee~))