rings the doorbell, holding a box.

if Turkey and Japan are back already. Wonders if they still have that dog with them. Goes to the door and opens it. " .......... Nei."

smiles a bit and waves. "Hej..."

closes his eyes. "Go home. Why do you keep coming here?"

frowns. "Because, Norge... Ye're my friend. We've known each other since we were little..."

"Nei, you are not my friend. Go away." looks away as he pushes the door closed.

puts his hand against the door, keeping it open. "Why not, Norge? I still consider ye a friend..."

glares at him. "Bastard, could you say anything more hurtful?" slams against the door to close it.

frowns more, feeling his mood totally crash. He put down the box of freshly made danishes on his door step and turned to leave.

watches him go. "Don't ever come back, could you be any more cruel to me? Coming back here to rub it in my face?" sees the box, picks it_

up and hurls it after him.

turns back, just in time to dodge the box. "Why're ye so upset, Norge?"

turns around and glares at him. Walks down the steps and puts his face so close to his, their noses almost touch. grabs him by the collar _

and kisses him passionately.

freezes for a moment before shaking his head and pushes him away. "Norge!"

shoves him away hard enough to make him fall. "You bastard, you will *never* be my friend. Now go away, and don't ever come back here!"

stumbles and falls back. "Norge..." He was so confused...

"DON'T COME BACK HERE!" runs into his house and slams the door. leans against it and wipes the tears from his eyes.

frowns and quickly gets up, knocking against the door. "Norge! I don't understand!"

shakes his head and rolls his eyes. "You never will." makes sure the door is locked and walks back into his kitchen to finish the _

fiskeboller.

frowns more and leans against the door. "Just tell me then..."

ignores him at the door and continues making the fiskeboller. If he was too stupid to figure it out ... and it didn't matter now anyway.

sighs and knocks on his door quietly. "Norge..."

finishes the last batch of fiskeboller. Sets some aside for supper, then packs the rest in freezer boxes." looks at the troll. "cream

sauce or curry tonight?"

sighs and sits. He'd be out all night if he had to. He's not talked to him in ages...

no intention of talking to him. There is no point. He needs to go home to his boyfriend and forget he exists. makes the fiskeboller with

cream sauce and serves them with steamed broccoli and fingerling potatoes.

could never forget Norge... they've had such a history together, and it just wouldn't be right to never see or talk to him again.

considering the situation, it seems that Denmark did forget him, and that's how it is now. Den made his choice and now he has to live with_

it.

rubs his lips, sighing a bit. He missed being around Norge...

sits down with the troll and eats his dinner. Looks at the faeries fight over a fishball. "Maybe I should invite England over for dinner?"

continued sitting outside his door, sighing. He missed talking to the other...

"Fell, you're getting sauce everywhere. More foosball after supper?" looks at the troll, who nods.

leans more against the door, frowning more.

sets up the foosball while the Troll finishes drying the dishes. "Oddfred, bring the foosball back!" chases the faerie around the house.

can hear him run around and frowns, knowing now that he's just being ignored.

sets up the table, the troll snatches the ball from the faerie and they begin play. Soon loud sounds of plastic smacking wood comes from _

house as the game gets faster and faster.

listens, since that's all he can do right now.

groans when the troll beats him. "Rematch!" they start to play again.

leans more against the door and continues to listen.

"Yes!" wins that game, looks at the troll. "One more." They play the third game, and the troll wins that one. Heads upstairs to get _

dressed for bed, then comes back downstairs to read before going to sleep for the night.

notices how quiet it gets. He quietly knocks on the door again, figuring he may as well try.

looks at the door ... it couldn't be. "If he's still there ... " walks over carrying his book and opens the door wide enough to see him.

looks up and smiles. "Hej..."

"... Go home to your boyfriend."

frowns and gets up. "Norge, he has a name."

shakes his head. "Don't come back here. Leave me alone."

shakes his head. "Nej. I'm going to keep coming here."

"There's no reason for you to come here. Go home to your boyfriend. Never come back here."

furrows his brows a bit. "Norge. Of course there's a reason to come here, we've had a long history and there's no need for it to end now."

"You should have thought of that before you picked who you picked for your boyfriend. And no, he doesn't have a name. Not to me anymore."

furrows his brows more. "Norge, he's yer *brother*. He must mean something to ye."

"I don't have a brother. Now go away. Leave me alone!" slams the door hard.

sighs loudly. "Norge!"

locks the door, turns out the lights and goes upstairs. "Shacked up with him behind my back and I'm supposed to be okay with that!

tries knocking on his door again.

crawls into bed and reads his book.

sighs and stares at the door before sitting beside it.

it's time to move, someplace where he won't be disturbed.

doesn't want him to move.

look into doing that in the morning.

still look for him...

decides to think about moving in the morning. Goes back to reading his book. Oddfred sits on his hair curl and reads with him.

sighs and closes his eyes.

looks up at Fell when he complains about having someplace to sit. "Sorry, I only have one hair curl."

draws little circles on the ground.

closes the book, stretches. "A drink of water, then time for bed. We have to go house hunting." gets out of bed and heads downstairs.

debates knocking again when he hears the other. "Norge..."

heard that. "............ GO HOME." stomps into the kitchen and pours a glass of water.

sighs. "Nej! I want to know why ye're so upset!"

Walks to door and stands on the other side. "Why do you care? You made your choice. Go home to him. Leave me alone."

"I care because I've always cared for ye, Norge. We always went into battle together, and I'd help ye if ye needed it."

"Then why are you living with him? Go away! If you cared you would have noticed ... Go home and don't come back!"

sighs. "I'm not living with him, Norge. And I do care! I won't go home!"

"You don't care the way I do. You made your choice now go away!" runs up the stairs to his room.

frowns and stretches out his legs.

puts his water on the night stand and crawls into bed again. Looks over at the troll. "Tomorrow we get out of here. We're not coming back."

starts drawing circles on the ground again.

be happy when he can live in peace and not have it rubbed in his face all the time.

isn't trying to rub it in his face..