knocks a few times on his door. He needs to talk to him.

walks to the door and opens it, he stared down at Norge. "Hej."

looks back up at him with a blank expression. "Hallo, Sverige.. How're you?"

nods a little. "'M fine.. How are y'?" He stepped back, giving Norge room to step into the house.

quietly enters his house. "Good.. 's been a while." he casually looks around, trying to stall what he came here for a bit.

wondering why he came here. "Ah.. What do y' need?" He didn't mean to sound impatient or rude, he just wondered.

knew what he meant. He turns to face him. "I wanted to talk about somethin' I'm sure is botherin' you as much, if not more, as me."

stares at him. "Hm?" He didn't know what he was talking about.

"An' Danmark." he adds. "Namely your ridiculous fightin'."

nods a little. "Ah." He didn't think it was ridiculous. "'S not that bad." He stated quietly.

thought it was certainly getting ridiculous after all these years. "Jo, it is. At least when neither put no effort in stoppin' it."

sighs. "Tell that t' 'im. I don' have a law 'bout hittin 'im with a stick."

"That law hardly applies anymore... 'n I'm goin' to talk to him, but I think it'd be best if you joined." He stares up at the other.

stares down at the other, thinking about that, and shaking his head. "Nej. 'M not goin t' see 'im."

sighs. "See? No effort.. He won't listen to me alone."

sighs a little annoyed. "fine.. 'll go." He still didn't want to, but whatever.

smiles slightly. "Takk, Sverige." He appreciated the effort, however small.

nods to him, he didn't think this would change anything at all.

it was worth a try.

doesn't really think so, nothing will change. "When do y' want t' go?"

shrugs, leaving for the door. "Some time when I know Dan's not drunk off his ass somewhere... I'll let y'know."

nods to him. "'lright.." He was sure this would be bad.

there would be a better chance of it going somewhere if he had a little faith in it at least. He says good bye and leaves.