To Find Where You Belong (Hetalia)

Chapter 8

Things had finally settled at the Nordic’s house. Denmark was laying on the couch moaning about his terrible hangover while Finland was baking another batch of cookies in the kitchen, after drunk Denmark ate them all.

“Finland said you wanted to see me.” Norway said not glancing up from reading his book about Norwegian Fairy Tales.

“Uh, yes. This is the reason, eh.” Matthew gave Norway the note and his phone to read the texts.

After what seemed like hours, Norway finally spoke up.

“This makes no sense.”

“What?”

“I said, it makes no sense.” Norway continued to stare at the note and texts on the phone for a couple more seconds before handing them back to Matthew. “You know, I wouldn’t have believed you if my fairies hadn’t told me this was true.”

Wait, fairies? This guy sounded just like England when he was drunk. Was there at least a single normal person/country anywhere nearby?

“Well, do you know what you have to do? Do you have to stay for a while or can you leave like, whenever you want?” It was Iceland’s turn to speak.

Matthew ponded over this question for a couple of seconds before receiving another text.

Opening it on his phone the message read:

‘Stay with them a couple hours, birdie. Get to know the personification you are meeting a bit more.’

Matthew read this aloud to the group.

“Okay.” He simply said before going back to reading his book.

~~~~Time-Skip~~~~

It had only been an hour and Matthew was bored out of his mind. There wasn’t really that much to do around the Nordic’s house. None of them really spoke that much except for Finland and Denmark. Finland was quite sweet but whenever Matthew started having a conversation with him he could feel Sweden staring at him, which made him avoid talking to Finland at all costs. While Denmark was just plain annoying, he would take about Norway’s fake friends and stuff that happened while he went drinking with England and another personification called Prussia.

Finland came into the room with a plate full of freshly made cookies and put them on the centre of the table. Immediately, Denmark grabbed 3 cookies and started eating them, obviously over his hangover. Sweden took one and started talking to Finland (Finland was doing all the talking while Sweden just nodded or grunted). Iceland grabbed one and ate it while texting someone. But, Norway just ignored the cookies altogether and continued reading the Norwegian Fairy Tales.

Matthew took a few cookies and they were delicious, he reminded himself to tell Finland they were good.

When there was only one cookie left Denmark immediately went for it, but Norway being the one he is, dropped him book and with ninja like reflexes grabbed the cookie and ate it before Denmark realised what happened.

When the Dane finally realised what Norway did he went into whiney puppy-dog mode which only resulted in him getting a good smack on the head with Norway’s book. What did Denmark expect Norway to do? Bring the cookie back up so he could eat it? Eww.

After shutting Denmark up, Norway got up and stood behind Iceland. Yet Iceland didn’t realise Norway was there and continued texting merrily away.

“Why are you texting Hong Kong?” Norway simply asked causing Iceland to jump out of his seat. “And why did he send you a winky face, brother dearest?”

“Why were you looking over my shoulder? Don’t do that!” Iceland exclaimed sitting on a chair on the other side of the room.

“Only if you call me big brother.”

“Why do you keep trying to get me to say that? I’m not going to say it!”

“Because I’m your big brother…”

“No!”

So, Norway was Iceland’s older brother?

“Please, just say it.” Norway was now on the other room, once again behind Iceland’s chair. His lips were inches away from Iceland’s ear.

“I’m not saying it…”

“You know you want to. Just once.”

“No!”

A dark aura was now surrounding Norway as he stood straight up, behind Iceland’s chair.

“Big brother…”

“I’m not saying it!”

“Big brother…”

“I’m not calling you that!”

“Big sister…”

Iceland sighed. “You don’t make any sense.

Getting up from the lounge Iceland walked towards the front door and opened it. Before stepping out he turned to Norway.

“I’m not ever going to call you that…” And out the door Iceland went.

Norway continued looking at the door for a few more minutes after Iceland left the house. Matthew thought he saw a tinge of sadness in the Norwegian man’s eyes but it was soon gone. Norway was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a text.

Matthew looked down at his phone to notice it wasn’t his.

Norway walked over to the coffee table and picked up his phone and turned it on. Opening the text he quickly read over it.

His eyes widened for a second and Matthew noticed a small smile on Norway’s face and a slight pink blush cross his cheeks.