Denmark trotted over to the door, feeling a little excited to see his Norway again. He hoped that he wouldn't be to pissed off for leaving him at the m&m shop, but it wasn't entierly his fault! The two of them, after each recieving a very persuasive text from Sadinia informing them of the party, had mad their way down to the address given for the party. Denmark was hopeing that there would be free drinks at the party, as well as Ice being there, of course. Norway was certain that Iceland would be there and most probably Hong Kong too. Also a party every once in a while doesn't hurt anybody. But what Denmark didn't know, infact no body else knew, was that he recieved a slightly different messeage to what the others got.
Denmark swung the door open, meeting Norway's flat expression with a beaming smile. "Hey there Nor! Found your way back I see?" He said, with a hint of sarcasm towards the end, trying to add a bit of humor onto the situation as always.
Norway rolled his eyes and leant up on the tips of his toes to place small kiss on the tall blondes cheek. "I was never lost in the first place." He said. Of course he didn't get lost. Nope. That's not how he rolls.
"Okay... then what were you doing?" Denmark asked in an interested tone. The two of them walked inside the chapel, Denmark wearing his usual bright face and Norway typically hiding his emotions with a mask of boredom. It was face that Denmark had grown accustomed to. Norway looked around the interior of the chapel, taking in the happy atmosphere that lingered all around him. Denmark had his jubilent exposition, which seemed to radiate all around him and bounce off the walls, shining a posative light on everything it touched. Even Iceland, who has a generally cold exterior, had a certain glint in his eye that left made his amethyst eyes twinkle with happiness. The same went for Hong Kong, his usual hard-to-read expression had taken on a softer tone, a small smile, that wasn't sarcastic for once, graced his lips. As for Sardinia, well, she was already drunk and on the verge of calling Tunisia and saying somthing she would most likley regret the next morning.
It was obvious to Norway that a wedding had occured here in the unsuspecting chapel. Actually it wasn't, because who the hell can come up with that assumption from all that? Norway was no Sherlock Holmes. He simply already knew that Iceland and Hong Kong got married. How? Well, during the time when Sardinia was sneakly informing literally the whole world of the marrige, she sent a specific text to Norway that said the following:
'Norvegia, good news, your brother got married to HK. See you at the after-party. Bring booze or you can't come.' The last bit was obviously a lie.
When he found out, Norway wasn't angry in the least. Why would he be? Sure, it was rare for nations to wed in the traditional sense, but they weren't hurting anybody. He knew that one day it would happen. As an older brother, it was Norway's responsability to take care of Iceland, when he was younger that is. As Iceland got older, Norway realised just how similar the two of them were. Iceland didn't want to be constantly babysat by someone else, nor did he like to bee seen as someone who can't fend for himself, just like Norway. All in all, he was just glad that Iceland found somebody and was happy. That's all that really matters.
"Well..." Norway began to say, finally answering Denmarks question. He glanced at his brother, who was patiently waiting for an answer, and motioned towards the bag he was holding. "Buying a wedding gift of course."
"Wait, you already knew?" Iceland said, stepping out infron of Norway. The whole room's attention was directed at him, waiting for his response. Iceland was puzzled and also slightly flattered that his brother would go out of his way to get him a gift. "Why didn't you come sooner?"
Norway let out a 'tsk' and shook his head. "You make it sound like I would be furious with you, which I'm not." He reached forward and ruffled Iceland's soft silver hair, a gesture that always bugged Iceland, but this time he welcomed it.
Norway's words reminded Hong Kong of somthing. China... He thought. "If anyone's going to be furious, it'll be China." Hong kong said, jumping into the conversation. He would probably come bursting in any minute now, followed by the rest of his 'family'. A small voice in the back of Hong Kong's mind said 'maybe he'll be okay with this...'. Hong Kong thought of how England would take it, probably a lot better than the former.
"Which reminds me," Norway said, pulling Hong Kong out of his train of thought, "I saw China, I think he's on his way here with the others."
"Great." Hong kong didn't exactly what this ment for him. His unpredictitable family, especially China, were alway managed to find new ways to get on his nerves. Maybe he was just over-thinking it. He loved his family, he really did, even if he didn't show very often.
"Here." Norway said, once again bringing Hong Kong back to reality. He handed the small bag he had to Iceland, offering for him to take it. Iceland looked at it skeptically for a moment before giving in out of curiosity.
"What is it?" He said, peeking inside the bag, although he couldn't see anything that gave away it's contents.
"Open it and you will find out."
Iceland opend the bag and pulled out what appeared to be a long rectangular box. He looked at the bocks more carfully and almost laughed when he realised what it was. A box of liqourice. Perfect!
To be continued.