The next morning, Norway woke up with swollen eyes and a minor headache. He had silently cried himself to sleep after the party and was in enough emotional pain to make him want to just stay in his room forever. Though Norway wished he could just become a hermit and never talk to anyone ever again, he knew it was impossible. So, taking the chance of running into one of his housemates, Norway ventured into the bathroom to take a shower. 

Usually he'd take a calming bath, but he was not in the mood to sit in silent reflection. He needed the loudness of the crashing water to distract him from his invasive thoughts. After turning the knob to "hot", Norway slid the cross clip out of his hair and stepped into the steaming shower. It was surprisingly nice feeling his skin burn under the water when he first made contact. It distracted him a bit. Instead of thinking about the night before, Norway's brain wandered to odd questions like "what temperature is this water, exactly?" and "do showers use more or less water than baths?". 

After washing his hair and scrubbing his skin clear of impurities, Norway stepped out of the shower and wrapped himself in a towel. Hearing Finland's voice in the hallway, Norway made the decision to stay in the bathroom to avoid interaction. The Fin was talking to someone, but Norway couldn't figure out who, so he leaned against the door with curiousness. 

"What should I do Finland?" Norway heard a voice from the other side of the door say. It was Denmark. 

"Just talk to him. I'm sure it was just a stupid drunken fight. You two are way too in love for a party to tear you apart." Finland responded.

"Don't let him hear you say that, he'll have a fit." Denmark muttered disappointedly.

"Oh shut up! Now go fix this. This is literally the dumbest thing I have ever heard. You two have gone through way too much together for this to be as serious as it is. Don't be an idiot. I understand he's a little cold hearted, but I can assure you he probably feels just as bad as you do right now." Finland scolded. Norway couldn't help but agree. 

"When should I talk to him? I can't just barge into his room and apologize!" Denmark asked, sounding a bit desperate as he asked the Fin for advice.

"What are you, five?! You live in the same house! Talk to him when you see him! It's not like he's on another planet!" Finland yelled sassily. Norway could practically hear the bitterness in his voice.

"Fine. Thank you, by the way. I'm not good with.. stuff." Denmark mumbled.

"You are quite welcome. I should seriously start my own couple counseling business. I'd make bank. Now give me a hug you big goofball." Finland said jokingly. Norway took his ear away from the door and bit his lip. Denmark wanted to talk, but Norway didn't know if he was ready. The Norwegian had said some things he hadn't meant, so he wasn't really ready to face Denmark quite yet. He didn't want to hurt him again.

Making the bold move to slip out of the bathroom, Norway didn't even turn his head to look at Denmark and Finland hugging it out in the hallway. Thankfully neither of them had seen him, so he let out a sigh of relief as he shut his door. Opening his closet, Norway looked at his clothes and scowled. All he could see was his usual uniform and a bunch of suits. He was not in the mood for looking professional. 

Walking over to his wardrobe, he opened the drawer that held his "I'm not trying" clothes, which were really just the clothes he wore when he went out in public and wanted to seem like a university student. Usually when he ventured out to get things from the store he would be wearing one of his suits, but on the days he was feeling particularly bad, he would go for the college student look. 

Norway spent a few seconds contemplating what to wear before pulling out some black joggers and a white t-shirt. After getting changed, he flopped onto his bed and contemplated what to do. He desperately wanted to avoid everyone who was currently in the house, so he decided leaving the house would be the best idea. Checking his phone, he looked at Twitter to see what the countries were up to. Norway usually never checked social media, but when he was trying to escape reality, it was like cocaine.

Apparently, America was at the beach with Canada and France, Spain was hanging out with Romano, England was having a relaxing day at home, and Italy was... trying to break into Germany's house? The little Italian literally live-tweeted everything he did so Norway wasn't even surprised. After seeing England's picture of his hot cup of tea and cozy living room, Norway decided to text him. 

Norway: Hey England..

England: Hi, what's going on?

Norway: Do you have plans for tonight?

England: No, why?

Norway: I need to escape this house

England: No need to explain. I'll get the hot cocoa ready.

Norway: Thank you. I'll be over in 2 hours

England: No problem. Cya in a bit. 

Norway smiled at his phone and set it down. He knew he could always count on England to make him feel better. He felt a little bad for crashing England's relaxing day at home, but he also needed to vent. After notifying his private jet that he needed to go to London, Norway packed a small overnight bag and decided to quietly sneak out of the house. Little did he know, every step down the stairs would be a loud creak audible to everyone downstairs. Giving up his stealth mission, Norway sighed and walked down the stairs normally. 

As Norway reached the front door, Finland immediately noticed him and asked "Hey! Where are you going?". Norway cringed at his voice and turned around to answer. 

"London." he responded emotionlessly, looking at Finland before noticing Sweden, Denmark, Iceland, and Hong Kong sitting in the living room staring at him. "Oh, Hong Kong slept over again. Great." Norway uttered sarcastically, giving a fake smile before turning back around and heading out the front door. He suddenly felt a little angry. 

"Wait! Norway!" Denmark called out, standing from the couch to run after him. Norway ignored him and slammed the door to the house before walking to the end of the driveway to get into his uber. Denmark immediately ran out of the house and sprinted after him. Before Norway reached the car Denmark grabbed him by his shoulders and spun him around. 

"What?" Norway asked, his voice laced with venom. 

"You don't want to talk about last night? Why the hell are you going to London?" Denmark asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he watched his apathetic boyfriend stand there carelessly.

"I'm meeting the Queen for tea and scones." Norway responded sarcastically. 

"Are you still mad at me? Why won't you talk to me?" Denmark asked desperately.

"I'm going to London." Norway said matter-of-factly, turning back around to get into the car. Before Norway could sit down, Denmark grabbed his wrist and kissed him passionately. Norway was in no mood to play games. Denmark noticed Norway's refusal to kiss back and decided to pull away.

"You can't just kiss me and expect our problems to go away. This isn't a fucking rom com." Norway growled, pulling away from him and getting into the car. Before slamming the door, Norway could just barely hear the words that escaped Denmark's mouth.

"Finland was right when he called you cold hearted."

Norway immediately put his head in his hands as his driver drove away from the house. The Norwegian never thought he would be the type to silently cry in the back of a taxi cab, but it was happening. He didn't know why they were fighting. He didn't know why he hurt Denmark. He didn't even know why he was going to London. But he needed to escape.