Norway, Anna, and Alexander had been in the car for 8 hours listening to American Pop music on her iPhone, trying to converse with the few English words the couple knew. Norway would've used her phone to call other countries, but the only number he knew was the Nordic house's, so he decided not to try. So far he had yet to see a sign that showed where they were because they were in the middle of farmland.

During the eight hours driving through the middle of nowhere, Norway learned that the two were married and owned a farm. He also learned that they loved Rihanna and had never been to Sweden before. Though their English capabilities made the conversation limited, it was nice jamming to America's pop songs together and dancing like fools. Norway had already begun regaining his strength from his three days without food and he was feeling 1,000 times better.

At one point, Anna shut the music off and looked into the rear-view mirror to make eye contact with the Norwegian.

"Have girlfriend?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. Norway laughed out loud at the question and had to calm himself down before responding.

"No. I'm- uh- gay." Norway admitted, saying out loud for the first time ever in front of two strangers. He always knew he was, but he had never said it out loud before. It was kind of liberating.

"Gay?" Anna questioned, obviously not knowing the word.

"I like boys." Norway simplified with a smile.

"Have boyfriend?" Anna immediately questioned with a smile. Norway's face turned bright red. An image of Denmark immediately popped into his brain.

"Uh- no." Norway responded truthfully, his face still bright red.

"You are red Lukas." Anna laughed, shooting him a wink from the front seat.

"I like my best friend. But he's not my boyfriend." Norway mumbled, embarrassed that they were even having this conversation.

"Why no?" Anna asked in confusion. Norway had been asking the same question in his head for centuries now.

"I am mean, and slightly stupid." Norway admitted, remembering when he ran out on his once chance with the Dane.

"I am sorry." Alexander spoke up, looking back at Norway with a pitiful expression.

"I am too." Norway muttered glumly, looking down at his feet with sadness in his eyes. He was so sorry, so incredibly sorry. Sorry for his cold heart, his dumb actions, his incapability to be vulnerable. It was overwhelming. As he thought about it, his head started pounding. "I'm going to sleep for a bit." Norway said, laying down in the back seat and making himself comfortable, hoping that the sadness would be gone once he woke up.

~

Norway woke up seven hours later, surprised to find that they were driving through the middle of a familiar city. He had been here before, for a word meeting or something of that sort. It took him a few minutes of looking out the car to realize they were in Hamburg, Germany.

"How long have we been driving?" Norway asked, noticing it was dark outside. He realized Anna and Alexander had switched places in the car, Alexander now driving the car. Anna was sleeping in the passengers seat.

"15 hours." Alexander stated.

"Are we going to stop?" Norway questioned.

"Yes. Hotel in Hamburg." Alexander responded. Norway smiled as he realized they were only two hours away from Denmark.

They drove through the city for another 15 minutes before stopping in a parking lot next to the hotel Norway assumed they were staying in. Alexander woke up Anna and they proceeded to the hotel, where Norway used his brief study of German to book a room. After they checked into the hotel, Norway waited for the couple to fall asleep before he went back to the front desk and asked the manager if they had the number of Ludwig Beilschmidt. As he asked for Germany's number, Norway realized had forgotten to ask the couple where they were from, which could've given him a clue as to who kidnapped him, but they were already asleep, and he didn't want to bother.

The manager spent twenty minutes looking for a Ludwig Beilschmidt in a phonebook but eventually concluded that there were literally 40 in Hamburg alone. Norway asked if he could just have the number to the government building but the manager explained that no one would answer because it was nearly 3am. Norway frustratingly pounded his fist on the table, but then realized.

America.

America was still awake! Time zones and all, it was only 9pm in New York! Norway frantically asked the manager to look up the number to the Norwegian Embassy in Washington, DC. The manager looked it up and called, handing the phone to Norway as someone answered the phone.

"HALLO? IT'S LUKAS BONDEVIK." Norway shouted into the phone, which was followed by a "shhhh" from the manager of the hotel. Norway nearly teared up as he was greeted by a familiar language. The people at the Norwegian Embassies knew "Lukas Bondevik" was really Norway, so when he called any of them they knew it was important. Norway immediately demanded America's cell phone number excitedly as he realized he was incredibly close to letting the Nordics, especially Denmark, know that he was safe. When one of the Norwegian's working at the embassy gave him the phone number, Norway thanked her gratefully and hung up the phone.

"Can I make another call?" Norway asked the manager frantically.

"If you're quiet." the German responded angrily.

"So sorry." Norway apologized, taking the phone once again from the manager's hand. As he typed in America's number, he waited for it to ring with his heart pounding in his chest.

"Hello?" America said, picking up the phone. Norway had never been so excited to hear the young country's voice.

"America, it's Norway. I need your help." Norway spoke, trying to contain his excitement.

"DUDE. IS IT REALLY YOU? EVERYONE IS LOOKING FOR YOU DUDE!" America screamed into the phone, surprised to hear the voice of the country who everyone had been looking for for four days now.

"YES. NOW CONTACT DENMARK. OR ICELAND. OR SWEDEN. OR FINLAND. AND LET THEM KNOW. LET THEM KNOW I'M ON MY WAY BACK. LET THEM KNOW I'M ALIVE." Norway yelled into the phone, completely ignoring what the manager had said a minute ago.

"Wait- bro. Why don't you just call them yourself?" America questioned.

"I tried. Something is wrong with their house phone I think. Email or Text one of them. Now thank you, I owe you. I'm going to bed now." Norway stated.

"Wait- before you go. Denmark is freaking out. Like actually going crazy. When you get back, make sure to see him immediately. He looks like he's going to die if he spends one more second without you. The bro really loves you." America admitted.

"Uh- thank you. Thank you so much." Norway stuttered before hanging the phone up, not sure what to say to the young American. Once he hung up the phone, he thanked the angry manager and headed back up to his room.

Hopefully America's message would come through.