As soon as Norway arrived at England's house he was greeted with a cup of hot cocoa and a blanket. The Brit had ushered him into his living room and had sat him down on his couch like a mother tending to a sick child.

"Do you want to talk about it?" England asked as soon as he sat down on the couch with a cup of tea. Norway looked down at his cup of cocoa and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. 

"Not really, but I don't know what to do and I need your advice." he uttered, still staring into the rich brown of the hot chocolate. 

"I'm assuming this is about Denmark," England stated "He called me thirty times while you were on your way over here." 

"He did?" Norway questioned, looking up from the cocoa in shock. The Norwegian had shut his phone off as soon as he left the house in an attempt to block everyone out. He didn't know Denmark would go as far as calling England.

"I ignored him for a bit before getting annoyed and picking up. He wants me to send you back to Stockholm." England explained, uncomfortably fiddling with his hands. 

"Oh."

"So, what happened?" England inquired, searching Norway's stoic face for answers.

"Denmark and I got into a fight while we were both a little intoxicated and I said some really awful things. I didn't want to face him after what I said, so when I woke up, I just left." Norway explained, looking down at his feet embarrassedly. He felt like a child. 

"That's not like you. You never run away from your problems." England spoke, furrowing his brows in confusion. It wasn't like the stone-faced Norway to hurt someone and then just run away. 

"I know. I don't want to talk about it." Norway said, biting the inside of his cheek uncomfortably.

"I understand. How about we forget about Denmark for a while and spend a day touring London? You haven't been here in a while, I'm sure some things have changed." England suggested, trying desperately to get Norway back to his aloof self. Norway shrugged at the suggestion and England chuckled before standing up and pulling Norway up from his slouched position on the couch. 

"I'm going to go put on some normal clothes before we go out. Just wait here!" England said before running up the stairs. Norway sighed and looked down at his phone. He had shut it off back in Sweden, but now he was starting to think it was a mistake. Norway indecisively looked down at the phone for a few moments before pushing his thumb down on the power button. He watched as the black screen turned white, then lit up with his wallpaper, a picture of the five nordics in front of a butter factory on Norway's birthday. Norway remembered it vividly. Denmark had jokingly purchased five tickets for a tour of the butter factory for Norway's birthday and forced everyone to go. Norway ended up loving it and Denmark made it one of the best birthdays yet with all his butter puns and ridiculous antics. 

Shaking the memory from his head, Norway continued to unlock his phone and open the text messages app. 107 unread messages. 1 from Sweden, 15 from Iceland, 30 from Finland, and 61 from Denmark. Reading through them, Norway couldn't help but giggle once or twice. They were being ridiculous. Finland had sent the words "Hanatamago wants you back" 14 times and everyone else was just spamming him with texts. Tapping on the conversation with Denmark, he frowned a bit. His heart felt heavy. He didn't want to read them in fear that Denmark was mad at him for leaving. 

Norway stared at his keyboard for a while before deciding to text him back. Norway felt himself tense up as lifted his thumbs to type "I love you", the three words he had been wanting to say for the past couple hours but had no courage to send. As soon as he typed it he heard England walking down the stairs. Norway watched England turn the corner and immediately halt and the Brit stared at the phone in Norway's hand. 

"Who are you texting?" England questioned, an eyebrow raised as Norway stood, frozen like a deer in headlights. 

"No one. I'm just checking the weather." Norway lied as he clicked send. England shot him a confused glance and Norway awkwardly smiled before pushing his thumb down onto the power button and shutting his phone off. He really hoped that text sent. 

"Okay? Anyway, let's get going! I want to go to Trafalgar square and then we can take a trip to the London Eye!" England exclaimed, a smile appearing on his face as he opened the door to his house. Norway nodded in agreement and followed him outside. It had been drizzling earlier, so the cobblestones sidewalks were a bit slippery and the air smelt like rain. Neither of them felt like talking, so they just walked through the city tranquilly, admiring the prettiness of it. 

It wasn't until they reached Trafalgar square that England's phone buzzed loudly. England slipped it out of his pocket and looked down, squinting as he tried to read what was on the screen. Norway stood in silence and watched as England's eyebrows furrowed before he quickly texted back and pressed send. 

"Who was that?" Norway asked, concerned at the Brit's expression. 

"Um- It was just America. He got his hand stuck in a Pringles can again. He's an idiot." England blurted before slipping his phone into his pocket. Norway had a feeling he was lying but laughed anyway. 

"Anyway, let's start the tour!"

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, I lost my creativity in the war and I didn't know what todo. But have a question for the readers!!! Do you guys want me to keep this story pg or should I have a smut chapter? I really don't care either way but if there is a majority I'll do it... I'm probably going to end this story in 10 chapters or less idk.. I just don't want to drag it out forever because then it'll get boring and that's never fun...  Anyway... thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed :D