"Ow!" Tom felt something smack the back of his head; he turned around and saw nothing. "Who did that!?"

Tord's head poked out from around the corner, getting ready to fling another rubber band. Tom leaped off the couch and ran after him, shouting curses. Edd walked downstairs with Matt, sighing.

"Fighting again?" The green-hoodied man shook his head. He suddenly got an idea. "I know what to do!" Edd made sure no one was listening and brought Matt to the kitchen. "Lets shove them in a closet! Kind of like 7 minutes in heaven but... longer. And forcefully."

"You want to kill them!?" Matt gasped.

"No.." Edd facepalmed. "Never mind. Just help me put them in the closet. I'll grab Tord, you get Tom."

Tom and Tord were now arguing and not running around anymore. Matt and Edd snuck up behind them, being as casual as possible.

"What are you bickering about?" Edd asked, glancing at Matt. Right when Tom was about to explain, he yelled, "NOW!"

The two cinnamon rolls grabbed the two enemies and dragged them to the closet. Tom kicked and punched, but Tord didn't even know what was going on. They threw them in the closet, closed the door, and locked it.

"NO!" Tom screeched as he banged on the door. "LET ME OUT RIGHT NOW OR... OR I'LL SLAP A B****!"

Tord leaned against the wall, eyeing him with annoyance. "Are you done throwing a fit?"

"F*** you, commie," he retorted, giving the door one last kick for good measure. "I don't wanna be stuck here with YOU. If I was in a room with you, Hitler and Donald Trump and I had two bullets, i'd shoot you. Twice."

"Good one." Tord laughed while rolling his eyes.

"Im serious." Tom said in a deadly tone.

"Uh.. eheh... *ahem*..."

The man with no eyes sat down on the floor and avoided eye contact. Tord watched him with curiosity.

"Are you gonna keep staring at me, or..?"

"Sorry. You're just.... interesting."

"What?"

Tord shrugged. "I don't know, there's just something about you." He felt his face get redder by the second.

"N-Norski? What are you trying to say?" Tom asked worriedly.

"I'm..." he couldn't keep it in any longer. "What I'm trying to say is.. I-I love you. A lot." He looked at the ground. "I know you probably don't feel the same way."

Tom didn't answer for a moment. He got up and walked over to the communist, blushing as well. He kneed him in the stomach and Tord yelped, but then quickly pinned him against the wall and kissed him.

Tord gasped into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and his legs around his waist. They had a full make-out session, not knowing Edd and Matt were still outside the door.

"What the...?" Edd blushed and looked at his boyfriend. "Let's just go shopping or something, I don't want you to lose your innocence." And with that they left, leaving the others stuck in the closet.

Tom hesitantly pulled away from Tord, panting, although not putting him down. "Damn, you're a good kisser," he smiled.

"R-Really?" The Norwegian got red-faced. "You too."

"Heh," Tom stared into his gray eyes and finally put him down. "Jeg elsker deg~"

Tord's eyes widened in surprise. "Jeg elsker deg også." His blush deepened even more.

Tom glanced at the door and tried opening it once again. "Well... I don't mind, if I'm with you."

"O-Oh, geez.."

"What? Not used to me complementing you?"

"Not really, no."

"Hah, I can see why."

Tord rolled his eyes and smiled. He leaned against the wall again, watching as his lover tried for the billionth time to open the door. "Tom... I think they left."

"WHAT!?"

--2 Hours Later--

Edd set the groceries on the counter while Matt went to admire himself in the mirror. He knocked on the closet door and said, "Are you two done f***ing each other?"

"You h-heard us?" Tord asked through the door uncertainly.

"Um, yeah, im pretty sure the whole world did." Edd smirked. "'Oh, Tom! Hnng, I love you! You're so ha-'"

"SHUT UP AND LET US OUT NOW!" Tom shouted, slamming his fists on the door and making it rattle.

He quickly unlocked it and the eyeless man leaped out, running straight to his room. Tord followed him out, glanced at Edd, and scratched the back of his neck. He shuffled away to his new boyfriend's room, too. "Sooo..."

"What?" Tom growled.

"Well, someone's salty," Tord muttered.

Back to arguing.

"YOU'RE salty!"

"Great comeback."

"Don't make me stab you."

"I love you too, idiot."

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Sorry it's so short, I'm on vacation and the wifi at my hotel sucks UGHHH kill meee... anyways, bye!