Though you were careful of that odd little gravity-defying curl.
Norway hadn't thought much of it. You did this rather often. But you always made up for the unannounced arrivals at a later date with home-cooked meals and movie nights. He was rather curious now however, despite your calm ministrations with his pale locks, you had tear stained tracks on your face, red eyes, puffy cheeks, and a glint of homicide in your eyes if he wasn't mistaken.
"You look disgusting." Norway spoke up softly. "At least wipe your face before going out in public."
He heard you scoff in bitter irritation, "Wow, what a charmer you've become Norge." You growled, "Cause' y'know that's exactly what all girls want to hear after a nasty breakup."
Norway looked you