The next morning in the Scandinavian household was a slow and lazy one. All the residents eventually found themselves awake at around 10 but only a few seemed to be intent on doing anything. Iceland was dressed, as was Finland (who was still chirpy due to the season), Sweden and Sealand. That just left Norway and Denmark lounging together on the couch. At 10:30 Finland picked his keys.

"We'll be out for most of the day. Sealand wants to do some more Christmas things and see friends. Help yourself to leftover food while we're gone." Denmark waved but Sweden got in the last word before they left.

"D'n't d'm'ge th' h'se wh'le w're g'ne." Denmark went to retort when Norway beat him to it.

"I'll keep him behaved." Sweden nodded and followed his family out of the door. Once they were gone, Denmark turned to Iceland.

"So what're you doing dressed? I thought you wouldn't do much today," Denmark asked, holding Norway against him. The Icelandic boy was also gathering things together and looking like he was heading out.

"I'm just going to meet friends today, so I'll be back late afternoon." Denmark smiled wider.

"Oh, and are these friends the two that-"

"If you talk about that or show pictures I'm going to make you wish you hadn't." Iceland threatened. Norway looked between the pair for a moment.

"I still have no idea what you're talking about," he said uninterestedly. His brother grabbed his bag and swung it over his shoulder.

"Good, I hope you never do," he concluded with a light blush before making his exit. Norway sighed slightly.

"Does that have anything to do with those texts about his disbelief at how I can put up with you?" he asked, poking Denmark's ribs.

"What? Nah, this was before that incident." He replied vaguely, waving it off. They settled into a comfortable state again, alone in the house. "So the advent thing is finally over, huh? I get to see you again. Why'd you have to work so much anyway?" Norway shrugged.

"I was a bit behind and wanted to be a bit ahead instead. I've got some free time in January coming up now I believe." Denmark grinned.

"Are you going to do this again next year?" he inquired. "I could always deal with seeing you occasionally through both months instead of a lot in one and never in the other."

"I may," Norway shrugged again. "And it wasn't like you didn't ever see me."

"Well I didn't in the first half," he argued. "If you do this again next year it'll be harder. You'll have to find new ways and little toys to entertain me. I won't accept the same 24 gifts again."

"25," Norway corrected. Denmark looked questioningly at him.

"25? I only got 24."

"There was a box for today too. Today's officially Christmas isn't it?" Denmark groaned, putting his hand over his face.

"Damn, I left the box at home them." Norway calmly reached down beside him and held out a small box, the number '25' printed across the top. Denmark stared at it. "My box!"

"I knew you'd leave it at home so I brought it with me." He let Denmark take it and feel it. "This was the one that I was going to confiscate if you misbehaved." The Danish man was only half listening as he inspected the box. It was light, meaning that his final gift was a note. He opened it and took the piece of paper out. This time it just read 'XXX'

Holding it up to Norway, he commented "this had better not be just three kisses, 'cause that'd be a rip off." The small man moved around, pulling himself up to straddle his partner and leant over to his ear.

"I was thinking a bit more than kissing Dan," he whispered. Clicking on immediately, Denmark grinned slyly and pulled their bodies together again.

"Now that's my money's worth," he purred, feeling a hand running down his chest. "Happy holidays, min Norge~"