Okay guys. Like I said last chapter, writing block is horrible, and I'm the latest victim. Therefore, this will be my last chapter. It's hard to say goodbye, especially since you've all had great feedback and such, but I know that I'm actually a somewhat decent writer now. This is the first story I've ever written in my life, and honestly, I just made the whole thing up as I went along. I would really appreciate it if you stay on the lookout for another story soon. I'm pretty sure the title will be called "Change in Time" and will be under Denmark and Norway, rated T. I also hope you'll send any final words on this story by favs or reviews.

On that note, enjoy~

He finally thought of it. After hours of sitting on his bed, thinking of hundreds of scenarios that might spark the question, Denmark finally decided on the perfect way to bring up his final goal. After all, when trying to get something from Norway, you have to be straightforward. It would only make sense if his similar brother was the same way. Strolling into the kitchen, he saw Finland preparing dinner while Norway and Iceland sat at the table. Iceland was feeding his puffin, while Norway stared out the window, looking bored. Sweden was in the living room watching TV, and Denmark slumped down into a chair.

"Hey, Icey, listen. I got this really nice idea, and if you help me out, I'll give you something for it." Am I avoiding the question too much? Maybe I should try to get to the point and try again. What if he doesn-

"What would this little idea be, and what would I gain from it?"

"Uh, well you're not going to like this, but you really should call Norway your big brother, since he is and all. Plus, for a reward, I'm willing to give you absolutely any item in the whole world you can possibly think of to get."

Iceland sat shocked and turning red from anger. Why didn't they understand that a little nickname from when he was a child should no longer be used. He was about to snap back when his brother across the table slowly stood up from the table, showing a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, lillebror, call me your storebror and make us happy.* You even have something to gain now, there is no good reason to refuse. After all," he walked towards his brother, starting to get a creepy dark aura around himself, "You wouldn't want to upset me, would you?"

Iceland, being used to his brother's odd magic aura ways, didn't give up at just that. "No, I may have something to gain, but I also have something to lose. What will become of my reputation if I speak of Norway as I did when I was only a child?"

"Well, it's not like any of us will think any different of you for calling him your big brother, Iceland! It would be nice, Norway is lucky..."Finland added before getting lost in his own thoughts of what it would be like to be a big brother.

Denmark decided that this would not be a good way to get what he wanted. He knew that the little brain capacity he had was working really hard to keep this situation under control, since unfortunately for him, Iceland was possibly even more difficult to comprehend the thoughts of than Norway. He knew that not only did he have to be straightforward, but he also had to keep the conversation minor. If it got out of hand and became a major focus, Ice's volcanic temper might come up and ruin his slim chances for good. He shooed Finland back to cooking, as he wanted the least amount of people involved as possible.

"Remember, Icey. It would really make us happy and get you something for it. We won't think anything different of you, and you can be guaranteed that the other nations will go through us before responding in any negative way whatsoever, ok? PLEASE?!"

Iceland slowly glanced from Denmark to his brother, both staring calmly yet intently upon him. He sighed, noticing that the room was a bit quieter than earlier. "If I call Norway...what you want me to call him, then would you get me my own personal weapon? Like your battle axe, or the stuff that Sweden and Norway had as Vikings way back then." He silently stared at his toes, waiting for a response. He honestly couldn't think of any other thing he could possibly want or need, and the offer was pretty good. "Oh. And if I say it, you have to stop bugging me about it, ok? I don't want to hear another word of can I be called this please Iceland."

Denmark and Norway looked hopefully at each other, realizing that all their hard work could be paid off within the next minute. They both nodded, acknowledging the fact that they would agree to Iceland's demands. Iceland stood up, then stated softly, yet simply, "Fine. Big brother, I better not hear about this conversation ever again, got it? I'm serious." And with that, he swiftly left the table to go to his room and contemplate with Mr. Puffin.

Norway and Denmark walked to Denmark's study, where he had told Nor that he had a little secret to show him. After accomplishing everything on his list, he decided that it was only fair if the Norwegian got to see where all his hard work had come from. "Hang on, Nor, lemme get it. I hid it in case Sealand came snooping around or something."

Norway watched patiently as he pulled out a small, laminated sheet of paper, only carrying a few lines on it. It was amazing to think that what had gone on in these past few months had all been the cause of a silly little list. When he walked towards the desk, he smiled softly at what he saw.

Things to do Before I Die

1. Get Norway drunk

2. Steal Norway's hair clip

3. Get Iceland to call Norway big brother

4. See Norway's "fairies" or "troll"

5. Watch Norway smile

6. Make...

"It's a bit weird, but I liked it at the time, and I still do, Nor." Denmark spoke softly as if to be gentle, something not very common for him. Norway, meanwhile, was recollecting all the memories of those times.

When he asked me to the bar, I knew in my head that he was going to make me drink. But for some reason, I just couldn't refuse the offer, no matter how many reasons there were to decline and stay home. I have to admit that it must've been pretty funny at the time to see myself acting unlike my usual stotic self. Even I would've liked to see that instead of play that role.

When my hairclip was gone, I knew it was him. But for some reason, I didn't get very mad. I could've summoned my troll to get him as close to death as possible and retrieve it for me, but instead I got it myself. It was weird how things he did were starting to become... less annoying. Almost nice, maybe, like I knew he would always be there to annoy me.

His most recent task, just a month ago, of getting Ice to call me big brother. I will never find a way to repay him for that. For years I have attempted the same arguement with him, but nothing seemed to work. However, something in that tiny brain of his must've clicked and figured out the key I was missing. It made me so happy to hear those words one last time, and I'm sure I'll never forget it.

When he said he wanted to see my friends, it surprised me, and I knew something was up. But for some reason, something about the way he asked seemed truly genuine, like he really cared. I knew that I would just have to show him, and when he saw for the first time, it was like a new spark of light had been added to his happy life. Watching him stare in awe was like watching a child take its first steps, as the parent, you feel as if you could never be prouder. Then, their next accomplishment comes and you take that feeling back to relive it.

Watching me smile, probably one of his most difficult tasks. He didn't have a way to ask this, obviously, but somehow helped me open up to the world and show who I am, who I'm supposed to be. I only show this for a select few, and even when sometimes I used to think he was the worst, most constant part of my life, I've come to realize he's actually the best. He saw me at the carnival, and so much more. I've shown more emotion to him than I ever had in my entire life before.

He looked at the last number, coming out of his memory filled trance. Unlike the others, it was unfinished, as if he couldn't quite decide on what to put there. Knowing Denmark, that would certainly not be the case. So slowly, he pointed to the paper to question this. "Denmark, as this is an amazing list, I can't help but notice that you left it incomplete. That isn't like you, so why is number 6 left without a purpose?"

As if he had waited for that question his entire life, Denmark stood from the desk and walked across the room, facing away from Norway. "Well, there was actually a purpose to that. Not just so others wouldn't peek and find out, but just to make this moment a bit more special." He turned around and walked back, holding his hands ever so softly. Norway's head was spinning a mile a minute and his heart racing, but he calmed himself down. Would he...

"You know I've loved you my entire life, through all our rough history, through the good, the bad, and most importantly these past few months. I've waited longer than you'll ever know to ask you this question, but I continued, hoping, praying that the right time would come."

He would...

Norway's face got lighter and happier with each word passing through the air, until he was almost at a smile.

"This may be the cheesiest thing I have ever done in my life, but Norway," he knelt onto the hardwood floor and pulled out a small box. After opening, a small silver band with sapphires and rubies glinted with the light. Norway now smiled a warm smile, crying as he watched this scene unfold before him. "Norway, will you marry me?"

That was all his heart could take. "Yes, you idiot, yes!" He cried into Denmark's shoulder as he felt the ring be placed on his finger, which fit perfectly. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble, you know. All this for a proposal?"

Denmark smiled. "I wanted to, though, Nor. I could only have the best for you."

That's it, guys, no more for me. Pretty happy tear jerking ending, if I do say so myself. Remember, keep an eye out for "Change in Time" or just follow me to be informed, because I hope to start that soon. This is easily the longest chapter yet, and for good reasons, right? I swear, I literally thought of this entire story as I typed it, but my next stories will actually be planned. For that one little star up there:

*"Yeah, lillebror, call me your storebror and make us happy." - lillebror is little brother and storebror is big brother. Honestly they were pretty self explanatory.

So this is my final goodbye to all you amazing people out there, I didn't deserve your company. You fans have all been the reason I want to continue, since I originally thought I was bad, so thanks.

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