It was a cold day. Probably around 36 degrees Fahrenheit.

In other words, the Nordics would be having their last barbecue of the summer pretty soon.

But Norway was doing what he did every day, which was reading. He liked to read, especially books about magic and about magical creatures. It was part of the reason he got on so well with his troll and faeries, the other being the fact that he could actually see them. But his quiet reading was interrupted by two sharp knocks at the door.

Followed by another two knocks.

And then just random banging on the door.

Norway groaned and considered his options.

Option 1: Answer door for the winner of the "most annoying person ever" contest.

Option 2: Let the door keep banging for two hours until Norway got a migraine and had to take Tylenol.

He went with Option 1.

He had barely touched the door when the Dane behind it pulled it from Norway's grasp and ran into the house.

"I'M HERE NORGIE!"

Why didn't he take Option 2? Why?

The Norwegian calmly and coolly replied.

"I know Denmark. I can see you right there. Why are you even here?'

The Dane shrugged his shoulders and flashed a crooked grin.

"I dunno, I was just bored! You have any beer around? Carlsberg, preferably?"

Norway rolled his eyes. "The answer is still the same, Denmark. No. Now get out of my house."

"What if I don't wanna?"

"Denmark..."

"What are you going to do? Set your imaginary friends on me?"

Good idea, Denmark.

"NORGIE! PLEASE LET ME STAY! I'M SO BORED, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASY PLEASE WITH CARLSBERG ON TOP!"

Well... Norway figured that Denmark probably wouldn't be too annoying if he wasn't drunk.

"Fine. But be quiet, stop calling me Norgie, and don't touch any-"

The Dane had ran out of the room before Norway could even finish his sentence.

Denmark had found Norway's basement. If Norway was hiding beer from him, this had to be the place where it was!

There he found a bunch of shelves with different bottles and books on them. He didn't care about the books at all. But seeing as he saw no beer, regular alcoholic drinks would do.

And then a small purple book that was open, next to the bottles caught Denmark's eye. It seemed to be recipes for making some beverages. OKAY!

Let's see, that bottle looked like gin, and that one looked like tonic water, and that powder might add flavor to it...and so on and so on until Denmark had a good looking drink.

Denmark sniffed said drink. It didn't smell how Denmark expected it to smell, but hey! He didn't exactly have a degree in mixology.

He drank the drink in one gulp.

Or should I say potion.