2020, Denmark's room, Rovaniemi, Finland

Denmark was almost sleeping, almost. The familiar noise of Norway leaving his room to go to Iceland's woke him up. He yawned, wondering when Iceland would finally realise why Norway really bothered him like that. He snickered quietly, remembering the times before they found Iceland, when Norway's pride stopped him from ever asking for comfort and he would curl up somewhere - often under a tree, what an idiot - in the hope that it would somehow protect him.

As soon as Iceland's door closed, Sweden's opened. Denmark frowned and sat up. That was unusual, especially since Sweden came knocking on his door. So unusual actually that Denmark decided to get up to greet him.

"What's up, bro?" he said as he opened the door.

Sweden was wearing his blanket, holding it tightly around his shoulders. He looked a little pale, too.

"Erm, you okay?"

"No," Sweden said immediately.

Denmark blinked.

"Excuse me?"

Sweden squinted a little.

"Can I stay with you?"

Denmark's eyebrows shot up.

"Excuse me?"

Sweden's hands shook a little over the blanket.

"Finland is a pain to sleep with," Sweden muttered apologetically.

"Yeah," Denmark said. "He snores, I know."

He pointed to the left wall, the one he shared with Finland.

"Why would you sleep with him anyway? I know you're gay but…"

"Shh," Sweden hissed, slamming a hand on Denmark's mouth.

"What? Everyone here knows you're gay. You know, it's okay to be ga…"

The thunder rumbled and Sweden flinched.

"Oh."

On the other side of the wall, he heard Iceland laugh. It was nice to see the kid lighten up a little, he had looked terribly moody the whole day.

"I'd have gone with Iceland but I'm pretty sure Norway is already taking too much space," Sweden mumbled.

Denmark put a hand to his mouth, successfully holding a laugh back.

"It's fine, bro, you can sleep with me. No homo, though."

"No homo," Sweden agreed.