Norway yawned as he slowly awoke from his peaceful slumber. He groaned as his eyes struggled to adjust to the morning light. He desperately wanted to go back to sleep but the cheerful birds chirping loudly from outside his open window had other plans for him. He lifted himself up to stretch and faintly heard the sounds of a man singing in the distance. The voice became louder the closer and immediately a knock echoed through his room. Before Norway could respond, the door opened, revealing a familiar and smiling face greeting him with a tray filled with freshly sliced fruit, toast, and coffee. He was usually a grump first thing in the morning but Italy’s positive spirit was almost contagious and a small closed-mouth smile appeared on Norway’s face. It was all that Italy needed as approval as he joined him on the bed and carefully placing the tray on Norway’s lap. He immediately knew which cup was his and took a sip, but not before he blew on it so he wouldn’t burn himself.

“You always know how to make it just right,” he whispered before placing a gentle kiss on Italy’s cheek. In return, he merely giggled when soft lips met soft skin. He then completely changed gears as excitement beamed from his bright brown eyes.

“Nor! Nor! I was doing a lot of thinking last night and there’s so many things I want to show you! I want to show you all of Rome. Actually no, all of my home! Maybe we can play some football too. Oh! And maybe we can go for some gelato! I know a great place in town that serves only the best! Oh yes,” he finally pauses and crosses his arms, “we have to fit in a siesta in there too. Do you think we can get all this done before you go back home?”

He continues to listen Italy ramble as he sips his coffee every now and then. Admittedly, he found his constant talk without pause a little draining. But Norway didn’t seem to mind. To him, it meant that Italy was happy and enjoying his company. And that’s all that Norway ever wants to see from him, that never-ending smile.