Iceland fumbled when he opened his front door as Denmark laid hunched over on back of the younger man. He had fallen asleep and was nearly snoring in his Iceland's ear, occasionally mumbling out the odd Danish word as a small pool of saliva formed on Iceland's jacket. He told himself he wasn't going to let Denmark drink has much as he did but even he let loose and drank more than he should. He was going to regret this in the morning when Norway would be hopping off the plane and making his way down for New Years' celebrations. Sweden and Finland would be arriving later in the day, with Estonia tagging along in the mix as well.

After fighting for nearly a minute, he finally freed himself from his boots and slowly made his way through the hall and into the living room. He carefully laid him down on the couch. “You've gotten heavier,” he grumbled as he gave himself a good long stretch. He took care of Denmark's boots for him but doesn't bother hanging up his jacket when he brings his boots to the front door. He simply leaves it on the hallway floor when he goes to pick up blankets and pillows from the guest bedroom. He makes sure Denmark is comfortable, wrapping him in the thick knitted blanket as if he were in a cocoon and placing the pillow underneath his head. By now the snoring has stopped, his body isn't fidgety as it was when they left the bar. He almost looks dead, he thinks to himself.

It is then he places a brief kiss on the older man's forehead. Denmark shifts his position slightly and Iceland begins to wonder if he woke him. It becomes clear he hasn't but Iceland walks away embarrassed. He shouldn't have done that, he mulls.

He makes his place on the matching loveseat, one for which he is much too tall for, and finds his mind wondering while the ticking of wall clock echos through the room. He knows he doesn't need to watch Denmark on the nights he drinks too much. He'll be just fine if he sleeps in his own bed, he always tells himself. But he does it anyhow. It just feels right that way.

“Góða nótt,” he whispers. His eyes soon become heavy as the need for sleep overtakes him. He hopes good dreams will come for him tonight.