Three's A Party(Netherlands and France) M-rated

[[x] Norway]

(excuse my crappy title....)

Norway groaned. Everything hurt....after more then 3 hours of practice every fiber and molecule of his body was screaming for hit to stop. He slumped up against a fighting dummy and closed his eyes. What he wouldnt give for a nice drink of water...that would be heaven at the moment.

He'd go get it himself but he didnt have the streangth to even more his head away from the dummy, let alone go walk to the kitchen and grab himself a luke warm glass of water. No...he was just going to wait until some nice and sweet soul got it for him...but for now he was going to sleep.

[[x] Netherlands]

Netherlands was getting out of the safe house,a towel on his shoulder and a bottle of water in hand. He needed to train, and he doubted anyone would be on the training grounds at that time. He liked to do it alone, without weird people to talk to him.

But it wasn't what he saw there.

"...Norway? Are you okay?"

[[x] Norway]

(....................FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

The nordic country heard someone call his name and his eyes fluttered open and he stared up at a tall guy who seemed to be standing close to him. He blinked a could of times and shook his head. "Tired..." he whispered in a horse voice. He saw that it was Netherlands and he was holding a water bottle in his hand.

Norway pointed up at the water and blinked again. "C-can I have a drink?" he asked.