"Well! Good morning," England said, holding back a smile as his friend blinked at him drowsily. "How do you feel?"

"Coffee."

"What?"

"Coffee," Norway repeated as he sat up, running his fingers through his hair. "Said you'd get some in the morning." Another yawn. "'S morning, ain't it."

I adore this. Your Norway is wonderful. And snuggling in the library during a storm with a blanket, The Hobbit and tea - I definitely approve of that, need to get myself a library.

And I love that they're so comfortable with each other, and England's doubts about getting friendly in the hallway, and Norway knowing that England's key is always in his back pocket, and the fire, and the rain/thunder/lightning always present.

All in all, beautiful.