The third time was the night before Norway had to leave with Sweden, after Denmark lost him in the Napoleonic wars. The moment that damn document was signed, a brief glare, mixed with a hidden emotion of pain, was directed at the Swede from Denmark. Norway could only look down so that none of his feelings would be revealed in front of the Swedish nation before them. As for the recipient of the hard look that had been sent out by Denmark, he could only quirk a brow in question of it. What was that he saw in the depths of the Dane's eyes? Well, no matter, Norway was his now, just compensation for what Denmark took from him years before. Besides, no amount of pleading could have ever been enough to convince him to let Norway stay with Denmark, anyway.

The Kingdom of Denmark-Norway would be no more, and they all knew that any sort of begging couldn't change that.

"W'leave t'morrow mornin' at dawn. Sharp."

That was the last thing they heard Berwald say because as soon as Denmark's messy cursive writing scratched across the settlement, the both of them got up without another word and left. As they did, they walked a little closer than they normally would have when in front of anyone else. Sweden sat by as a witness of this, barely catching Norway and Denmark brushing their fingers together before clasping hands and exiting the room. As he rolled up the parchment that officially ceded Norway to his kingdom he had failed to hear the sounds of desperate hushed voices in the hall silenced intermittently by lips against lips.

It wasn't long before they were both in Denmark's barely lit room, Norway moving on top of him and taking in as much of the other's arousal as his body would permit. His smaller hands lay flat against Denmark's chest though as his fingers curled up a little, nails digging in Den's skin. However, as he bent over to relieve some tension that was building up in his legs, Denmark caught something on Norway's face, now that he had a clearer view of it.

"Nor.. don't cry…"

"I-I'm not… Hmn… it just hurts…"

Norway could blame it on the pain all he wanted to yet he didn't want to stop this over something that was trivial in his opinion. He wanted this. Denmark, who eyed the Norwegian with minute suspicion from below, accepted it for now as he held onto Norway's hips and continued to thrust upwards into him. He was covered in a layer of sweat and he groaned out a mixture of sadness and pleasure as he felt Norway's tight warmth envelope him. Tonight, Denmark and Norway would do this just about anywhere; in front of anyone and until they were exhausted. However, Denmark's worry got the better of him as he slowed down.

"We've done this countless times… it's been decades since you've cried over doing it…"

"S-Shut up… it just hurts this time…"

Denmark nodded, grip tightening as he flipped them over suddenly and adjusted their arrangement so that he could gaze down at Norway. He wanted to admire the other like this just one last time before he's gone and he ran his callused hands up the Norwegian's thin thighs and to his stomach before repositioning himself. Glancing at the other and checking his eyes for anything that may be an indication for him to stop, he saw nothing. Besides, if Norway implied it was okay to go on, then he would until the other made a movement they should stop. Getting a firm grasp of Norway's waist he teased the other's hole with the tip of his member before pushing in.

Norway, reaching out his arms around Denmark as he was entered, pulled the Dane down while his legs spread a little wider to give the other better access to increase his pace. His cheeks were flushed red from bliss and covered with dried stains from earlier tears and there was no point to try and hide that anymore. With slightly parted lips, Norway threw his head back into the pillows which gave Denmark an opportunity to nuzzle into smaller nation's neck. He muttered incoherent words against the skin which were harder to understand than usual as the Danish language was muffled and his ears weren't concentrated to try and decipher it. His moans were becoming more and more frequent as the pits of his stomach were boiling with the need for release and so he held onto the other with a stronger hold. As usual, there was no doubt that Denmark would once again wake up with trails of red down his back left by Norway's nails which often occurred every time the Norwegian was close to climax. So knowing this, the Dane slowed down, and lift his head away from the crook of the Norwegian's neck to kiss the corner of his mouth.

"Just a little longer, Nor…"

Norway shook his head vigourously.

"Uhn… I-I can't hold it…

Denmark nodded before fixing his lips back upon Norway's neck and giving it soft kisses, trailing upwards and back down as his hips rocked in and out of the Norwegian. Now wasn't the time to argue or get into a fight and as much as Denmark just wanted Norway to hold out, to keep this lasting longer, he wouldn't push it. Arms wrapping completely around Norway's waist, he pulled him up into his lap and took immediate advantage of this new position. Larger hands grabbing the Norwegian's hips, he took control of both their movements now. The Dane's grip was a bruising one too, and Norway wasn't objecting to it, as his daintier hands moved up Denmark's arms to take a hold of his shoulders. From that point on, everything became a blur in his mind; he was too deep in this final moment of ecstasy.

They were muttering eachother's name.

Denmark was pumping him now.

Harder, faster, stronger, then…

… They had both done themselves in at the same time, Norway contracting around Denmark's arousal as warm liquid filled him and his own release burst between both their flushed bodies. Both were completely overwhelmed as Denmark carefully laid Norway backwards onto the bed, sliding out of him as he did, and hovered over the smaller nation. For a split second, blue eyes met purple in a moment of understanding in the comfortable silence, albeit a bit painful, that developed between them. It was then that the Danish man took that moment to roll over to the side and gather Norway into arms with every last ounce of energy he had left. The Norwegian, feeling a rare pang of heartache, willingly rolled over to face Denmark as he shut his eyes and closed the space between the two of them. He'll miss those chapped lips and the Dane's overbearing love, deciding then that he'll do whatever it takes to leave Sweden because he'll never view that man or his country as his monarch. He would only ever have one.

"You'll always be my King…"

AN: Alright... So this part had a sort of theme. I mean, in a situation of what is written above would normally lead to desperate last minute moments. In Denmark and Norway's case, it would be something much more physical; Sex. Therefore, they definitely would not have been able to keep their hands off eachother. This thing took me forever to write and rewrite, too, and I love my beta and editor to bits 3

Also, for history sake... The Treaty of Kiel is what was being signed. There were lots of conditions for it but the part that matters most for this fic is that the document ceded Norway from Denmark over to Sweden. Keep in mind that it was JUST Norway, not the Kingdom of Norway, that got ceded over. So countries such as Iceland and Greenland were "ceded" over to Denmark after the agreement passed.

Another thing, and for fun fact, that last piece of dialogue that Norway says is something important to know, I think! After the dissolution of the Sweden-Norway Union and Norway (finally) gained their independence in 1905, King Haakon VII, who was a Danish prince, was appointed the first King of Norway. THAT IS LOVE RIGHT THERE, GUYS 3 Hahaha.