Norway opened the door. He had a very frustrating day and just wanted to relax. As he stepped into the house, his eyes landed right on top of the table.

It was a beautiful bar of butter.

It was just sitting there like it was waiting for him to come back from his day.

Norway blushed as he saw the butter. He ignored the blush as he went to get something to eat.

All what he found was plain bread. Norway went to find some spread but he couldn't find any. The only thing available was…

He was going to do it. Norway got the butter knife. He hesitated at first, but then he scraped some of the butter. He spread it slowly and hard, nice and smooth…

Norway dropped the butter knife. He couldn't take it anymore! He started licking and feeling the butter on the bread and eventually eating it and swallowing it to his stomach. Love hurts, you know.

After eating the butter with the bread, Norway still wanted more! Norway grabbed the butter and started licking it and gnawing it while using the butter knife to jab it and scraping the butter into his mouth. This was life…

Norway's thoughts were interrupted when the door opened. Finland stood there, groceries dropped at foot, shocked and scarred, "Norway, what are you doing with my butter?"

A/N: I think most of you might know what this fic is a parody of (well, I did say it in the summary). The cover and idea of this is by... Why would I tell you? *trollface* The drawer told me to troll you guys ;D