He hadn't felt any different that morning. Hadn't seemed to notice. Hadn't any kind of growing clue when he woke up by sunrise that morning in New York City. He had acted normal because everything was normal.
That exact morning, he'd put on his suit and tucked his tie perfectly. He had clipsed his bangs into the normal headlock while he hummed silently on some old folklore. Just like any other day.
Norway yawned once more as he opened the door of his room. Time to get down and eat a real American breakfast. He should prepare for yet another meaningless meeting by stuffing his way too little stomach a little extra. The lunch bar at the meeting hall would be empty by the time his turn in the queue came anyway. It always was. Some nations really did eat a lot, so why should he spoil the hotel's luxury food when he knew he wouldn't get more to eat before this evening?
As he ate in silence in the monstrous dining hall (hell even such a causal place reeked of luxury! Why couldn