Minna! I do not own the smexy Nordics! Or any of the other characters that are from Hetalia! Sadly…
Might be a bit ooc…but still…I hope I got it right…
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Matthias, or better known as Denmark, couldn't help but stare at the Norwegian's curl. I mean, it just defied gravity! Who wouldn't be intrigued by the curl? Denmark looked around the nearly dead-silent room with boredom. Iceland was petting his Puffin while smiling slightly, almost unnoticeable, Sweden was staring at his 'wife' Finland, Finland was checking on a list of things to get ready for the next Christmas, and finally their were Norway. Oh, Norway. He was staring at a spell book, most likely finding a way to turn Iceland back to a little kid.
Denmark sighed as he stood up from his sitting position and sat walked in front of Norway and kneeled to his height so that there faces were only a foot apart. Norway took his attention from his book and stared at the Danish man with an emotional face.
"What do you want now Dane?" Norway asked. This saying, all of the other Nordics looked at them. Why? Well Norway broke the silence. Yeah, Norway broke the silence! Why wouldn't that catch your attention?
"Well, I was wondering why your hair straight and you have that one curl." Denmark answered. Norway stiffened, but was not noticed by the other Nordics.
"It's just hair, so please get your face away from mine idiot."
"Then why are you so offensive about it?"
"Yeah, I will like to know about the name thing." Finland said.
"Hn." Sweden agreed.
"See, they agree." Denmark said as he grabbed the curl and pulled on it a little. Instantly, Norway's face turned red and his eyes grew a little teary.
"Ah…D-Denmark…s-stop…" Norway said in between sounds that sounded a bit too sexual. Denmark's and along with the others' faces were full of shock. Denmark let go and Norway's face was still red from embarrassment.
"What happened?" Iceland asked confused. The other Nordics shrugged in answer. (Exclude Lukas)
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Timeskip…
Denmark grinned happily as he walked down to get some booze. He was meeting up with Germany to drink. It had been about an hour since the whole hair curl business. It still confused him, like everything else that doesn't conclude alcohol or having sex.
He opened the doors to the building and walked in to find Italy hugging Germany. Germany looked at Italy in annoyance. But one thing that took Denmark's attention was Italy's curl. It was the same at Norway's! Germany sighed and grabbed the ahoge, in return Italy's face grew red.
"S-Stop…p-please…" Italy pleaded.
"Yo, Germany!" Denmark called out, getting Germany's attention. "What are you doing to Italy?"
"Oh this? It makes him shut up. I don't know how. Japan calls the hair 'ahoge' though." Germany said.
"G-Germany l-let go p-please. T-That's my e-erogenous…" Italy didn't need to finish for Germany to instantly let go. Denmark's eyes grew wide as he sprinted out of the room.
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Denmark burst through the door of the Nordic home. Norway was reading again, Iceland was reading, Sweden and Finland was talking to each other silently. The loud noise made them all look at the Dane again.
"I figured it out!" He shouted pointing at Norway's ahoge.
"You're back so early! What did you figure out?" Finland said.
"I figured why Norge's curl is like that!" With this said, Norway stiffened.
"Really what is it?" Iceland asked.
"It's his ahoge! His erogenous zone!"