Denmark has been acting strange. Well, stranger than usual. At the world meeting (which was set two days

before Christmas, to everyone's despair) Denmark had kept using dreadful pick lines on Norway such as, "What's

wrong? You're looking a little sad and gloomy. What you need is some vitamin me." or, "Is your father a thief?

Because he stole the sparkle from the stars, and put it in your eyes." even, "I wish you were a pony carousel

outside Walmart, so I could ride you all day long for a quarter." That one earned kick in the shin from Norway.

But that wasn't it. Everytime Norway accidentally stared at Denmark during the meeting, he would find his eyes

on him, but then he would look away. Denmark staring at him was normal, but looking away as if nothing

happened? That was unusual. Normally the Dane would then grin at Norway and give him a small wave, before

bringing his attention back to the meeting.

Now something else happened. It was a day after the meeting, Christmas Eve. Norway sat in his house sipping

coffee by the fire, Iceland sitting beside him on the worn out couch. It was silent, and Norway was enjoying the

peace with his brother. It was nice to not have an obnoxious Dane asking for a drink or some other ridiculous

request. The only sound was the crackling of wood from the cozy fire in front of them. Norway couldn't help but

have his thoughts drift back to Denmark. What was his problem? Was he planning a prank? Was he hiding

something from him? Or maybe I did something wrong? Norway shook his head to himself. Definitely not. He's

probably in those weird stages of his. It always happens for a bit but he will get over it.

"Um, brother?" Iceland's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Yes?" Norway looked up from the floor to his brother's lavender eyes.

"Your phone. You got a text message." Iceland said, pointing at Norway's pocket. Norway's eyebrows furrowed

slightly in confusion. He rarely got texts. He flipped open his phone and on the top of his background (a picture of

him and Iceland, with Denmark trying to get into the shot behind them.) were the words, "You got a new text

message from The Idiot." How strange. Denmark rarely ever texted, only if he was heavily hung over or if he

was incredibly sick. He always called, his boisterous voice giving Norway a headache each time he did. Ignoring

the rise of apprehension in his chest, he opened the text.

Meet me in the park by your house. Now.

The text was short and vague, not like Denmark at all. Norway immediately hopped off the couch and walked to

the coat rack, hastily putting on his winter gear.

"Where are you going?" Iceland asked.

Norway froze for a second, before going back to wrapping his scarf around his neck.

"I'm going out. I'll be back as soon as I can." Norway said before shutting the door behind him and walking into

the night. He felt a little guilty leaving his brother alone on Christmas Eve, but he wouldn't be gone long, I just

need to find out what's wrong with that idiot.

He was shivering by the time he reached the park, which was only a block away from his house. He shouldn't

have been in such a rush to get there. He found Denmark sitting on the swings. Despite his large figure, he

looked like a child. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and he gazed at the sky with the interest of a child

watching the first snow for the first time. Snow was definitely not an unusual thing for them, both living in

northern Europe for centuries. Norway never understood why small things like snow always entertained him.

"Hey." Norway said as he walked closer to the swings. Denmark looked up and his face lit up with joy when he

saw Norway.

"Hey! Glædelig jul!" Denmark greeted.

"Idiot, it isn't Christmas yet." Norway responded. He pointed at the seat next to Denmark. "Mind if I sit there?"

Denmark grinned and gestured to the swing. "Not at all!"

Norway sat on the swing, his body shivering at the freezing seat. "I'm sorry for making you wait in the cold for

me."

Denmark smiled and looked at Norway. "It's fine, I wasn't waiting for that long."

After that it was completely silent, the only sound being the squeaks from Denmark's swing as he swung back

and forth. Norway sighed, gazing as the fog from his breath danced in the air before disappearing into oblivion.

Denmark was being weird again. He was never quiet for more than a second. Norway, being the blunt nation he

was just had to know what was going on.

"What's wrong? You're acting strange."

Denmark jumped as soon as Norway spoke, as if he didn't even notice he was there. He gave a nervous chuckle,

fiddling with his gloves.

"Strange? Me? I don't know what you're talking about, Norge!" Denmark said, rubbing his neck nervously.

Norway rolled his eyes. He is so obvious. Whatever. He'll say what's bothering him at one point, he can never

keep a secret.

"You know around this time, the aurora appear." Denmark said, obviously trying to change the subject.

"That's great." Norway said monotonously. Norway didn't find the northern lights to be very exciting anymore.

He's been watching them since he was just a tiny nation, it has gotten old over the years.

"Well...I was thinking we could watch them together for Christmas this year." Denmark said, his voice getting

smaller and smaller by each word. Norway raised an eyebrow at his odd demeanor at such a normal request.

They usually watch the aurora together, why was Denmark getting so flustered? Norway's eyes widened a

fraction. Wait...does he...?

Suddenly Denmark grabbed Norway's hand which was grasping the rusty chains of the swing. Norway looked at

him in shock, and for a second they just stayed there, staring at each other in shock. Denmark blushed and

pulled away quickly, looking at the ground in humiliation.

"I'm sorry...I don't really know why I did that..." Denmark apologized awkwardly.

Meanwhile Norway was still staring blankly at him. Oh...It finally all sunk in. Denmark likes me, and he doesn't

know how to tell me... Norway smiled slightly under his scarf. So the reason why he was acting so weird was

because he liked Norway. So now he's actually making an effort to be romantic by having us watch the aurora

together. Norway inwardly smirked at the thought. This will be good. He felt slightly flattered that Denmark was

actually putting in an effort to confess. He expected less of him, imagining Denmark just confessing while drunk.

Norway was definitely not used to such romantic advances from the Dane. It felt...nice. He wondered how this

night was going to turn out. Trying to make it easier for him, he grabbed his hand which was sitting idly in his

lap.

"It's fine. We can hold hands."

Norway watched in amusement as Denmark's face immediately lit up at the act, his lips stretching into a foolish

grin. "Really?"

Norway nodded. "Don't think much of it, moron."

Denmark immediately relaxed, tightening his grip on Norway's hand.

"Did you know that the aurora is caused by the collision of energetic charged particles with atoms in the high

altitude atmosphere?"

Norway rolled his eyes. "Oh, really?" he said, feigning curiosity. He knew this already, but he let Denmark go on.

"And did you know that the name of the northern lights, aurora borealis is named after the Roman goddess-

Woah, Norway look! There it is, there it is!" Denmark exclaimed, pointing at the sky. Norway gazed at the sky,

ignoring Denmark's childish bouncing and yelling. He watched as the green streaks danced in the sky. They grew

and they shrunk, and as time passed other colors joined in the performance. Ribbons of green and red

intertwined with each other in the dark night sky, the stars behind them shining as bright as diamonds.

Everything stayed still as the show carried on. Norway couldn't even feel the cold as he stared in awe, only the

warmth of Denmark's hand. The aurora's greenish glow reflected on the land, giving the snow a green glimmer.

The light display ended after what seemed a millisecond. Denmark and Norway stood still on the swings, silent

with astonishment. Norway had to admit, it had been awhile since he had last seen the aurora.

"That was beautiful..." Norway whispered, not wanting to harm the peaceful silence between them.

"It sure is..." Denmark said quietly. Norway realized that Denmark had been looking at him as he said it.

Norway felt his face go red as he felt flustered and slightly annoyed. He couldn't let things stay like this. He

would just have to make the first move. He turned to Denmark and stared blankly at him.

"Listen, why don't we stop beating around the bush. I know you like me." Norway said.

Denmark eyes widened and turned a few shades of red while stuttering like an idiot. Finally he was able to say

something. "W-what?! I don't like you! Norge, I t-think that-that-that-" he went back to stuttering. Norway

rolled his eyes and put his index finger on the Dane's lip, silencing him immediately. "Shut up! I like you too."

Norway suddenly realized what he said. He felt heat rise to his cheeks again and he looked away. "I-I mean..."

Great. Now he was stuttering like an idiot too. Way to go, Norge.

"You...like me too?" Denmark asked in utter shock. Norway looked up and felt his face flush even more at the

adorable look of astonishment on his face. Whatever. He's an idiot so I'm just going to have to tell him.

"Yeah, I do! Don't make me say it again!"

"You know...I like you..."

Norway rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know." Dumbass.

"Does that mean...I can kiss you?"

"What?"

Before Norway could protest he felt Denmark's lips on his. The shock faded away quickly and he kissed him back.

They separated, gazing into each other's eyes. "Don't stop." Norway grabbed Denmark's face and brung him into

another kiss. They were on the edge of their seats, almost falling as they kissed each other under the starry

night sky. Denmark hesitantly wrapped his arms around Norway's waist and leaned more into the kiss. He

couldn't feel the harshness of the cold on his body, not the drops of snow falling on his hair, not even the iciness

of the swing seat. He could only feel Denmark's lips on his, his sturdy but gentle touch of his arms around his

waist, protecting him like a thick blanket. Norway was in complete and utter bliss. After what felt like a

millenium and a second, they separated. As they stood there Norway felt his breath being taken away as he

gazed in those puddles of blue. Finally a grin came to Denmark's lips, and Norway immediately knew whatever

romantic moment they had was now over.

"So..." Oh god. "You like me, huh? I can see why, I mean who can resist me?"

Norway rolled his eyes. Yup. He is definitely back to his old self.

"Like? I never said I liked you. You must be hearing things incorrectly. Maybe your brain has finally turned to

mush after drinking all of that beer." Norway said after turning around to walk back to his house. Denmark

trailed after him, laughing that boisterous laugh of his.

"Aww Norge I love you too!"

Fin

Merry Christmas everyone! For my readers currently waiting for the next chapter of I'll Wait Forever I'm really

sorry I'll try to be as quick as possible to update! A lot of things have been going on (I'll will explain later) that

have been keeping me from writing. And also the severe writers block was in the way. I wanted to go back to my

writing habits by writing this! I hope you enjoyed it, and I might be adding an extra chapter with Iceland and

Hong Kong. I hate to say this after requesting so many times, but please review! It's my first time writing these

two personally and I wanted to make sure I got it right. Merry Christmas!

~Fia Rose