Chapter One:
It was a cool crisp winter's day and the snow fell lightly on the frozen ground. Denmark had decided to pester his best friend once again and trudged through the snowy blanket that lay on Norway's front yard. He smiled to himself as he knocked on the door and waited for it to open. After a couple of minutes of standing there watching his breath materialize into white puffs of condensation in the cool air he thought, Damn it Norway open the door it's freezing out here. Rubbing his cold hands to preserve warmth he continued to wait for the snarky Norwegian to open the door.
Norway peered through the small peep hole on the other side of her front door and saw the wild haired Dane standing on her front porch.
Oh God why is he here?
She quite enjoyed watching him stand in the cold but decided that it was too cruel to leave him out there. Unlocking the door she slowly opened it.
Finally, the door opened and Norway stood at the entrance with a smug grin from ear to ear.
"I hope you're enjoying that cold weather." She said with a hint of sarcasm. Her silky blonde hair flowed down her shoulders and her cobalt eyes stood out from her fair completion. She looked him over and asked him "Well, aren't you going to come inside? Or do you like it out there?"
"Hell no it's freezing out here!"
He grinned and stepped inside and immediately removed his shoes, Norway was kind of a neat freak in some ways and hated shoes in the house and the Dane knew that well from experience. Removing his coat he placed it on a cherry wood coat rack and followed Norway to her living room. She had already made herself cozy, wrapping herself in a fleece blanket and sitting on her cream leather couches. He noticed that she was reading a book titled Nordic Folklore and Legends. She glanced up from her book and stated calmly "The fridge is free if you want anything and the remote is on the table." She gestured towards the table in front of her cutely with her lips.
He sat down on the loveseat next to hers and replied "No I actually came over to see if you wanted to go skiing today." The Norwegian raised her brow and replied with a swift and stern no.
"But, why? You love skiing and we haven't gone in ages!"
"It's too damn cold and I'd much rather read thank you very much."
The spikey haired Dane sat there and thought how he could convince her and remembered her weak spot.
"Hey Norge? Can we please go skiing?"
She closed the book only to see him with his big blue puppy dog eyes.
"God, you are such a child." she remarked slightly annoyed.
"Oh c'mon Norge. Please?" he begged. Denmark then moved from the loveseat and sat next to her and threatened playfully "Don't make me tickle you."
She jolted up and uncharacteristically squeaked "You wouldn't dare."
"Try me" he smirked. He stood up and began to chase her throughout the living room. Trying to escape from his tickling she ran up to her room and hid among the many pillows and articles of clothing, which she had folded earlier, on her bed. They laughed and he caught her in his arms
"Denmark, let me go!" She playfully shouted in between giggles. They hadn't had this much fun since they were little. He smiled and inquired "Can we go skiing now, Norway?" She would never let him know that he had won but her sides began to hurt as the laughter continued. She finally whispered "Alright, Alright, fine." She smiled.
He got off of the bed and she fixed her turquoise sweater, which had twisted all around, and then she noticed the smirk on his face.
"You haven't won yet, since you messed up my room you get to clean it up."
"But… skiing…now?"
A small grin grew on her face and stood up and walked out of her bedroom door. He sighed and accepted his fate "Alright I'll fix your room, just as long as we get to go skiing."
He gathered together the wrinkled clothes that were strewed across the room and placed the on top of her wooden vanity near the door. He straightened the dark blue and violet bed sheets and arranged the pillows neatly; glancing around the room he noticed the color motif. It consisted of different shades and tints of blue and some violet, the curtains were sort of a lavender color and the walls were light blue, as the colors progressed towards the center they grew darker in tone.
Well that's Norway for you… always coordinating things even to the smallest detail.
He thought to himself. The Dane grabbed the pile of clothes off of the vanity and began folding them just how Norway liked them.
Norway went back up the stairs and stood silently by her door.
He's actually trying… he really must want to go skiing
She then spoke out "That's good enough, I'll fix the rest."
"Norge! How long have you been standing there?" he asked slightly startled
"Not long and I think the room is fine now."
"So can we go?"
"Yeah, but let's get ready first."
