Pairing: DenNor

Rating: T for immature language and mild violence

Summary: The Nordic 5 go on a shopping trip in America. This is part 1, for I plan on a second part for this involving Iceland, Finland, and Sweden.

A Sexually Harassed Norway

"Okay, everyone will meet back here in 3 hours. Anyone not here by then will be left behind." Norway said, unemotional mask on as he looked at the other Nordics.

Everyone nodded, excited to explore the place in America called a 'Shopping Center'. They had shopping centers, but none quite like this. It contained a single massive building with strange lights and names that nobody understood.

"Alright! Let's go Norge!" Denmark said with no restraint on his excitement and grabbed the unaffected Norwegian, dragging him into the nearest store called 'Wal-Mart', leaving the other Nordics to do their own exploring.

"Norge! The walls are see through!" Denny said in awe, letting go of Norway to place his hands wonderingly on the glass. "Is this magic, Norge?! IT IS SO COOL!"

"No, you idiot. That's glass." Irritated by the Danish, Norway grabbed Denmark by the collar and dragged him towards the sliding glass doors.

"NORGE! THE SEE THROUGH WALLS MOVED!" The Dane exclaimed, pulling Norway away from the 'magic moving wall' in a habit of protectiveness, watching in wonder as the door closed once away from them.

Norway glared in annoyance, pushing his leg out before snapping it back into the Dane's shin, probably breaking it from the impact.

"OOOOOOW! What was that for Norgey?" Denmark complained as he hopped on his still alright leg.

"For being an idiot. Now let's go before I break your other leg." Norway said as he took Denmark by the ear, pulling him forward.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Norge, I'm OW! Sorry! Le- OW!" Denny said as the Norwegian dragged him into the store.

Once inside, Norway let him go and, still rubbing his sore ear, looked around in wonder. "Norge! This place is freaking awesome! Oh my god Norge, look! Cool step thingys!"

Norway sighed in annoyance. "Just don't touch anything you idiot. Knowing you, you will get us both in troub- What the fuck did I just tell you?!" Norway exclaimed as he pulled Denny off of the shelves he began to climb.

"But Noooorgey! I wanna see what's up there! Something cool could be at the top and I'll miss it!" He wined as Norway began dragging Denny in the opposite direction Denmark wanted to go.

"We aren't here to make asses of ourselves. You are to look at the objects, but NOT touch. Got that Dane?"

"What? I couldn't hear you over your sexiness." Denny said with a wink, but stopped mid grin at the death glare Norway gave him. "Hehe... j-just kidding Norgey. I heard ya. No touching stuff. G-Got it."

Walking around the store, Denmark couldn't help but look around in wonder. "How much stuff can be in one place, eh Norge?"

Norway purposefully ignored him as he walked down an aisle. In it, the two Nordics could see an assortment of frozen foods placed neatly in shelved freezers.

Denmark was looking at the foods, wondering how much food can really be in one place, when something caught his eye. "Oh meh god, Norgey, look! It's icey cream! Can we get some? Please? Please?!"

Norge looked at the shelves of ice cream and stared at them in horror, remembering the time Iceland had a strange relationship with Sweden's fridge and Denmark almost eating the mysterious vanilla ice cream in the freezer.

Norway tried to reason that maybe he was mistaken, when he read one of the packages that said Icelandic Icys' (made in iceland), and snapped. "... WHAT THE FUCK DID AMERICA DO TO MY LITTLE BROTHER?!"

Denny looked at Norway in confusion. "Calm down Norge! What's wrong?" Denmark wasn't told what the ice cream in the freezer was. And I don't think Norge will ever tell him either.

Boiling with rage, Norge wanted to storm to where America was and show him what happens when you mess with his precious lillebror, but was stopped by Denmark tossing him a box of ice cream. "Can we pleeeeaaaaaassse get some?! I really wanna have some!"

The Norwegian was about to chuck it at Denmark's stupid smiling face for suggesting such a thing, when he saw on the package that it was artificial. As in not made with real stuff. "Fine. Just this once, so no asking for anything else. Got that Dane?"

Denmark looked at Norway in aw, a blissfully happy expression on his face as he practically skipped out of the aisle, a still grumbling Norway right behind him.

The Norwegian stopped to look at a shelf of liquorish, almost smiling at the reaction his little brother would have when giving them to him. (Hint: ALMOST. So, internally.) Thinking of it, he snapped out of his daydream when he dropped the box. Sighing, he bent down to pick it up.

"Hehe, nice view Norgey~" The Dane said, running an appreciative eye over it before slapping the Norwegian's ass.

Big. Mistake.

Feeling the rage boiling inside of Norway so much it was coming off in waves, Denmark slowly backed away. "Hehe... N-Norge? S-sorry about tha-"

Falcon punch into the shelf.

Fatality.

Norge looked at the Dane laid sprawled on the floor. Sighing again, he helped him up from the floor with an embarrassed and still pissed blush.

"Wow. Norgey, that was some ride. Don't think I wanna take it again though." He said, rubbing his head as he smiled sheepishly.

Norway sighed again at his stupidness, when a sign caught his eye. Reading it, he suddenly grabbed Denmark's sleeve, pulling him into the aisle.

"Wha-" Denmark began to ask, when suddenly he looked wide eyed at the filled shelves.

They were covered in Lego stuff.

"N-Norge... h-how did you-"

"I read the sign, idiot. Unlike you, I actually look well for stuff I like." He said, looking away.

"But Norge, you don't like Legos..." Denmark began, when suddenly the thought hit him. "N-No way... y-you brought me here... because I do.."

"Don't get the wrong idea here. I just thought I would check all of the aisles. It just so happened to be this one-"

Norway's words caught in his throat when he saw Denmark staring at him, smiling warmly. "This is why I love ya so much Norgey."

Norway blushed at this, looking away to stare at a box of Lego's. "Like I said, don't be stupid." He muttered, glaring.

The Norwegian's eyes widened when he felt Denmark's arms wrap around him, hugging him from behind. "Love ya Norgey." He said, nuzzling his face in Norway's hair.

Norge sighed, muttering out "Idiot." But not pulling away.

When a few moments passed, Norway pulled out of the Dane's hug. "Let's go look through the rest of the store."

Denny smiled, happily following after his Norgey like a dog would his owner.

Denny is such a masochist.