Hi, everyone! I apologize to anyone who's looking forward to my other fanfics to be updated. I'll still be writing fanfics for my OTP- DenNor but I wanted to try my hand at writing my second OTP- DenEng. And all my old fanfic ideas just seem 'Blah' and unoriginal to myself. I do have a great idea for a Fantasy AU for DenNor- Which I'll be posting depending whether or not I'm satisfied with it!
I also may or may not make this fanfic into drabbles I write for DenEng. Whatever happens! - Mercutio
Denmark's giving him that look again. The look that clearly says "I'm bored. And I need attention.". However, England is giving him his own look that screams "No way in Hell." from over top the paperwork he has to have finished by tomorrow evening. But that doesn't prevent Denmark from wiggling his eyebrows, still trying to convince the Brit without using words. England would reprimand him, telling him in a very stern voice (Like a mother talking to her son) 'Use your words,' but all things like are completely lost in the Dane's mind.
And this doesn't prevent England from shoving Denmark's face away, when Denmark decided England didn't need personal space anymore, and standing from his over stuffed recliner and walking past Denmark in graceful steps. Of course, Denmark- being Denmark- watches his ass as he walks away. He has enough self control not to grab England's ass, knowing that would probably result in a face full of the Brit's fist...
The Dane decides to trail after the clearly annoyed British man, who's diligently doing his best to ignore him and get out all the things he needs to make his infamous Earl Grey. Denmark doesn't know a thing about tea, he prefers coffee and beer, besides the fact that England drinks a lot of it. It's probably the only thing he does drink.
"Why don' ya' try t' drin' somet'in' else for once!" Denmark chirped out, receiving a irritated 'Hm'.
Arthur doesn't mind the insisting he should drink something rather than tea, Alfred does the same thing, but the way that Denmark has to mutilate his language by twisting it on his tongue AND be an annoying twat at the same time was grinding on his very last nerve. Maybe he should throw the kettle at him. That would make his point clear, wouldn't it?
But a gentleman doesn't use violence to solve his problems. (And we all know that England is a gentleman.) Back to the cold shoulder tactic. Which is seemingly just making Denmark bounce around him on his feet, peeking over his shoulders-
"Bloody stop, will you, you giant?" England snapped- much to his dismay Denmark's trademark smirk just grows into that cheeky grin he's so used to seeing. He was never going to get the paperwork done, his tea made, OR this annoyance away with, was he? He glances back at Denmark, whose grin is now... concerning. "... What?" England manages to make out before he has strong arms wrapping around his waist, hoisting him to the Dane's shoulders.
"Put me the bloody hell down, you insolent twit! I'm the United bloody Kingdom and I will not be made a fool of by some tiny prat!"
Denmark just laughed, ignoring the comments, insults, boasts, and kicks from the struggling Brit on his shoulders. Maybe a few rounds of Lego wars will convince him to pay attention to him.
Hopefully.