In the dead of the night, Emil stumbled into his kitchen, the hunger taking over his mind as he craved for something, perhaps a little more than a midnight snack.
His hunger for Fridge-senpai had been growing lately, urging to have his beloved fridge inside of him rather than the other way around.
However, all he did was stand there in the kitchen all day, as if to mock the small, hungry man, and did the same now as he was turned on, quite seductively considering that he was a fridge. The other nordics had grown quite worried for their distant friend, the way he didn't leave the house and hung around in his kitchen, staring longingly at his senpai all day, begging silently to be noticed.
As he opened the cold, tall and comforting love interest, he sighed heavily, reaching his hand in to search for something and wincing against the bright light as it attacked his eyes against the night's darkness. After finding nothing of interest, he slammed the door shut and sunk against it, putting his head in his hands as his love continued to eat away at him, and at his usual distant indifference. Mr. Puffin flew onto his shoulder and chirped, but now the icelandic man took no interest in the bird.
As he started to fall back into slumber, an unfamiliar, deep voice jolted him awake. "Emil."
"Huh? Puffin, is that you?" He responded, wondering if he had been hallucinating, or dreaming. However, the voice spoke again, "Emil, you have awakened me."
"E-eh?" Emil turned around, his eyes wide as saucers as he stared, like an anime girl who's senpai finally noticed her. "Fridge-senpai?"
No more words were exchanged, because the fridge bent Emil over, and with no hands to prepare him with, he decided to prepare the man by humping him, and the simple contact sent the little man soaring in a sky of arousal, begging for more like he was italy begging for HRE back. A blush spread over the fridge's top door, harsh and red against the pristine white.
This continued, and at some point a cucumber appeared from inside the fridge and slid into Emil. By now everything blurred away; the passing of time, the surroundings of the kitchen with many open windows, the likely complaints he'd get from his neighbours due to the loud sounds that slipped effortlessly out of his mouth, everything blurred away until it was just him and Fridge-senpai, and this sudden action taken without words.
All of a sudden, the cucmber had retreated, Emil only catching but a single glance of it, dripping with what was probably a mix of both his and Emil's juices. The man sighed, seemingly left alone again, though he looked mortified when he realised that he wasn't, and stared in fear at the four men in the doorway, a different expression on each of their faces.
That was the birth of the joke, "I'll stop licking the butter if you stop humping the fridge."
The end.