{{A.N. These were for the yuritalia exchange on deviantart. They didn't turn out as well as I would've liked them, but well.. yeah... huh... writers block smacked me in the face and it seems I can't really write genderbended characters. Still, here they are. The proper main gift is on my deviantart. First is some Fem!DenNor drabbles, second fem!ItaGer.

I've still uploaded them in case anybody wants to read them.}}

Fem!Den/Fem!Nor

{{ Setting: As an extra note, all of these are set assuming the Nordics are all sailing on a ship together. As vikings? Pirates? Airship pirates? Perhaps. Am I historically accurate? Probably not, I didn't write it to be historical. I hope it's still enjoyable, not for historical merit, but for the fic itself :)? }}

Dragons

"No."

"Please, Norgey, just look at it, it has these tiny paws see?"

Norway was promptly greeted by a paw to the face, a scaley one, with tiny little claws scratching his cheeks. She pushed him off, glaring. Somewhere, she should have known. When they had drifted up the Nile the other had gotten very excited at the moving logs. She herself had gotten a headache.

So when Denmark inquired with much excitement what the things were, Norway had just shrugged her off.

"Dragons." She had said.

She didn't want to answer anymore of her questions and wasn't particularly eager to explain what a crocodile was. At least Denmark would know what a dragon was. With a bit of luck he would be able to amuse himself for a few hours by watching them.

But it never crossed her mind that she would run to some black market and buy a baby crocodile.

And that was how she stood in front of her now, a somewhat grumpy crocodile hugged against her breasts, bandages scattered over her fingers where the crocodile had retaliated against her affections.

Also naked. Both of them were, really. Since the animal had taking a liking to Norway's long hair while they were in bed. Which brought them to the current situation.

"We're not keeping it."
"But it's a dra~agon."

"No."
Denmark leaned in to poke her cheeks, bringing the crocodile much to close again. "We could teach it how to breath fire! Come on Nor.~"

The poking insistently continued.

"... "

A little harder by now.

At this point Norway seized his wrist, holding it tightly, and more importantly, away from him. "If you don't get rid of it you sleep on the deck."
"But I'm the Captain~"
"..."

"Norge..." Denmark was pouting at this point, but there wasn't something in her face that Norway didn't quite trust.

"Nor~ " She shuffled closer. Norway stepped back.
"..." Norway had a pretty good look at her cleavage now, with the way the other leaned forward. Most of the view was sadly blocked by the crocodile though.

"Norgey~"
"What." She said, wanting the other to get to the point and preferably a meter away from his current position.
"Are you on your period again?~"

Denmark awoke the next morning on the deck with half a concussion and no dragon.

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Cooking

"What are you doing?" Finland asked, leaning over a bit.

"Cooking," Denmark grinned.
"Ahn... " Finland watched her curiously. "Why? Sweden cooks usually."
"It's for _my wife.~"
"Norway?" Finland blinked, ignoring the insinuation she was Sweden's wife.
"Yeah, got cramps or something, so I'm being the best lover ever and cooking her breakfast." Denmark boasted proudly. The top buttons of her shirt were unbuttoned against the heat emanating from the food, showing of gratuitous cleavage.
Finland stared at the meal, it smelled good, but for breakfast? And on top of that...
"Captain?"
"Yes?"
"You're roasting the meat."
"Sure am."
On the ship."
"Yes."
"On an open fire."
"Yes?..."
Finland smiled. "Alright, that's all I was wondering, Captain."
Denmark grinned. "Norway is going to love this.~"

Valkyrie

The sight took what little breath she had away. Long, white hair waved alluringly to her, the tips nearly blending in with the blank void beyond. She was close, beautiful, inviting her into Valhalla then, caressing her cheek with one hand.

Those lips, on which she could not quite focus, spoke slowly to her.

"Den."

She fell the slight tug on her shoulders, trying to focus more clearly on the figure before her, grinning confidently, but voice failing to produce too much sound. ".. Hey."

The figure stood over her, watching, perhaps waiting for her to pass on then. She finally closed her eyes.

"You know, Nor.~" Den grinned at the other, excited.

Norway didn't reply, but turned her gaze towards Denmark, which was enough indication of her attention as any.

"When I was out of it, you know?" Denmark shifted up in the bed, ignoring all the bandages she was wearing.
"You're going to hurt yourself again."
"Ssh, let me finish. I saw a Valkyrie." She smiled knowingly, eyes twinkling with delight.

"She looked like you. "
"Did she?" Norway repressed a faint blush on her cheeks, looking away, wondering if Denmark noticed her when she sat by the bed waiting for her to wake up.

"Yeah, nearly the same."
"... Nearly?"
"Yep," Denmark grinned. "Her boobs were much bigger."