Norway and Denmark cuddled with each other covered by a blanket. They sat together on a loveseat couch in front of a fire. Norway looked at Denmark and hesitated but poked Denmark's arm anyways. "Hm? Ya need anythin'?" Denmark asked grinning. Norway's brows knitted together in last minute thoughts but decided to do it. She leaned upward and pecked Denmark's lips and returned staring at the fire. "Huh? That's what you wanted? Ya could've just told me." Norway glared at him.
"No! It's too embarrassing..." Denmark laughed and rested his head on her's. "Now you sound like Ice." "Denmark?" Norway pinned Denmark on the couch, sitting on top of his stomach. "Norway?" "M-may, I have... a kiss?" Norway blushed red resembling her brother perfectly. "Alright." Norway bent down and brushed her lips against his. Then, she pulled away, scooted to her side of the couch, wrapped herself with all the blanket, whipped her head diva-like, and faced the opposite direction of her husband.
