A random one-shot I came up with a while ago. Nothing too terribly special.
"Danmark!" Norway yelled.
"Yes, love?" His exhausted lover replied.
"I want cake."
"We don't have any cake, Norge."
"Then go and buy some."
"Norge..." Denmark started to protest.
"You don't love me anymore..." Norway sniffled, dropping his head. Denmark sighed.
"Fine, Norge, I'll get you some cake... Just please don't cry..."
"And some wienerbrøden, too?" Norway asked hopefully.
"Okay, Norge..."
~Some time later~
Norway peered into the bag, glaring up at Denmark.
"What is this."
"What do you mean, it's what you asked me to get!"
"This is cake. Cake has fat in it." Norway's glare softened as his eyes filled with tears. "You want me to get fat, don't you!" Denmark rolled his eyes.
"Your'e pregnant, Norge. You're gonna get fat anyway!" Norway sniffled a bit before bursting into tears.
"You really do hate me...!" Denmark panicked, running over to Norway's side and hugging him.
"I don't hate you, I was just kidding! I'm sorry!" His apology was greeted by a sharp slap to the side of the head.
"That was a cruel joke, Danmark."