Note: I read this DenCan fic where the chick was all, "I feel I'm the only person who will ever write DenCan". I feel like she has never been on kinkmeme. You can find anything you want on there! I mean, if you can find Shinatty/China, I'm sure you can find DenCan. Seriously! Anyways, DenCan is cute. I wanted to try writing it, so...here we go!
This was the seventh time in two years that Matthew Williams had woken up in a bed that wasn't his own. He was in a hotel room, probably in the same hotel where he was staying for the Arctic Council meeting in Copenhagen - there was a suit jacket thrown over the chair, Matthew's jeans, boxers and hoodie on the floor, and a very familiar battle axe propped up against the television (how did that get past security?). Matthew groaned as he sat up, sheets damp under his body, and looked around for his glasses. It was only when the bed shifted did he realize he wasn't alone.
Mikkel Søndergaard, personification of Denmark, was propped up on his side, staring at him with a little smirk on his face.
"Man, you really can't hold your alcohol, can you, Canuck?"
Matthew turned red, blurted out, "I am so sorry!" and, finding his glasses on the side table, tried to make his escape.
"Hey, you gonna stick around for breakfast or what?" Mikkel wanted to know, reaching out to put a hand on Matthew's shoulder. Matthew pulled away.
"Look, I'm really sorry." he repeated. "I get sort of...weird when I'm drunk, so if I did or said anything strange..."
"Don't you remember anything?" Mikkel sat up, propping his elbows up on his knees. His brow was creased, though that teasing smile remained. Matthew couldn't bear to look him in the eye.
"Y-yeah, sort of." he admitted. "We were down in the bar with, um - with Norway and Finland and the others, and Alfred said I couldn't beat you in a drinking contest - "
"Yeah okay but do you remember the part where we made out?" Mikkel wanted to know, a little impatiently. Seriously, he really just wanted to go back to bed until his hangover went away, and it would be all the better if the other blond would come with him too.
Matthew tried looking at the door, wondering how long it would take him to sprint, naked, and escape.
"Uh huh, I remember that part."
"And the elevator? Because man, you can really - "
"Yes okay I remember that too." Matthew blurted out.
Mikkel tilted his head. "So? What's the big deal? We don't have a meeting until the afternoon. I vote going back to bed..."
Shaking his head, Matthew was up. "Look, I don't usually...do these things, okay? It's just, I was really drunk..." he trailed off awkwardly, hoping the other nation would get the hint. Mikkel's usually present smile dropped off his face.
"Oh. Okay." he nodded, and kindly turned away so Matthew could gather his clothing up off the floor and cover himself.
Awkwardly, Matthew dressed and combed his head back with his fingers. "Er...then, I'll see you later...?"
"So if we had gone out on a date first, would you have stayed?" Mikkel asked. Matthew faltered, fiddled with the zipper on his jacket.
"I have to go," he muttered. "And you know...you know it doesn't work that way for us."
Mikkel propped himself up on the headboard as he watched the blond he'd had his eyes on for years walk out of his hotel room and out of his life for the fifth time.
Back...1904
It had been so long since Denmark had seen his pretty Alexandra, with her beautiful red hair and elegant long face, so his formal exchange with England was cut short in favor of fawning over this fashionable thing currently married to Edward VII. As such, he missed the little waif standing behind England's chair, watching the exchange between monarch and nation with amusement. It was only when Denmark looked up and their eyes met was he struck with a sense of familiarity.
"Oi, you're that kid from the North, right?" he asked, letting go of Alexandra's hand and pointing. The kid shrunk back, unsure.
"Uh...yes. I'm, I'm the Dominion of Canada, Mr. Denmark." he said politely. "It's nice to see you again, Her Highness talks a lot about you."
Again, Denmark thought, and was able to dredge up a couple of fuzzy memories of some strange, dark-featured child lurking in the snow drifts as Denmark's people, all those hundreds of years ago, set up camps and burned fires. Shrugging, he directed a sunny smile at the kid.
"All good things, of course." he prompted, causing Alexandra to laugh quietly and start a story of Mikkel's antics at court when she was still Princess of Wales. Her husband, Edward, watched her fondly from his place in his armchair by the fire. England, who remembered the incident in question, frowned. The Dominion of Canada laughed, a little tinkling sound that Denmark rather liked.
Afterwards, when Edward had retired back to his rooms and Alexandra was stitching by the fire, Denmark found Canada in the study. The kid was nervously shuffling through papers with a little bit of awe, as if still taking in the idea of being, legally now, a country.
"It takes a while, doesn't it?" Denmark asked, slipping up behind him. Canada jumped.
"Stupid goddamn parliament," the blond continued, "it'll make your hair fall out."
Canada laughed weakly. "It, it is definitely a hassle at times."
Denmark leaned onto the chair, close enough to get a smell of the kid, something fruity but not effeminate. His blond hair, long enough to almost touch his shoulders, was pulled back in a tail, despite England's current fondness for short haircuts on men.
Canada chanced a glance over his shoulder, as if nervous at how close Denmark was getting. "Do...are you enjoying your stay in England, Mr. Denmark?" he asked.
"Oh yeah. It's always nice to visit England, such a sweet and welcoming fellow." Denmark drawled, relishing the giggle Canada had to stifle. "Love seeing his smiling face."
"Stop," Canada laughed, "That's terrible. Arthur was pleased to see you, I could tell."
"Oh?" Raising his eyebrows and ignoring the familiar name, Denmark pressed, "Then you've figured out how to read him! Great, mind teaching me some of that magic?"
This dissolved the kid into giggles again, until a healthy red decorated his face. Denmark couldn't help reaching out and put his hand on Canada's head - the kid stilled, looking up at him with wary eyes.
"You've grown a bit, haven't'cha?" Denmark remarked. "I remember when you were a little thing, looked like a girl..."
"Yeah, a lot of things have changed." Canada said, quickly and maybe a little brusquely - and rightly so, Denmark thought, because he could remember a time, not even that long ago, past the time of his "Vinland", when Canada's hair wasn't blond. Abruptly, Canada stood, leaving his papers behind.
"Can I escort you anywhere? England is in the parlor, still."
Denmark took that as the hint to leave - but as Canada moved to lead him out of the room Denmark looked back on the papers - not documents at all but blank writing paper.
"Dear Alfie," said the top one, in spidery scrawl, "I'm scared that this "dominion" thing isn't all it's cracked up to be..."
Present...Hotel Dining Room
"Hey, Norge." Denmark said thoughtfully as he speared a waffle with his fork. Norway looked straight ahead and hoped Denmark wouldn't continue.
"If you wanted to woo someone, what would you do?"
Sweden choked on his omelet. Norway looked over at him.
"Why are you asking?" he wanted to know. Iceland sat and prayed it wasn't Norway that Denmark was after.
Canada stumbled into the dining room, skillfully avoiding the entire Nordic table, and after piling several waffles onto a buffet plate, went to join his brother's table, where he promptly, in his red-faced haste, upturned the jug of maple syrup onto the tablecloth.
Denmark propped his chin up on his hand. "Lots of flowers, right?" he asked, distracted.
Norway and Iceland exchanged dubious glances. Finland contemplated getting more hash browns.
Note: On a totally unrelated note, I got to the party late and realized Himaruya had like, churned out all these potential names for unnamed Hetalia characters. Is it bad I feel sad that "Lars" is no longer going to be used for the Netherlands? Is it sad that's as influential to this fandom as I'm ever going to be and now it's going to be forgotten? Haha but I really like the name "Tim". It's so bitching!
