"Do you trust me?" Denmark grinned, holding out his hand expectantly.

Finland let out a small giggle, his breath forming a small cloud in front of him.

"I guess I don't have much choice, do I?"

"Nope."

As he led Finland up the treacherous path, Denmark couldn't help but rejoice. He had invited Finland to
his lands under the pretense of discussing a new EU-formulated law à propos something-or-other, he
couldn't be bothered to remember. Europeans were Europeans, and trying to get them to cooperate
was like trying to mix oil and water. He looked down and mentally punched himself for thinking about
half-assed unions when he was holding the hand of Sweden's so-called wife, without Sweden.

"Looks like we're here, Finny!"

Finland smiled at the nickname and spread a blanket over the still-damp grass, taking a small paper bag out
of his jacket.
"I brought enough treats for you Denmark, don't worry." he beamed.
Denmark's face morphed into a sort of cross between a wince and a smirk.
"Ah, great!" he said, knowing Finland knew damn well that he thought his cuisine tasted like shit.
He probably just figured that the Dane would never refuse him.

And damn it, he was right.

Finland looked away from Denmark and out to the scene before him.
"I can see why you insisted I come here for so long, Denmark." he looked
back at the the tall man and smiled.

"It's incredible."

Denmark sat down beside the smaller man and surveyed the view before him.
"Yip, never get tired of it." he shifted. " 'Ey, your place isn't too shabby either,I'll have to see it again sometime eh?"
Finland smoothed out his jacket and looked to the Dane now borderline- invading his personal space.

"Yes. You'll have to." he said, coldly but not without letting a bit of emotion into his voice.

The Dane moved back a bit to think of exactly what emotion that was, and
why the hell he still cared.

After they had finished their discussions about the new laws, Finland defending the virtues and benefits and what-have-you
and Denmark making remarks that could be summed up in the phrase: "The EU is a load of bull", they started back down the
hill again, Finland now leading the way.

As they made their way through the steep, rocky terrain, Finland suddenly lost his balance,
and Denmark instinctively put his hands around the blond's waist to the steady him.
He noticed that Finland's instinct was to tense up and raise his hands to slap those of the Dane away,
though he restrained himself and waited until Denmark removed his hands himself.

'Jesus, did I just get a bone thrown at me? By Finland?'

Denmark shook his head to himself and followed Finland all the way back down to the waiting car.
He watched Finland as he unlocked the vehicle then raised his hand toward him.

"G'bye, Finland."

Finland turned and flashed him a winning smile, which Denmark thought he would have liked to take as completely sincere.

And he would have, if he hadn't spent the last god-knows-how-many years in love the with the Finn, in some form or another.

"Goodbye, Denmark."