Morning dew
Brightly, the vibrant Sun illuminated through the sky, a spot of radiance from the glowing Sun hit the closed eyes of a tall, sleeping Nordic fellow, still hung-over from last night. A cool, gentle zephyr flows over Denmark's exposed chest as he wakes up from his blissful slumber. Gently, his hands sprawls and wonders through the warm sheet looking for Norway's sleeping figure, only to pout at the fore mentioned nation's absence. He turns his head -slowly as to not get another irritating headache- looking for the other nation. Only for his mind to get distracted by yesterday's little party between him and Norway, "Oh man, that was so awesome!" he quietly says to himself.
"Oh, so you're awake now." Norway says as he comes back to the bedroom, holding two cup of freshly brewed coffee. Oh no, the Dane begins to panic internally, the ominous coffee gradually decreasing the distance between them, coming closer and closer. Denmark doesn't like the taste of coffee. Unfortunately, that's the only remedy for a hangover through Norway's eyes. I regret drinking all that beer, I wouldn't have drank so much if I knew this was gonna happen! "Here, I made coffee for that hang over of yours." Norway continues on, no more! I am not drinking that! That is the Satan of beverages for sure. "C-can I have a glass of water instead?" Denmark replies. Norway slowly looks down, emitting a dejected aura, "But I made this just for you, I woke up early to make this…" he says with a gentle voice. The guilty Dane also looks down in same sad manner, "I'm sorry, it's just that, I don't like coffee." He confesses, Norway doesn't respond. "I mean! There is so much bitterness in life; I don't want any more bitterness!" Denmark tries to add a little humour to the situation, "I understand." Norway responds quietly.
However, Denmark was unable to bear the murderous guilt inside of him anymore, he begins to think of a way to make the situation better; "How's about a Danish pastry, eh? Yeah, I'll make Danish pastry for you! No, I'll make loads of sweet pastries, the ones you love! With some of my finest butter." He blurts out as he tries to cheer the Norwegian up, "O-okay." The shorter male accepts the obvious yet delicious bribe; he tries to stop his mouth from drooling over the tempting images in his mind.
"Alright then! I'll just wash up quickly and then get baking!" Denmark says with glee, as he happily runs towards the bathroom, feeling content after erasing Norway's sadness, he begins to feel at ease once more- "You better hurry, I don't have all day." Norway haughtily said to the busy Dane as he marched out of the bedroom and into the vacant living room. Suddenly, Denmark halted his grooming session.
Wait a minute.
Post-script
Shirai: My only regret is, not coming up with a better name for this short piece.