"Why do we have so many ornaments?" Norway muttered, as he carried a heavy box down the stairs. Denmark followed after him, dust from the attic clinging to his clothes. He shrugged, and said, "They've been stored up over the years, but now we have more to fill the tree with!"

"Remember last year, though?" They set the boxes on the floor, where their tall pine tree stood proudly in the corner of the large living room. "You put so many on the tree that some of the branches sagged and dropped the ornaments."

"Heh, well… the more, the merrier! It's more fun when you get to put more and more on!" Denmark reached inside and took out the silver tinsel, holding it above his head. As he went round and round the tree, he heard his boyfriend say, "It wasn't much fun cleaning them up after the holidays. Or when the glass balls dropped and broke."

"Don't be like that!"

Meanwhile, Norway was pulling out the old and dusty ornaments, of colorful glass balls, trinkets, sleighs with the iconic plump and bearded Santa sitting on it, homemade ones made out of foil, glue, and Popsicle sticks (courtesy of Sealand), and some silly ones with their flags and various sports teams on them. Although he would never admit this, he loved decorating the tree, because it brought back memories of times that could only be relived in their minds. The ornaments had stories to them-how Finland had gotten so drunk once that he tried to drink the bottle ornament and bit half of it off, how Iceland used to actually like being around the older Nordics and whittled wood puffins, how Denmark tried to fool Norway with fake mistletoe on the tree. Some of the memories were pathetic, a lot of them were hilarious (and embarrassing), and the tree was the one place where they all came together.

Also, he'd be lying if he said he didn't like arranging them exactly the way he wanted them to be.

The tree's branches were now adorned with silver and other things, but the Dane still had some left. And he had an idea of what to do with it…

"Danmark. What are you doing." Norway tried to put up his arms and back away, but he was too quick. Bits of tinsel flew as Denmark wrapped it around and around the Norwegian, and he laughed when the other Nordic started to grumble louder and tried to push his chest. "Get this thing off me, you idiot!"

The shiny garland was finished with a bow on the top of Norway's head, his curl bobbing madly as he tried to move in the loosely wrapped tinsel. But Denmark just grinned.

"You're as pretty as a present, Norge!"

"Shut up and get it off." Norway looked down and rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lip twitched upwards. The silver color did look nice against his dark sweater… "And I'm not 'pretty'."

"Well, you look handsome to me! And sexy as ever!" Denmark grinned, bringing his boyfriend closer so that he was standing awkwardly in his arms. "So sexy that I just might have to kiss you!"

Norway sighed, but let his almost-smile get a little bigger. "You'd better bet that I'm amazing," he muttered quietly, and said louder, "Is this an excuse to fet a kiss out of me? Fine, kiss me and get me out of this."

"Now the tinsel can be our little joke about the time you were my Christmas tree. Merry Christmas, Lukas," the Dane smiled, and before kissing him, he whispered,

"Decorating you was more fun than the tree."

[Author's Note]

This story is not as kinky as you thought it would be, huh, you pervs? Sorry about that, yours truly doesn't write smut (yet), or bondage.

This was a request from my Nordics group blog on Tumblr, the-nordic-five, for static-memories: DenNor, decorating the Christmas tree, preferably with some kissing. I've never published anything with this pairing, so I hope that Den and Norge aren't too OOC. Yeah, I know this is short, but it was supposed to be. Enjoy! Reviews are appreciated uwah~