So like, I don't even know.
My sister totally inspired me with her constant charade of speaking Norwegian and obsessing over Scandinavian countries.
Anyway, yea it probably sucks but enjoy.
Although it was an awkward silence, Denmark found some sort of comfort in it. The already quiet Norway seemed to be talking though his quiet demeanor, saying that he accepted the act of Denmark accidentally kissing him.
Denmark stared into the dull eyes of Norway, looking for some sort of answer. Yet, something within those eyes captivated him. It was almost if anything and everything Norway wanted to say was contained with his eyes. The Dane moved to talked, but before he could say anything at all; " Denmark." Came a sole word from Norway- although it wasn't a whole sentence that explained his feelings, it was a start.
"Sorry 'bout that." Denmark was looking for some sort of feeling from his childhood friend. What was Norway thinking within that solitude mind of his?
Although he liked to think it was an accident, Denmark knew that half of him had always wanted to kiss Norway. He'd always wondered what it would be like, what would his lips feel like? Would they be rough from the years of living in a cold place? Or would they be as soft as the powder that came with the first snows. Denmark had been surprised when the feel of Norway was nothing like he had ever expected; it was an unexplainable feeling that had caught him by surprise. It felt like the clouds were caressing him.
"It's fine." Came the words of his friend, snapping Denmark out of his daze. "It was kinda enjoyable." A small smile lit up Norway's face.
Denmark just stared at his best friend, unsure of what to say. He was shocked, never had he thought of a possibility that Norway would comment on that he enjoyed it. The Dane had just thought Norway would ponder the idea of the kiss and then walk out of the room. Instead he had gotten the response he had never expected, and even a physical appearance of Norway's enjoyment of the accidental kiss.
Again, Denmark was snapped out of his daze when he heard the echoing sounds of Norway's shoes in the corridor. Without him noticing, Norway had slipped away. He watched his friend walk down the hallway, and then as soon as the man was gone Denmark moved onto where he was headed in the first place.