Author's Note: So, hey everyone. It's been a while since I uploaded anything on here. I don't think I'm going to finish my other stories. They were fun and all, but I honestly can't relate much to the source material anymore and have moved on to other things. Anyway, this story is essentially a cute, fluffy thing I thought of while reading deal-with-sealand on tumblr who unfortunately discontinued that cute as heck story. I don't know if I'll make it a one shot or what, but yeah. It's essentially just Peter (Sealand) spending the night at uncles Denmark and Norway's. I'm using deal-with-sealand's AU idea (if she's okay with that) but kind of putting my own twist on it. And please check out her tumblr, hubedihubbe! She's an amazing artist. But anyway, on with the story! Also, this will be told in Denmark's point of view, then will transition into Norway's POV for the remainder of the chapter.
Matthias loved when Peter came to visit. He found they were very similar and besides, the house he shared with his husband was too quiet. He always said they needed a child in the house but Norge was too stubborn in that department.
"Kids don't like me, Matt," Lukas would say whenever Matthias brought it up. "I think I terrify them or something." Matthias knew this to be untrue though. Norge seemed cold and tough on the outside, but really he was just a big softie.
"You don't even know any kids," he said to him on the afternoon of Peter's arrival. The coffee in the mug he was drinking from was unfortunately cold but he braved through it. The microwave was too far. All the way on the other side of the kitchen.
"I know Peter. And he doesn't like me, Tino told me," Lukas muttered, doing a crossword puzzle. Matthias frowned. That didn't seem right. Whenever he was over there, Peter would ask if Uncle Norway came too and would always look disappointed when Matthias had to tell him no.
"That doesn't sound like something Tino would say, Nor," the Dane argued. "You sure you ain't being overdramatic?" At this, Lukas slammed his pencil down, his eyes clouding over. Matthias gulped. Uh oh. Someone's mad.
"Children do not like me, you Danish pastry. Do not argue with me about this. Now, drink your damn coffee," Lukas growled. Ah. Well, that wasn't as bad as it could of been, though Norge was still the only one who could properly terrify him.
"Well, we'll see soon enough. Peter is spending the night. It's Berwald and Tino's anniversary," Matthias reminded him. He could tell his Nor had a soft spot for their nephew and readily agreed to letting him spend the night. Unfortunately, Norge found out and proceeded to give him the cold shoulder for three days. He didn't even make him breakfast. Those days felt like years. Though the make up process was definitely worth the suffering.
"Don't remind me," his husband murmured, a stray piece of hair falling into his eyes. Though Norge preferred not to have his hair touched, Denmark was an exception to that rule. And so, taking advantage of that, Matthias tucked the hair behind his lover's ear.
"Lukas," he whispered and Nor looked up. Denmark really only ever called him by his human name when he was going to say something really serious.
"You are a wonderful and special man. There is no one else like you in this world and I love you so much. Do not put yourself down. We are going to have a good time with Peter today and you will see how much he adores you," he assured. Lukas looked like he was about to cry, but then again Matthias could have imagined it because when he blinked, the look was gone, though Norge had a small smile on his face.
"Okay, Matt, but you'll see," the Norwegian allowed. Matthias kissed him. Kissing his husband always felt like the first time under the stars on a winter night. He's a lame romantic, yes but that's what this man did to him. There's a sudden knock at the door and the two jump apart.
"Please be nice to him, he's only 71. Smile, Norge, baby," Matthias winked. "Coming!" He practically sprinted to the door, opening it with a big grin on his face. His legs were attacked by little arms.
"Uncle Denmark!" Peter exclaimed, hugging his legs tight.
"Heya, kiddo!" Matthias beamed, picking up his nephew and hugging him tight. "You've grown at least three inches since I've seen you!" Peter giggled, looking over his uncle's shoulder to see his other uncle.
"Uncle Norway!" the little man crowed, wriggling out of Denmark's grasp and over to Lukas who looked shocked. Peter hugged his uncle's middle and for a moment, Matthias saw a smile on his face. Tino, who had brought him looked satisfied that everything was okay and after a goodbye hug and several goodbye kisses, he was off and then it was just the three of them.
"What do you want to do, Petey?" Matthias asked, kneeling down so they're eye level.
"Legos!" Peter answered enthusiastically. A quiet sigh came from the couch. Peter didn't hear it, but Denmark knew every sound that came from his husband.
"Why don't we play with Norge too?" he suggested.
"Does he want to play with us? He looks sick," Peter replied. Matthias looked over to Norge who did indeed look sick.
"That's just his normal face," Denmark joked, taking his lover's hand and squeezing. Lukas looked away.
"Come on, let's play Legos. Let Nor sleep for a bit. You can help him make dinner," the Dane said, leading Peter to his Lego room. Matthias felt horrible just leaving his husband in the other room like that, but he hoped Peter and Nor could bond by making dinner together. He distracted Peter with silly stories about his mom and dad and when Denmark looked at his watch, it was five.
"Peter. Why don't you go talk to Norge and ask to help make dinner?" he asked, smiling. Peter looked a bit frightened but agreed.
*Magic transition to Norway's POV*
When Peter had left with Matthias to play with the Legos, Lukas felt relieved and a little sad. Peter honestly didn't want to play or talk to him. He rubbed his temples, hair clip on the table beside him. Some people say he looked like his brother without the clip, but neither one of them would admit they were secretly pleased by this.
"U-Uncle Norge?" a timid voice asked. Lukas looked up and there was Peter. He felt his heart jump to his throat.
"What?" he answered, a bit more rudely than he intended. Peter flinched.
"Um, Uncle Denmark said I should h-help you with dinner," he said softly. Lukas stood up, going to the kitchen, Peter following.
"What are we going to make?" the small child queried, looking up at the taller man.
"What's your favorite dinner?" Norge asked, trying to sound friendly but even around people his own age, it was difficult.
"Mince meat pie!" Peter smiled and Lukas felt himself smile, but only a little bit.
"Okay, what do we need?" Peter tells him and he grabs the ingredients as he found them. Soon, both boys are fixing dinner together. Yes, it was awkward as hell, at least to Norge but he was definitely having a little fun. Peter was actually quite witty for a child and Lukas found himself almost smiling. Before they both knew it, dinner was in the oven.
"I wish we would make dinner together a lot more. It's fun cooking with you, Uncle Norway," Peter smiled. Lukas couldn't help it. He had to smile. A real full smile, something even his own husband hardly saw. One that showed off his dimples. Peter looked amazed.
"You look so pretty when you smile!" he declared and Lukas's cheeks turned a bubblegum pink.
"Hey, what're you doing complimenting my man? You tryin' to steal him?" Matthias asked, entering the room.
"Not at all! I made him smile and now he looks like a Christmas angel!" Peter exclaimed. Now Lukas was absolutely red and Matthias grinned. He went over and wrapped his arms around his husband, smiling.
"I told you, Nor. You're wonderful, even Peter thinks so," he whispered, kissing those cute red cheeks.
"Okay, you ," Lukas said, pushing Matthias away. "Dinner is ready. Go set the table." And just like that Norge was his normal self again. His husband and his nephew both sighed but went to set the table as Lukas took the mince meat pie out of the oven. Good. I'm scary Norway again. Though the thought made him sad. The trio ate dinner, Peter and Matthias cracking jokes while Norway did his crossword. The dinner was actually surprisingly good. Once Peter was finished, he sent him to bed. Norge dragged his husband to the kitchen so they could talk.
"This wasn't a good idea, Den. That kid, he hates me. I-I'm the scary uncle. He thinks I hate him! And I try! I am trying very hard to show him that I love him but I can just feel myself push him away and it's... just..." At this, Lukas started to cry which alarmed Matthias. The Dane held him in his arms, silently soothing him.
"Norge, you were the same way with me, remember? I could see past your exterior and saw the man I fell in love with. And no matter how many times you punched me or called me names, nothing could ever make me doubt that you loved me. And when you kissed me that day, what I thought and felt was confirmed. You loved me, just as much as I did and still do. I was older than Peter when we fell in love, so I could see what you were hiding. I think Peter saw a glimpse of it today, but he's still young. He doesn't understand that adults can hide themselves away," Matthias murmured, caressing his cheek. Lukas almost started crying again. How could anyone tell him his husband wasn't romantic?
"You dumbass," Lukas said fondly. Matthias grinned that goofy lopsided smile that was just for him.
"You married me," he retorted, sweeping Norge off his feet and kissing him. Lukas kissed him back, relaxing. Matthias always knew exactly what to say to make him feel better. He pulled away, a tiny smile on his lips.
"Let's go to sleep," Norge murmured, taking his hand. Personally, Lukas loved bedtime because he had Denmark all to himself. No daily tasks or distractions to keep Matthias busy. Just their two bodies snuggled together. It was his one time to be clingy and he knew Den loved it as well. They lay happily together, Norway being the little spoon, just how he likes it. Matthias was already asleep, but Norge was only halfway to Sleepytime Junction. His eyes were droopy and he was just about to fall asleep when someone gently shook him awake.
"Uncle Norway?" little Peter whispered.
"What?" Lukas asked, a bit peeved. He rubbed his eyes, opening them fully.
"I-I had a nightmare. Mummy and Daddy let me sleep with them. C-Can I sleep with you and Uncle Denmark?" Peter sniffled. Norway looked at him for a moment before moving his covers.
"Come on," he said gruffly. Peter wiped his eyes, climbing into bed and cuddling his uncle. Lukas stiffened a little, but relaxed after a few moments. Maybe Matthias was right. He shouldn't have to hide himself from Peter. He was family now too.
"What was the nightmare about?" Lukas questioned, covering Peter up with the blankets.
"That you got taken away!" Peter whimpered. Norway's heart was in his throat again. This boy... did he honestly like him enough that he was scared of losing him.
"Well... I'm here now," Lukas whispered. Yeah. That should make the little tyke feel better. Peter made a happy noise and he felt accomplished. He hesitantly placed a hand on Peter's back, bringing him closer.
"I love you, Uncle Norge," Peter sighed happily. Lukas made a surprised sound. What? This little boy loved him? Why? What had he done to deserve this child's love?
"Why?" Lukas felt himself say. Peter looked up at his uncle.
"Because you're my uncle and despite what the other nations think, I think you're pretty cool!" he grinned. Despite everything, Norge felt his emotions get the best of him and he teared up.
"Oh no! I'm sorry!" Peter cried, eyes filling with tears as well. Norway pulled the young nation close to him.
"No, don't be sorry, please. These are happy tears," he murmured, wiping Peter's tears away.
"Really?" the small boy asked. Norge nodded. He bit his lip and gathered a bit of courage and kissed the top of Peter's head, much to his nephew's delight.
"I'm glad you're a part of my family," Peter whispered.
"I'm glad you're a part of mine too," Lukas whispered back. Soon, Peter was asleep and Norway could only think of two other things that made him as happy as he was right now. Maybe he was all right with kids. And maybe just maybe he would talk to Matthias about adopting. Maybe.
Author's Note: Okay so that's the end of my little story. I hope it was okay to read. I thought it was rather cute. My first time writing DenNor anything so hopefully they weren't too weird to read. I hope you enjoyed. I have a few stories on WattPad that I am thinking of moving to here, so let me know if you would like to read my other Hetalia related fics.