"Norge," Denmark sat down, next to the Norwegian with his nose in a book. Denmark wasn't even given a nod of recognition.
"Norge," Denmark repeated "Do you wanna do something with me?"
"Nei, I'm busy" Norway kept his eye's fixed upon the words on the page of his book.
Denmark whined, nudging an arm into the smaller man "But Noooorge, reading doesn't make you busy." Norway ignored him as the Dane plonked his head on Norway's shoulder.
"You're sooo boring Norge."
"Then go find someone else to entertain you," Denmark whined again.
"But I wanted to hang out with you~" He frowned thinking he didn't really have that many other options.
Finland would be with Sweden and Sweden was well Sweden, it would go against all nature if they ever hung out. Iceland still kinda smelt bad, England and Prussia would be busy with business and Sealand would be with Finland which brings us back to Sweden.
"Aaw, please Norge~!" Denmark hugged him the his side around Norway's waist.
"Let go of me," Norway's glaring eye's finally looked up at Denmark's sulking ones.
"But if I do that you'll run away now." Denmark nuzzled into his neck making Norway squirm.
"I didn't ask to be hugged," Norway glared.
"Since when did I ever need an invitation to be allowed inside, hm?" Norway glared through his blush and the smirkingDane (IDIOT).
"Pervert, you're not invited here, leave." Denmark pouted as he loosened his grip around the Norwegian.
"So lots happens in Oslo?"
"Huh?" Norway raised an eyebrow at him (what's with the topic change?) but was interrupted as Denmark lifted up Norway's shirt and blew raspberries on his stomach. Norway couldn't help laughing until Denmark stopped. A cheeky grin stretched across his face.
"Next stop, Toten~!"
The last part references to the Raske (Fast) Men. They did a performance with different places in Norway being different parts of the body. Oslo is the stomach and Toten is the willy~
They are very funny, you should watch them.