A/N: This...has no plot. And it takes place right after the thing about Iceland finding out that Norway was his brother, btw.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia~
Denmark stared at the empty mug in front of him. It was empty. Nothing to drink. Nothing to do, either. He, Sweden, Finland, and Norway were currently gathered around a table, an activity which Denmark was becoming rather bored with. Iceland had just left the room due to his brother's incessant "onii-chan"ing, and everything felt kind of awkward with the topic of conversation no longer present. They needed something else to do. To Denmark, staring at the mug seemed like the best option at the moment.
In studying the reflections its shiny surface conjured up, he noticed Norway, whom was standing behind him and staring after Iceland. Or, more importantly, he noticed Norway's curl. It was floating next to his head. Floating. How the heck was it doing that, anyway? Denmark's brow furrowed. Try as he might, he couldn't help but dwell on the topic. It was floating. In the air. Not even touching his head. So, what would happen if...
YANK~
Denmark yelped as his friend's stray strand of hair came away in his hand.
Well, that answered his question.
Norway turned toward him. His dull, soulless eyes were narrowed into a glare. "Why did you do that?"
Denmark gulped. He really didn't want to be strangled twice in just ten minutes. Though he couldn't see much way around that, the more he thought about it. "I...wanted to see what would happen!" His grinned his typical boisterous grin, though it was tainted with sheepishness. "'Cause, y'know how the Italy brothers react when their curls are pulled. But...yours isn't even attached to your head! So...I wondered what'd happen if I pulled it...but seriously, how does it float like that?!" He hastily stated the question, so as to divert focus to the other nation.
Finland piped up. "That's a good question, actually! How does your curl float like that?"
"Been wond'rin' that too," agreed Sweden.
Glad that the others were joining in, Denmark relaxed and let go of the disembodied curl. Oddly enough, instead of falling to the ground, it floated back to Norway's head and settled back in its original place.
"Woah! And how'd it do THAT?!" the Dane exclaimed, somewhat freaked out.
Though irritated, Norway answered coolly. "Magnets. The curl is magnetic."
"So...you have a magnet on your head? That the curl is drawn to?" asked Finland. "Oh! Is it the cross clip thing?"
"No," denied Norway.
"Then..."
"My head is a magnet."
Denmark and Finland stared.
His head...was a magnet?
They kept staring. Sweden stared too, except he didn't look confused. He was just looked like Sweden.
Norway stared back, unfazed.
"Your head is...a magnet...?! How's that even possible?!" The spiky-haired country finally exclaimed.
"The same way it's possible that Sweden can sing Caramelldansen."
Denmark pondered this for a moment, then laughed.
"Whatever! I guess you're even creepier than I thought!"
A/N: Basically, Kirameki87 and I were discussing Norway having a magnet inside his head that kept the curl in place. And I really wanted to write something. So I wrote this. Woot.
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