Title: Simplicity

author: mikkimikka

rating: pg-13
pairings: denmarkxprussia, maybe some side hinted ones later.

Summary: For reasons unknown to Denmark, Prussia suggests that the two of them date. It seems simple enough but somehow things are only going to get more complicated.

Chapter One

It began so simply; an absent minded comment had tumbled out of the Dane's mouth.

"Oh hey, funny seeing you here."

"Why wouldn't I be here?" Prussia answered. "This is Berlin after all."

"Fair enough," Denmark shrugged and continued on his way ready to go wherever he was initially heading to but Prussia spoke again stopping the large Nordic nation in his tracks.

"Say, did you want to go out?"

"Huh? Where?"

Prussia shrugged, stuffing his hands in his pockets nonchalantly.

"Go out for some beer. You know this is my stomping grounds. I can show you all the best places."

Denmark's face lit up, "Sure thing, man. That sounds like a great idea. I'll ask Ice and Norge too-"

"No. Not them," Prussia clarified, cutting him off. "My brother won't be there either. "

Prussia licked his lips.

"Just the two of us."

As the words issued from his pale lips Prussia still stood with hands stuffed into pockets. He didn't look like he lacked any confidence or feared rejection, which Denmark realized he shouldn't be surprised by at all. After all, wasn't Prussia's thing being self proclaimed "awesome"?

He scoffed returning Prussia's grin with one of his own.

"Sure, I'd like that," he replied.

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Gaining a new drinking buddy was always nice, potentially making a new friend even nicer, even if you had some sort of history together. As nations, as Europeans, it was hard to find anyone you didn't have history with. Sometimes things just had to be pushed aside.

They'd had their share of fights before, who hadn't, and he remembered Austria was there and- man German beer was great. He could get this at any time, and he had good stuff back home for sure, but perhaps it was the company or the way Prussia kept scooting closer and closer in the booth and kept his mug filled.

"Wow, I'm actually glad that you asked me out here, Prussia. This is great!"

"Pshh, why do you sound so surprised? The awesome me doesn't know the meaning of mediocrity!"

If there was a comeback to be made Denmark didn't take the opportunity, instead opting to turn his attention again to the new frothy glass of beer placed before him. He took a long satisfying gulp before slamming the near empty tankard down on the table.

"Ah, really! You don't even know! Well maybe you do! You knew just what I needed."

"Everyone needs a drink after those long stuffy meetings," noted Prussia.

"You're right," Denmark said, then suddenly regarded his drinking partner curiously. "Say, you attended today right? Just because it's Berlin?"

"Something like that," Prussia shrugged before going back to drinking of his own beer. "Sometimes I like to flex my political muscles and show Germany I still got it."

Prussia flexed his arm and hit his bicep roughly with a grin.

"But enough about politics," the white haired nation said in a rush. "After all, I'm not really an official nation. Why can't we just talk, y'know... I invited you out not to discuss anything like that. Let's just talk as people."

"People, huh?" Denmark looked thoughtful and for the first time that evening forced himself to look at, really look at his buddy.

The slighter, yet still muscled, of the two was sitting, gripping his glass, eyes trained at Denmark's forehead and a grin that looked like it could crack his face if he sustained it any longer. His cheeks were flushed, though Denmark was pretty sure neither of them had enough drinks to do either of them anywhere near in yet. He swept his eyes over that pale countenance, down to the unbuttoned collar of the other man's deep red dress shirt. His sleeves were unbuttoned as well, rolled halfway up his arms. His knuckles were almost as red as his cheeks.

"Yeah, I can see you. You're a person," he finally said.

"And you're kind of slow," Prussia sighed.

"Am not," Denmark said with a grin. "I'm already on my 3rd beer."

He finished the last of his glass.

"And now let's move on to the 4th!"

Prussia signaled for the waiter to bring another round before turning to Denmark again, this time running his white hands through his whiter hair.

"Look, man. I'm awesome, you're... you."

"Yeah?"

"And I'm a simple man. I saw you today and I thought, hey there's a guy who looks like he's a simple guy too. I thought we could match."

"I think so too," Denmark said nodding to the waiter as his beer was deposited in front of his and the old glass taken away. "And so here we are."

"So we are," Prussia said.

Denmark couldn't get rid of the notion though that Prussia wanted to say more.

"What I'm saying is, can I be straight forward here?" and without pausing to wait for Denmark's answer he continued on. "Of course I can be straightforward. I'm awesome! What I mean is that we should date!"

Denmark set down his glass mid-gulp, careful not to choke and swallow the beer in his mouth.

"Wait what?"

"What? I haven't seen you with anyone since whatever with Norway and that was centuries ago."

"Not quite that long," deadpanned Denmark.

Prussia waved his hand as if it were a little thing.

"Yeah, the point is I have seen that you're available and I'm available. I'm awesome! You're... you."

That reasoning again.

Prussia prattled on, "I say this as a fairly simple arrangement. We both get the mutual benefit of this relationship on the personal level while at the same time no messy business of me being a nation, and yet I'm not human either so-"

"So you mean you want to fuck."

"Well, yeah we get that too."

Well, it did sound tempting. Unlike humans, nations did not posses the biological drive to procreate, or rather to have sex, but it did feel good. He hadn't had sex with someone in a really long time. Most nations didn't really indulge in it much unless they were France or something.

Prussia was still running his mouth.

"You wouldn't even have to be embarrassed to tell the world about me and I wouldn't about you either! Imagine if it were Austria or something! Now that would be embarrassing."

Denmark cut him off, "You're not doing this for the free LEGOs are you?"

"What? I get free LEGOs too? Awesome!"

"Look here," Denmark said. "I think this is a good idea. You're right. It's simple. We get together, enjoy ourselves, we seem to get along, you're an attractive dude. We're skipping all of the unpleasantness discussing it like this up front."

"Exactly! I knew you were the right choice for this."

"Then great. It's settled then. We're... together now," Denmark shrugged.

They sat side by side as they finished their glasses of beers. A silence settled over them before they both began to speak at the same time.

"Ah, sorry you first," Prussia insisted.

"Right, so you know my last thing was with Norge... but how about you? Who were you with?"

"Are we really going to talk about exes on the first date?" Prussia asked with a pout that was decidedly not cute, but perhaps would become cute if Denmark stared at it a bit longer.

"You started it."

The pout grew bigger and Denmark sighed.

"Wanna make out?"

Prussia grinned, "Thought you'd never ask!"

It started so simply.

-to be continued-

AN: Second time posting this. This is a repost and it will be basically the same thing until about chapter 8 then it will change from how it used to be. Enjoy