Warning: Oc's and OOC! Characters.
I got my friend to type this for me since I wrote it...
The front door swing open as Denmark stepped into Norway's house.
"Hej Norway!" I wanted to know if I could-" He saw a girl with long dark blue hair with black polo, red tie and black heelless boots. She looked at him with confused purple eyes.
Norway came down stairs to see a confused Denmark.
"What the knulle are you dong here?" Norway asked, his eyebrow twitching..
Denmark looked over to the Norwegian then he looked towards the girl who appeared to be seven-teen to him.
"Norge...who's this?" He asked, his eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of worry.
"This is Antarktis. Min søster" He smiled, a rare value in Denmark's moronic life.
He Danish man stood there.
"You...have a sister?" He stated, confused.
"Ja"
"Who takes care of her then?"
"Me" Denmark jumped.
"Where'd she come from?"
"I don't know she just showed up" Denmark started to make a weird-face.
"Who the mor?" Denmark's eyes sparkled.
"Then I'll be the mor!" He looked down " No...I'll be the Dad, you be the mor!" Norway stared...and stared. Finally looking towards Antarctica.
"When are you moving out?"Antarctica shrugged.
"Aww~ She's has a crush~!" Denmark squealed. " On who?"
Norway sighed.
"On Italia" Norway mumbled as Antarctica blushed slightly.
"Antarctica go to the kitchen" Norway pointed.
"Ok, bror Norge" She nodded and walked into the small kitchen.
Norway glared at Denmark.
"Get out of my house, Danmark" He shoved Denmark outside. "Don't come back!" He yelled.
Denmark pocked his head of a bush with twigs sticking out of his gravity-defying hair.
"I'll be back to check back on my Daughter~" Norway stood, confused. "You're the Mor!"
The Danish idiot ran off.
Norway ran into the house, locking the windows and doors.
Danish-Hey
Norwegian- fuck
Norwegian- My sister
Danish- mom
Done~
Thank you Ray for typing this up~
I hope people read this and don't hate on me for Liking Italy or making Norway my Bror~
Bye~!