He looked it in its weird button eye, giving it a funny expression.

This is what Norway's been looking for?

Denmark sighed at the poorly-stuffed animal in his hands, turning it over and observing it closely. Loose sewing, stuffing falling out of the left arm, one button hanging by a thread. If he stared at it for months, he wouldn't be able to understand why Norway wanted it so badly.

But he didn't have months—he had about 5 hours before the Norwegian got home. In that time, he had to learn how to sew and find a pack of band aids.

So he gathered everything he needed—a spool of black thread, a box of needles, some band aids, and a pillow.

And then he got to work.

Norway came into his home late, tired and bored out of all the paperwork he'd done that day. As he walked in, he heard curses coming from the den.

"…Damn it!"

"Denmark?"

The noises immediately stopped, and Norway flicked on the hallway light. From where he stood, he could spot a limp pillowcase hung over a chair.

He sighed irritably. "Denmark…"

"Wait! Stay there, Norge!" The Dane sounded alarmed.

"Fine…but when I walk into that room, all of your clothes better be on."

Norway stood waiting there for several minutes until a sound of accomplishment rung throughout the hall. The sound of their leather rocking chair creaking was heard, and Denmark said, "'Kay, it's safe."

"Alright…"

"W-Wait, no! I'll show it to you before you go to bed!"

"Damn it Denmark, just show it to me before I get angry."

Denmark gave a disappointed sigh, and came into the hallway, arms behind his back. "Fine…"

He held out a pink, stuffed bunny, perfectly refreshed looking and new. The body looked nice and plump, while the ears drooped over its black button eyes. Norway stood there, staring at his gift.

"This…?"

His partner sighed, rubbing a bandaged hand behind his head awkwardly. "Yeah, took me all day to find it in the basement, plus 4 hours of sewing which I am never doing again."

Norway took it into his hands, looking down at it, and then squeezing it to his chest. "My Faerie…"

"Huh?"

"Uh…I-I named it Faerie because I was little. Iceland tore it up when we found him…"

"Anyway, I just wanted you to have it because you seemed like you missed it." Denmark blushed awkwardly, looking away. "Oh, and uh…happy birthday, Nikolaus."

Norway sighed, smiling at the embarrassed Dane in front of him. Before pulling him into a kiss quickly, he muttered happily, "Annoying anko."

Author's Comments

Forgot about this one.

I wrote it on May 14th-Norway's birthday. I posted it on DA a while back, but completely forgot about it here...hurr...

Enjoy.

Reviews are appreciated! Thanks for reading.