If I was smart, I would keep a tactical break now between this all DenNor fic writing, but I have never been smart nor have I claimed to be, so let's roll again.
I am still plotting for Top Secret and the body swap fic, that I should name too, but I got this little silly idea after replying for asks in Tumblr, and I thought it would be fun to write this now. I think this will be just few chapters. It will be funny and silly.
First chapter: That is my shirt
Denmark had been suspicious already for a while. It all started one day when he couldn't find his red t-shirt. He did have more than one red t-shirt, but this one was his favourite because it was the most comfortable one he had, and it even looked good with the white collar and deep red colour. He was pretty sure he had got it from laundry just a day before, but still he couldn't find it. He even double checked the washing machine and laundry basket in case he had missed his t-shirt.
The mystery popped up again later in that evening, when he had already given up with finding his favourite t-shirt, and dressed up with another instead. Norway had been visiting him, but unfortunately his visit was work-related this time, so he was away most of the days and only returned for nights. He was going to travel back to his own land that evening, but he still returned to Dane's home for goodbyes that took much longer than normal goodbyes.
"I love you", Denmark said once again, "you know that I love you?"
"Yes, I do", Norway replied and gave him a soft look while putting a jacket on, "you have made that very clear." The Dane nodded happily, though he was upset to see that the Norwegian was almost ready to go. There was only so long he could hinder him, and he had already used up all the excuses to make Norway stay with him a bit longer.
"Do you really have to go?" he asked sadly. The Norwegian stopped with closing the zipper of his jacket, and looked up at the Dane. He rarely showed his feelings on his expression, but now he too looked sad when he stepped closer and gently kissed the Danish man.
"I have my duties", he said, "but worry not, I have been promised a holiday, so I will be back soon."
"You promise?" Denmark asked and the Norwegian nodded.
"Have I ever been able to stay away from you?" he asked.
"I like to think no, because my charm is too tempting for you", the Dane replied with a grin, and Norway chuckled before moving his arms around the man's neck, pulling him into hug.
"Be nice while I am away", he said, "I will call you when I get home." Denmark nodded and buried his face against the Norwegian's neck, inhaling deeply so he could enjoy the familiar scent and kiss the pale skin. He knew the scent would be lingering in his home, especially on the bed sheets. For the next few days, he would be using the pillow the Norwegian had used, just to make himself believe the man himself was there. While they lingered in the hug, Denmark happened to notice the t-shirt Norway was wearing. Though he had already put the jacket on, the Dane had moved it and revealed the deep red clothe with white collar. He knew he had seen it before, but he was sure it hadn't been on the Norwegian last time.
"Nor", he said, "are you wearing my t-shirt?"
"No", the Norwegian replied a bit too fast, but keeping a neutral tone, "it is mine."
"I am pretty sure it is mine", Denmark said and frowned, "or was?"
"You are assuming incorrectly", Norway said, and moved away. Denmark wanted to keep his hold and restrain the man so he would not leave, but he knew it wouldn't work. They had their duties, and Norway would win him in wrestling anyway.
"But…" He tried to say, but Norway kissed him to make him shut up. Like usually, his tactic worked like magic and the Dane was way too busy with his mouth to say anything. Often, he also forgot that he was going to say something, and the Norwegian didn't hesitate to use this trick whenever that was needed. He claimed that it was all just to make the Dane be quiet, but it has been proved that he sometimes did such an act also when Denmark wasn't speaking anything at all.
"We will see again soon", the Norwegian whispered when his lips left the Dane's, "my love."
"I love you", Denmark said again with a quiet voice, "have a safe travel." Norway nodded and picked up the small suitcase he used when he travelled to see the Danish nation. He didn't to take much with him, because Denmark's house was already full of his stuff, just like the Dane had everything he might need at the Norway's house too. That was why the Dane sometimes showed up with only phone and wallet with him, sometimes he forgot even those.
"And Dan", Norway said and stopped at the door for a moment to give the Dane one of his rare smiles, "this shirt is mine." Denmark watched him to go, and after the door closed behind the Norwegian, he sighed.
"That was my shirt", he muttered. He had no doubts about that.