New story, wuhuu!
This time Dennor focused again, but actually there will be more Denmark alone than he and Nor being together. Kinda. This takes a place in modern times, btw, and is linked to my headcanon on Denmark pretending to be human now and then for fun (you can find more in my tumblr, it is the Nordics and humans -headcanon), so he gets part time job, hobbies etc. and lives few years with fake identity.
I think this will be a short one, but you guys know me, and I can't tell about the plot yet without spoiling you all, but we gonna have some drama and also slight angst feelings, though there will be nothing wrong with Denmark. Note that there will be talking about planned murder / suicide later on the story, but nothing detailed. Some fluffy, romantic DenNor will be there too.
Oh and yes! This is my version of coffee shop AU... Without it being AU. They are still nations.
Humans use name Jens Matias Mikkelsen for Denmark in this story.
Enjoy and let me know if this idea would make a good plot :)
Prologue: Pretending to be human
"Do I look like 29 years old?" Denmark asked out loud and stared himself in the mirror. The question was a good one, because when he saw himself, he didn't see any wrinkles or other signs of age. He was still clearly adult looking and could have been passed as 29 years old easily, but he had already spent five years around there. When he moved in, he told everybody that he was 24. There should have been at least some changes during the grow from 24 to 29, but Denmark looked still exactly same he had looked five years ago. He didn't even need to check his old photos to be sure. He knew, because he hadn't change for decades now.
He ruffled his hair and made a face for the mirror, laughing for his own silliness before he glanced at the post-it notes he had put up on the mirror's frame. The first one has name Jens Matias Mikkelsen written on it, just to remind the Dane about which name he was going by with at the moment. Second one had his address from when he had just move in and needed reminder about that too. He had rented a small apartment from Aarhus this time. He liked the place, but it was missing the charm of his other home near Copenhagen. Of course, the lack of Norwegian also upset the Dane but at least it was easy to get to Oslo from Aarhus. Sadly, Norway didn't want to get involved to Dane's experiments with humans, so he didn't visit when one of those was going on, though there were no limits on how much Denmark was allowed to visit him.
There was also a photo stuck in the mirror frame. Denmark smiled when his eyes found it, and he gently touched the old paper. He should take a new one soon, he thought and smirked when he imagined how much persuading he would have to do to get the Norwegian to pose for the camera. It would be a funny day. Maybe next Saturday when he went to Oslo again.
But before he would be free to escape to Oslo to see his love, he had work to do. Beside of his normal nation work, he had the one he called a hobby. It was his habit to pick up another, more human kind of, job now and then. Usually he kept one only for few years, and this one he had had now for four years. It was also a sign to move on; he was growing tired of it and he couldn't afford to be stuck there. He had told them he was a student in University, it was a perfect cover and excuse for why he did only part-time work and had to change his shifts all the time.
Denmark glanced to the clock, noting that he had good twenty minutes time to get to the coffee place where he worked few hours each week. It would take just fifteen minutes with a bike, so he was still on time after he grabbed the reports he was going to review for his boss, and ran out. Another good thing about the university student excuse was that nobody would wonder if he did some political work during breaks. After all, he was mastering for politics, or so he had claimed. In fact, he hadn't been anywhere near the university during the last decade. Partly because they had banned him after too many degrees completed.
"Hey, Jens!" a smiling woman yelled when the nation stepped in. He nodded quickly and hurried to the back room to change his clothes. There were few customers in the coffee place, but not too many.
"How was the morning?" he asked when he came back, now wearing simply trousers, t-shirt and red apron with the company's logo.
"Fine, fine", the woman replied, "just the normal. Was your exam okay?"
"Kinda", Denmark lied and shrugged, "I think I will pass this one, but some questions were pretty tough."
"It gets hard when it is the last year", she noted, and Denmark nodded. The woman was standing close to him and completely ignoring the fact that new customers had come in and were now observing the menu. Denmark assumed that she was just distracted about her shift was ending soon, so he moved to the desk and greeted the customers with a smile, letting them to have their time with picking up what they would like to have.
"Rikke!" another woman called, and the one who had been talking to Denmark, turned and hurried to see what their manager wanted. Denmark only smiled, though once again he realized that it was time for him to leave. During the past four years the coffee place hadn't changed much, just got some new decorations, and mirrors to the bathrooms, but the people had. Charlotte, their manager, had been 35 years old single when Denmark started to work for her, now she was expecting her second child and had started to collect butterflies, which also showed on their new decorations. Rikke had graduated from the university a year ago and had joined a band, that she swore would become famous at any moment. There was also one more person working with them, a young man called Kristian. He had started just a year ago when their previous workmate had quit because his mother fell ill and needed him at home. Denmark smiled when the customers finally made up their minds and placed the order, but he was only thinking about the time. Yes, he needed to stop.
He thought about different lies while he made the cappuccino and two lattes they had ordered. Denmark had been pretending to be human so many times that he already knew which lie and excuse would work the best. He was pondering between being offered to have another job with better pay check or problems with relatives, but finally he ended up with the one that made most sense. He was pretending to be a university student on his last year of studies after all, he could just say he was going to make his Thesis abroad. Nobody would ever question that. He could even use his next meeting travel as a proof.
He made a note to talk with Charlotte as soon as possible, and then he carried the ready order to the table. He smiled happily while he worked, and sent few messages to Norway to ask if he already missed him and was ready for their reunion on coming Saturday. It was just a normal day for a nation pretending to be a human for fun.
