Blue Eyes

The two nations focused on their flags; the dorm room silent save for the clinking whirr of the two sewing machines. Denmark glanced over at Norway's work and noticed a thin blue strip threading its way through the white cross on the flag.

"What's the blue cross represent?" he pointed to the navy blue line.

"Hm? Oh, it's nothing. I just like the color, that's all," Norway smiled softly. His friend nodded.

"It's a nice color, navy blue," he added. "Like the color of your eyes." At this, Norway paused and turned off the sewing machine to look at Denmark, mildly surprised.

"How did you know that?"

"What?"

"The color of my eyes, most people wouldn't remember something like that." Denmark smiled a little awkwardly.

"Well, it's just that the first time I saw you, the first thing that struck me was your eyes. They're blue, but not a blue I had seen before. It was like a deep, inky pool. But it was nice, they looked thoughtful and mysterious." A pause. "N-not that I had been staring at you or anything, i-it just…left a mark on me." Denmark stopped for a while and focused intently on his flag, redness creeping up his face. Norway felt a little flustered too. As touches of pink began to stain his cheeks, he slowly turned the sewing machine back on and stared at the flag, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Briefly, his mind wandered to what it would have felt like if Denmark were actually looking at him, but he quickly pushed the thought away out of embarrassment.

"Y-your eyes are nice too, you know," he mumbled. Denmark turned to face Norway, his eyes alight with surprise.

"Really?"

"Y-yeah," Norway's lips quivered, forming into a nervous little smile. "They're blue too, not like the sky though, something different, like…like," he struggled to find the proper word. "Like aquamarine. You know, it's this really pretty and clear gemstone. Your eyes look just like that." Denmark made a small noise similar to laughter, but it sounded more sheepish.

"So…you think my eyes are clear and pretty?" he asked nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

"Well, yeah," Norway replied with a timid chuckle. His friend laughed with him, but the momentarily dispelled awkward feelings soon crept back in and were nearly palpable.

"Um, anyway, w-we should get back to work on our projects."

"Heh, yeah…" Norway was grateful that the conversation had ended. As he worked on his flag, he could tell that the pink touch on his cheeks had spread across his face and turned into a deep scarlet. Every single heartbeat was now excruciatingly noticeable, and even now, his fingers quivered like branches in the wind. He was a little frustrated for having gotten so flustered, but in the end, it had been nice to talk to Denmark for so long. In addition, to look at his eyes, those clear blue eyes.