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I'm not going to care enough about this site to actually try to edit the whole fic, I'm just telling you guys it was written by a 14 year old that didn't have English as a first language. Next time you think about leaving an angry comment on how the author's grammar sucks, you can ask yourself "how old are they?" "Is English their first language?" "How much time did they spend on this?" and then you can ask yourself "if I spent months on something, would I feel good is someone said it was the worst thing they had ever read?"
If the answer is "No" then why the fuck did you decide that you were God enough to ruin someone's confidence and perhaps ruin their dreams?
If you can grow and leave helpful comments instead, then fuck it, I'm going to give you a gold star for having decent behavior.
Remember, just because I'm not getting upset about this (mainly because this is such an old fic) it doesn't mean that other authors can't get upset when they see negative comments that are either lacking of or don't have any useful content at all.
then the actual fic...
Denmark inhaled the scent of rain as he walked down the over grown path in the forest and hummed lightly. The rain continued to fall, but it didn't bother the young Dane, he was used to it. Around these areas it almost always rained, something that did bother him was the cold wind and the sight of falling leaves. It was autumn and the thought about winter wasn't pleasant, rather a terrible thought that wouldn't go away. Luckily for him his mission had gone well he thought and adjusted the weight of the full grown deer on his shoulder. Food enough for a week or two and a warm skin in one kill wasn't that bad he thought and smiled.
Jumping over a small stream he frowned, he couldn't remember have seen that stream before. Looking around himself he came in mind that all the thinking might had lead him to a different place than he had planned to. The trees where taller and darker, old moss was growing on them and the cent told him this was an old, old forest. Cursing lowly for himself he looked around the place once again. It was a drier place, but not the place he was looking for.
Walking faster this time, he went over the stream again and started to whistle. Damn the Swede for not telling him the exact location, he thought and whistled louder. He whistled first in a low tone, then a high one. It was their secret signal and if they ever heard the other whistle in that tone when they were separated, they had agreed on dropping whatever they were doing and find each other, no matter what.
Stopping, he listened carefully to the silent forest, only the rain drops disturbing the silence. The rain started to fall heavily and soon he would be soaked wet unless the Swede showed up rather quickly.
Whistling once again louder this time, he turned around and was just about to walk away when he heard the sound of rapid footsteps. Turning to the sound Denmark smiled at the sight of the Swede fighting his way through the thick branches the threes could be blamed for having.
*Fuck Sverige, you do know how to make me worried* Denmark admitted putting down the deer and helping the struggling Swede through the thick branches' grip, only to catch him in his own grip and hugging the breath out of him afterwards.
Releasing the Swede from his grip, Denmark smiled widely at him and found Sweden having several sticks popping out from his hair.
*So, did you find anything?* Denmark asked searching the swede with his eyes *No, n'thing except a small squirrel trying to g't loose from one of our snares* Sweden mumbled, fasting his gaze at the deer Denmark had killed. *Where did you find that one?* Sweden said, bending down to examine the extremely fine location the arrow had hit at the Deer's neck.*I found it walking out on a field not too many kilometers away from here* Denmark said. *But before we take this conversation any further, could we go back to our camp, it's freezing here* Denmark said, feeling the goose bumps rise and fall on his skin.
*I was j'st about to say the same* Sweden mumbled standing up, ending his sentence with a small smile. His failing hunt making him a bit depressed, but the Dane's success making him feel happier.
Walking a while before they finally found the path that lead to their camp they both kept the silence. It was unusual for the Dane to keep quiet for so long, but then again, maybe it was just because he was tiered Sweden thought, glancing over at the Dane with few pauses. And as he thought, he was right, just seconds later Denmark asked him if he could take the Deer for him, which he gladly did, carrying a Deer several kilometers was after all a job for two.
Getting closer to the camp it seemed like Denmark only began to talk more and more, something that was a good sign he thought, and listened quietly to the Dane's story about how he had killed the Deer. He admitted it, he did sometimes find the Dane's ranting about everything a bit annoying, but today he didn't mind it, he sort of missed it actually. Since the first leaves had hit the ground this year he had gotten a bit too silent for his liking, and the silence was killing him. That and the never ending rain.
Arriving to their tents Denmark leaped inside to the dryer place and threw away his bow and arrow, not caring where they landed.
Smiling at the Dane's childish behavior Sweden putt down the Deer and raised his voice. *You still have to help me flay the Deer Denmark* *Naww, but I don't want to!* Denmark pouted from inside the tent.*Ya have to Denmark* Sweden said smiling. Oh bothering Denmark was always a fun activity.
*Ahh, fine* Denmark said with a raging voice and walked out of the tent and out in the heavy rain. As if he wasn't soaked enough already he thought.
Doing quick progressing with the dead Deer the weather seemed to clear up, so taking the chance Sweden picked up some dry wood from the tent and tried to make a fire while Denmark hung up the Deer in some ropes high up in the threes so animals as Woolf's and Bear's wouldn't take it.
*That would do it* Said Denmark, as he jumped down from the lowest branch of the three.
*Yo, Sweden, you done with the fire yet?* Denmark asked. He couldn't wait to just take of his clothes and dry them and himself beside the warm fire.*Yes, but b'fore you get here, would you cut off a piece of meat so we can eat?* Sweden ordered.
Turning towards the dead Deer again Denmark frowned. *That's the last order I take from you today Sweden* Denmark said loudly as he cut off a rather large piece, being quite sure Sweden was just as starving as himself.
Walking slowly behind some threes Denmark spotted the fire and stopped to calm himself. He would rather be happy and calm when he sat by the Swede instead of angry. He took a deep breath and fixed his hair so it wasn't in his eyes anymore, then he breathed out. Taking in the sight of the warming fire he could feel himself getting warmer just by looking at it, something he found strange, yet comfortable.
Fixing his gaze at Sweden he could see that he too was cold and trying to warm up. Sweden hadn't seen him yet so that was probably why he took off his clothes so slowly without any concern, he had a nice not too muscular chest, and a few scars on his torso, it was normal to have scars Denmark thought, so he didn't think too much over it. Sweden continued with taking of his grey, brownish pants, but he stopped by the underwear thou. He never took of his underwear for some strange reason Denmark didn't understand. It didn't exactly look like he should be ashamed of what he had inside it. Denmark frowned when he caught himself staring at Sweden undressing himself, and quickly walked out from the forest, and towards the fire.
Positioning himself closely to Sweden for more heat Denmark smiled as he laid the piece of meat over the rock that was putt over the fire as a cocking plate. Sweden had already bought a knife to cut the roasted piece of meat when it was done, so not needing to think about that Denmark stripped himself for all his clothes too, except the undies for once, wanting to understand why the Swede liked it so much better than just taking them off.
Without the fire it would have been far too cold to be sitting out there without clothes, but with it, it was almost like some parts of him was starting to get overheated, and he loved how it felt when he could just feel the way the fire warmed him up. Once again, Denmark assumed Sweden felt the same, because just like himself Sweden was just enjoying the heat, needles to talk or anything else then just feeling the warmth.
When the meat was done they both got up to quickly get something to lay it on before it got burnt, finding it stupid enough that they hadn't thought of that, something that was more stupid was the fact that he had to stand up, Denmark thought.
Returning to the fire, Denmark had found a rain washed rock to put his part on, and Sweden had found a similar rock.
They both ate their part of the meat in silence, only exchanging few sentences describing how good it was and other stuff.
*I really hope the weather gets better tomorrow* Denmark said, finishing his last piece and leaning down on the now dry grass. *Mhhm, me too* Sweden mumbled with a piece of meat in his mouth.* y' should be happy it's this nice right now* he continued '*Yeah, haven't seen it this nice in several weeks* Denmark said smiling.
It was dark outside now and the stars where so many that it seemed like they would never end. For each star, it was yet another hundred more. Denmark rested his head on his arms and looked up at the clear sky; so dark yet so full of light. It was just so beautiful.
Letting out a sight he turned to Sweden and in the exact he did, he caught the Swede staring at him and with a cute blush on his cheeks.
*What?* Denmark said, probing himself up on his elbows and smiling amusingly at him.
*N'thing* Sweden said quickly, and stood up from the place he was sitting on with a huge blush, hurrying to the tent. Denmark was leaved alone, amused by the Swede's abnormal reaction.
Denmark sat up and tried to understand why the Swede had done what he had done, and only came up with one reasonable explanation, the poor Swede had probably just thought about a woman and not given himself enough "alone time" lately he thought; when he first came to think about it, Sweden had never had any alone time with a woman, probably just because he was to shy, Denmark thought.
Starting to feel he was thinking too much about "alone time" to being so close to said Swede and the tent, Denmark quickly passed the thoughts off and stood up from the place he was sitting on, and gathered all of their clothes that had dried quickly nearby the fire. The fire would burn out of it self he thought and walked over to the tent, letting out a small cough before he entered, just in case the Swede was having some…"Alone time". Denmark blushed at the thought. He himself used to stand up when he was sure Sweden was asleep, walk as far away from the tent or the place they were sleeping and do the things he needed to do, but he had never heard Sweden do that. Did he just do it where they slept or…Did he do it at all?
Walking inside the tent, Denmark playfully threw Sweden's clothes at him to get himself to think of other things, and to clear up the awkward situation. Luckily for him, Sweden wasn't doing anything, besides washing of all the blood he had on his hands away with a cloth. Exchanging quick glances at each other Sweden finally threw Denmark a cloth too. Catching the cloth in midair Denmark grinned. Sweden was still blushing and at times avoiding the Dane's eyes as much as possible. Denmark sat down besides Sweden.
*So, you have any crushes you're thinking of, Sweden?* Denmark asked, making his voice sound like he already knew that he was thinking of someone. Sweden's eyes went wide open in the same second he turned quickly to look Denmark in the eyes *N-No..W't makes you think that?* Sweden said, his accent getting heavier at the second.
Denmark couldn't help but laugh at Sweden's extremely childish reaction, something that made Sweden blush even more. *Sure you aren't* Denmark said sarcastically, poking Sweden with his index finger teasingly. *No I don't, st'p it* Sweden said, his voice reaching a quite low tone. Denmark stopped poking him and laughed a bit *Fuck, Sve, don't have to get so mad,I'm just teasing ya*Denmark said, standing up to go to his own bed place for the night. He sometimes was mistaken for being loud, obnoxious and stupid, but when Sweden got that low tone on his voice, Denmark understood that if he didn't stop, he would get a punch or two to his face.
Laying down, Denmark quickly pulled one of the blankets over himself and made himself comfortable on the fluffy bear fur. He hadn't noticed it before now, but without the fire warming him up, it was cold as fuck, even inside the tent. He shifted his position a bit and found it more comfy to just lay on his back. Now that he actually was laying down, he noticed how tired he actually was. His eyelids where getting heavy and his body were just so tired too; it was like his whole body was sleepy.
Noticing he had closed his eyes, Denmark opened them again when he heard Sweden shift. Glancing over to the Swede he could see that Sweden had tucked himself into the blankets as much as he could to keep the warmth. He looked like he was shaking due to the cold. Denmark himself was also cold, but at least he wasn't shaking due to it, he thought.
"Just another ordinary autumn night" Denmark said to himself as he stood up and took his blanket and things with him quietly over to the spot right next to Sweden.
Sweden opened his eyes when he felt something warm lay down beside him and quickly registered it as Denmark. Closing his eyes again he felt Denmark shift slightly before settling himself and then shift a tiny bit closer again. Feeling the warmth that the Dane had to offer, he didn't think much over it when he himself shifted closer to. This was normal for the both. He getting cold, and Denmark trying to warm him up again, it was normal for them to sleep close so the warmth wouldn't get away. But tonight Sweden wished that Denmark had stayed where he lay before. It was embarrassing enough that he had gotten a hard on just by looking at Denmark's almost naked body at the fire. But having to sleep so closely to him after that was just so many times worse.
His blush was making his cheeks burn, but still he lay closer to the Dane. Mixed together with that wish of wanting nothing else than for the Dane to go away, was also the wish of wanting nothing else than for him to be pressed up to him.
The warmth made him drift away fast, but before Sweden fell completely asleep, he could have sworn he had heard Denmark saying the Sweetest "Good night" he had heard in a long time.
