So... this is from an idea my friend and I rped on kik... and I really liked the idea... but I'm going to change some things from it... that's all.
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Norway was lounging lazily on the couch, when he felt the sudden urge to eat cake. So he got up and walked to the kitchen and took out a cake that he had in his fridge and cut out a slice, placing it on a plate and grabbing a fork before going back to the living room to eat it in peace. At least, until a certain Dane walked in and disturbed it.
Denmark walked up to Norway's door and started knocking on it- or at least, his version of knocking, which was banging on the door with his fist until Norway opened the door.
Norway sighed and stood up, carrying his plate with him as he unlocked the door and sat back down to see how long it would take for the Dane to realize that the door was unlocked.
'One... two... three... four... five...' Norway counts silently in his head, smirking slightly as he takes a bite out of his cake. He gets to fifteen before the banging stops and the doorknob twists and the door opens, a very loud and annoying Dane walking in.
"Hey Norge! I came by to say hi! Wow. I am such a good poet." He says, laughing and plopping himself down on the couch next to Norway. "So what's- is that cake?" He asks, pointing to the small slice of the cake on the plate in Norway's hands.
Norway rolls his eyes at Denmark. "What do you think it is?" He asked, taking another bite out of the cake. Denmark pouts and gives Norway puppy dog eyes.
"Can I have some Norge? Pretty please?" He asked, folding his hands to make it look like he was begging. Norway sighed in annoyance and shook his head.
"If you want some the cake is in the fridge." He told him, turning away in an attempt to ignore him.
"But Norge it won't be the same as sharing with you." Denmark complained, making Norway blush lightly.
"What are you talking about idiot? It's cake. The only difference is that if we share- which we aren't going to- you'll get less cake." He said, rolling his eyes at the Dane.
"But Noorrgeee..." He whined, giving him puppy dog eyes in an attempt to receive cake. He was promptly ignored as Norway continued eating his cake, which was rapidly growing smaller, and unless Denmark did something, he wouldn't be able to share a cake with Norway. Just then, an idea popped into that supposedly brainless head of his.
He waited until Norway had taken a bite of cake before gently grabbing his chin and turning it so that they were facing each other before pressing his lips against Norway's. Said Norwegian gasped in surprise, which Denmark used to his advantage as he slipped his tongue into Norway's mouth, exploring around until he found the piece of cake Norway had yet to swallow and slipped it from Norway's mouth into his and pulled back, chewing on the cake happily as Norway's blushed a deep red and glared at Denmark. He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it, then opened it again, repeating the process for a few minutes.
"W-what the hell was that for?!" He asked, mentally cursing himself for stuttering. Denmark just grinned at him and laughed.
"You should see your face right now Norge. It's all red and stuff! Anyway that cake was good." He said before smirking and leaning closer. "Although I think that's because I had to kiss you to get it." He said, leaning back and laughing loudly at the Norwegian's deepening blush. Norway glared and hit the back of his head before dropping his gaze to his near empty plate.
"I-idiot." He muttered, pushing the cake around and glaring at it, as if it was the cause of his problems, which it kind of was. Denmark noticed that Norway wasn't hitting him or trying to kick him out and turned to face him, finding him with a frown (not that that wasn't normal) and a blush on his cheeks. He smiled even more and poked Norway's cheek.
"Hey Norge, you're blushing." He said, smiling as he repeatedly poked Norway's cheek. Norway eventually got exasperated and pulled on his tie, successfully choking him.
"Shut up. No I'm not." He said, glaring at Denmark, who was slowly turning blue from choking until Norway eventually let go, letting him breathe again.
"That's not *gasp* nice Norge." He said, gasping for air in between. Norway rolled his eyes. "Especially after I *gasp* kiss you." He said, smirking slightly at the blush that decided to make a reappearance on Norway's face. Denmark smirked and poked Norway's cheek. "Hey Norge, you liked that kiss didn't you?" He asked, smirking at the blushing Norwegian.
"W-why would I like kissing a moron like you?" Norway answered, stuttering slightly but still keeping his voice monotonous.
"Well... probably because I'm hot and sexy." Denmark answered, laughing as he stretched his legs and rested his feet on Norway's coffee table. Norway rolled his eyes and smacked Denmark's feet off the coffee table.
"You're not sexy in any way, and unless you're sweating like a pig then you're not hot either." He said glaring at Denmark, who just clutched his heart in mock pain.
"Ouch Nor. That hurts. Right here." He said, pointing to his chest, pouting slightly. "Will you kiss it better?" He asked, looking up at Norway with big, bright blue eyes, making Norway blush even more.
"N-no." He said, averting his gaze from Denmark and staring at the plate in his hands. Denmark frowned at Norway. Usually Norway would have already smacked him and kicked him out. This wasn't normal behaviour for the Norwegian. He watched him with concerned look.
"Hey Norge? Are you okay?" He asked, trying to look into his friend's eyes.
"Yeah." Norway said, a faint blush still visible on his usually pale cheeks. Denmark smirked slightly but then realized that was unusual too. Norway doesn't blush. At all. Denmark started forming a theory in his head then decided to test it out.
"Hey Norge~! I love yooouuu." He said, giving him a goofy smile. Norway blushed even more and turned to stare at Denmark in surprise.
"W-what?!" He asked, his eyes wide and his face actually conveying emotion for once. Denmark smiled wider and wrapped his arms around Norway, pulling him close and nuzzling his neck.
"I looooooove yooouuuu." He said, smiling up at Norway, who looked conflicted, for a reason Denmark couldn't fathom.
"Y-you do?" Norway asked, sounding surprised. Denmark smiled and nodded, pulling Norway closer and nuzzling into his neck. Him loving Norway wasn't a lie. Everyone but Norway knew how Denmark felt about said Norwegian. He was just hoping that Norway wouldn't hurt him too bad for confessing his feelings.
"O-oh." Norway said, relaxing slightly in Denmark's arms and hid his face in Denmark's shoulder ."Um... I love you too." He mumbled into the Dane's shoulder.
"What was that?" Denmark asked, gently stroking Norway's hair, happy yet slightly confused that he still hadn't been pushed away.
"N-nothing." Norway said, pulling back and looking off to the side, not wanting to make eye contact with Denmark, who was frowning.
"No tell me." He insisted, cupping Norway's chin, forcing him to make eye contact.
"I-I said... I said I love you." He blurted out quickly, blushing deeply and looking away. Denmark's hand dropped as he stared at the Norwegian in shock. 'Did he just say that he...?' Denmark thought, unable to make an organized thought.
"Y-you... w-what?" He asked, staring at Norway, his mind still not comprehending what Norway had just told him. Norway sighed, and shook his head.
"N-nothing. Just leave." He said, feeling embarrassed and wanting to be alone so he could gather what remained of his pride for the next time he would have to face Denmark. Unfortunately, said country wouldn't have any of that.
"But Norge. Do you really love me?" He asked, looking at him with big eyes. Norway looked down at him, navy blue orbs meeting sky blue ones. He blushed even more but gave a small nod, confirming what he had said a minute ago. Denmark's face broke out in a wide grin, and he hugged Norway tightly, smiling like an idiot.
"H-hey! Let me go." Norway said, squirming around and trying to get out of Denmark hug.
"Nope. Not happening." He said, nuzzling his nose into Norway's hair. After a few more seconds of struggling, Norway sighed and relaxed in Denmark's arms, eventually wrapping his own arms around the Dane's neck.
"Idiot." He muttered, glaring slightly at the taller blonde. Denmark smiled and pulled back slightly, looking at Norway lovingly, then gently pressed his lips to the Norwegian's, moving his hand to cup Norway's cheek and move him closer. Norway blushed lightly but kissed back, which made Denmark happy that the chances of him getting hurt was getting smaller and smaller. After a few seconds he pulled back and rested his forehead against Norway's, smiling and gently running his hand over Norway's cheek.
"Jeg elsker dig." He whispered, smiling sweetly at Norway, who blushed deeper but, surprisingly, smiled back.
"Jeg elsker deg ogsä." He whispered back, making Denmark smile. He had many plans on getting Norway to love him, but this wasn't one of them, but it turned out that getting Norway to love him was a piece of cake.
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So that was my first actual one-shot. What do you think? Please comment and vote and don't forget to request!
I'm going to guess that all of you duckies are smart enough to have either guessed or knew that "Jeg elsker dig" means I love you in Danish and "Jeg elsker deg ogsä" means I love you too in Norwegian. Cuz y'all are smart duckies.