Norway was drunk. By drunk, I mean f****ing druk off of his ass. Flush stained his pale cheeks like blood spilled onto snow. He grabbed Denmark on the shoulders.
"Denmark… Mve' Copenhagen up to…my Oslo…Fr' m'," He slurred. Sweden gave Norway a don't-steal-my-mumble glare, but Norway gave no heed because he was drunk off of his ass.
"Noru…That's too much, even by my shitty pickup line standards…" Denmark said, rather concerned for his unrequited best friend's well being.
Norway , being the [former] king of the Vikings, hauled Denmark up the stairs into his room.
"Owaaaah! Noru, you meant that?"
The End