"Ah..Denmark's so forceful. I don't think he even knows."
Norway sat across from Finland at the kitchen table, staring at him. The words seemed slightly random to Tino.
"Yeah. He's always been like that, hasn't he?" Finland replied, trying to force a slight smile, beside the slightly awkward and out of the blue conversation.
Norway nodded. He looked away from Finland and towards the window.
"Yes...But I've come to like it, I guess," Norway finally said after a moment.
"Ah...Then why worry about it?" Finland asked. Norway just shook his head a bit.
"Don't know."
"Don't be sad, Norge. You like Denmark a lot, don't you?"
A thin smile came across Norway's face, although for just a moment.
"Yeah," he replied softly.
"Then don't worry~," Finland said, smiling reassuringly.
Norway smiled, just faintly, back at him.
"Alright."
AN: One of a few drabbles I did for my roleplay group, HAM.