A/N
This one is pretty weird, I know. :I
Proclaimer: I don't own Denmark or Hetalia!
He thundered through the front door to his house. What was this? Why did this happen?
Denmark stumbled into the living room, and started searching for a full bottle. Where was it? Where had he put it? He found it on the top shelf in his mahogany closet. He quickly removed the cork and took a deep sip of the deep red liquid.
So what, if it was a special gift from France, - he needed it now. Impatient for the alcohol's effect to kick in, he dumped down on the floor. With his back against the closet, he started to laugh.
It was a hollow laughter.
"Pathetic!" Denmark barked. He took another sip of the fine wine.
"Why won't you work?!" He yelled. The bottle collided with the wall to his left. The red substance ran down the wall and onto the the pure white wool carpet. The contrast between the red and the white made the wine look like blood. Or like his flag. His dear flag; *Dannebrog. Red and white.
"What did I ever do to deserve this, huh?!" He yelled. A new mocking laughter was heard. Everything. He had done everything possible to deserve it.
And he knew it.
He rose to his feet, and with majestetic steps he walked to the room serving as his office. Here, he only needed to open the top drawer in his writing table, to find what he was searching for. He closed his eyes when he felt the burning sensation in his throat. This one was suddenly strong, the dane admitted. Sure it was. He needed strong stuff to get drunk.
This time he felt the God blessing liquid's effect immediately. He took yet another mouthful, going with his usual saying; "If you can still feel it, you are not drunk."
Denmark sat down on his office chair, and made it spin a couple of times. It always helped boost the alcohol's effect, if you made yourself dizzy.
After two more bottles, he had forgotten what he was worrying about, and started singing old Danish drinking songs.
"Vi sej-ler op a' å-en," He started. "Vi sej-ler ne' a' i-gen!" He made the chair spin around.
"Det var vel nok en dej-lig sang! Dén må vi ha' end-nu en-gang."
He jumped to his feet and ran into the living room where he spun around in a high speed, placing his feet, attempting to dance waltz. The liquid from the bottle spilled everywhere when he turned again and again. While pretending the bottle to be a baton, he was conducting to the music that was only playing in his head.
"For vi sej-ler op a' å-en," He exited the living room and waltzed down the hallway. "Sej-ler ne' a' i-gen." He ended up standing before his self-portrait from the late 17th hundred. "Ba-re frem og til-ba'e," It was painted on Frederiksborg Castle.
He rose the bottle to cheers with the painting.
"Drik ud min gam-le ven."
A/N
*Dannebrog is the name of the Danish flag.
I wrote the lyric like he would sing it, - and to make it a little bit easier for you non-Danish people to read. (Hope you actually get an idea of how it's pronounced ^^' )
The translation is the "original" lyrics, - the full words, without any shortenings so it's might a little harder to read.
Translation:
Vi sejler op ad åen,...We're sailing up the river,
Vi sejler nedad igen...We're sailing downwards again.
Det var vel nok en dejlig sang,...Well, that was a nice song,
Den må vi have endnu engang!...We should have it one more time!
For vi sejler op ad åen,...'Cause we're sailing up the river,
Sejler nedad igen...Sailing downwards again.
Bare frem og tilbage,...Just back and forth,
Drik ud min gamle ven... Drink up my old friend.
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