It was an absolutely beautiful sight, indeed.
Upon Denmark's rather large bed, Norway was curled up cozily in the midst of an afternoon nap. He seemed at peace and so very, very cute.
And vulnerable. Oh, so sexily vulnerable. A smile played across Denmark's lips.
He tip toed across the room, so careful as to not wake his sleeping love.
Norway moaned. And I'm not talking a normal sleeping moan. Denmark's face flushed a bit.
He… he's not… The smaller blonde shuddered in the sheets. He is… he's having a wet dream.
"Ah…" Norway's lips barely parted as a whine slipped out. A Cheshire cat grin spread across the lurking Dane's face. His little Norgie wouldn't allow himself to make such humiliating noises had he known Denmark was there. "Nnn… Dan… mmm…"
…
What.
Norway awoke from a nice nap. However, he discovered he was not alone.
Denmark was seated across the room, sharpening his obscenely large battle axe. Norway sat up to look at him sleepily.
"Sleep well, Norway?" Denmark asked coldly. Norway couldn't help but notice the absence of a certain nickname. Not that he was complaining.
"Were you here this entire time?" Norway quirked an eyebrow.
"I was here long enough." Denmark's voice was like ice.
"What's wrong with you?" Norway gave him the best stern look he could with his grogginess. However, Denmark managed a glare that would put Sweden to shame. Norway shivered involuntarily. Denmark had actually managed to frighten him.
"Who the fuck is Dan?" he demanded. Norway's face was immediately painted red.
"I… I…" Denmark slammed the staff of his axe to the ground, using it to heave himself up.
"Dammit, Norway! If you've been screwing around behind my back, I fucking swear…!" Norway looked down and fidgeted a bit.
"Denmark, I-"
"No excuses!" Denmark marched over to where Norway was seated, promptly grabbing him by the collar. "Tell me what the fuck is going on!" Norway swallowed, his face coloring deeper. He refused to meet those fearsome sapphire eyes boring into his soul.
"You know… Dan, as in…" Norway fidgeted a bit more. "You know… D…"
"Spit it out, Norway!" the Dane growled.
"DANMARK!" Norway shouted, his normally soft voice ringing through the room. "As in… Danmark… okay?"
There was a long silence.
Denmark released Norway from his grip, raising an eyebrow.
"Dan…?"
"Shut up!" Norway snapped, looking angry and embarrassed. "Whatever the hell it is you call me is even more ridiculous."
"What? Norgie? It's cute. Besides, you're missing the point."
"What point?" Denmark grabbed the Norwegian's face between his index finger and thumb.
"You had a sex dream about me." Norway knocked his hand away, the blush on his face somehow managing to darken.
"No, I didn't." It was a painfully obvious lie. Denmark planted a little kiss on his nose.
"You're so cute"
"Shut up."
A/N: I facepalmed three times writing this. OTL