"Hej," Denmark said, as a certain Norwegian walked soundlessly through the door and flopped onto the bed. "Bad day?"
Like he even had to ask. "My boss was being a jerk, I spilled coffee on some important papers, the list goes on," Norway sighed.
Denmark walked up and lay beside him, putting an arm around Norway's torso. "Anything I can do to help?" He kissed his cheek.
Norway squirmed a bit, but didn't move away, a good sign in Denmark's eyes. "I doubt it."
"How about I tell your boss he can shove all those papers up his ass?"
"I don't think that'll help."
"Well, it's the thought that counts."
It was silent for a while. Norway rolled over and scooted closer, burying his face in Denmark's neck. He smiled a bit, glad Denmark couldn't see, as strong arms wrapped around him, and protectively held him close.
"So, what did you do today?"
"Oh, not much. Watched TV, drank beer." Denmark thought for a minute. "I had to do some paperwork too; my boss had been nagging me about it. And he's been telling me I need to drink less."
Norway chuckled, "Well, you do."
Denmark smiled at hearing his Norge laugh. "He said something about not having enough money in the budget to fund my drinking habit. Something about a national debt?" He shrugged. "I stopped listening after 5 minutes."
The smaller man shook his head, a smile playing on his face. "You're too much, Danmark. What am I going to do with you?"
"Keep me, love me," He kissed the top of his head.
He sighed. "You may be an idiot, but you're my idiot."
"Forever and always!" Denmark chuckled.
They laid there for what seemed like forever, just holding each other in the silence. Though it might not have been the ideal evening for Denmark, for Norway, it was better than any book he was planning to read.
"Jeg elsker dig, Norge."
"I love you too, idiot."
Jeg elsker dig, Norge: I love you, Norway