Regarding the name of the fic, it's called that because I went to see the Princess and the Frog, and then I thought of this fic on the way home ;)


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Chapter 2: Complaints

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"Ugh, this guy was just so frustrating!" Norway complained to Iceland. Just the thought of Denmark made him stressed out.

"What exactly did he do?" Iceland replied, looking up from the textbook-littered desk he was working at.

"He was just one of those people, you know?" He sighed, "He came into the café during my shift, and was being so stubborn and everything, and then when I was working at the pub, he came there too."

"Yeah," His brother nodded, "I know what you mean, there is someone at school like that, and no one likes him. Maybe he's a stalker. Oh look, I think the bus is here, I'll see you after school, Norway."

"Have fun," Norway rolled his eyes and watched his brother dash around the house, gathering his school things up, before running downstairs and onto the bus. As much as he was glad to be rid of school, it seemed a lot easier than having to work all the time. But then he felt guilty over making Iceland take a job too. Maybe he could get three and Iceland could quit? He shook the thoughts out of his head, he wasn't in the mood nor did he have the time to be thinking about that at the moment. So he quickly finished the washing up and grabbed his things, he was almost late for work.

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Monday 25th: There was no Denmark today.

Tuesday 26th: Or today.

Wednesday 27th: But there was today.

"Why the hell are you here again?" Norway hissed as he stood by the blonde, taking his order.

"Maybe I like this place?" He suggested, grinning. "There is no one saying I can't come here, is there?"

He bit his lip to stop himself from blurting out something horrible or something he'd regret. He'd done that far too many times for his own liking. "No, there isn't any rule." He grimaced. He could see his boss giving him a look that said 'no chatting while you're on your shift'. "But why did you come back so soon?"

"Well," He cocked his head to one side, "I know you're working here and maybe I'd like to get to know you better." He said it so nonchalantly that he could have been saying his name and it would have sounded the same.

"Fuck!" Iceland had been right! "Are you a stalker?" The…profanity had been rather loud, and the customers in the next booth over covered their ears and glared. Norway mouthed sorry to them, and turned back to Denmark, giving him an evil look. If he was fired for that, he would have to find him a new job.

"No," Denmark laughed, shaking his head. "I just think you're cute, is all."

Norway jumped back in surprise. What? "I-I'm going to go pr-process your order now." He turned on his heel and ran into the kitchen. He stuck the little piece of paper to the rack and then leant face first against the wall, trying to gain his composure. Was he blushing? He wasn't embarrassed or anything, he had just never been told something like that before.

"Another strange display, Norway," Tino remarked, coming up behind him and rubbing his back. "Are you okay?"

"Uh…I'm fine," He answered, turning around to face the Fin. "It's just that stupid guy is here again, and he's so annoying." Why did the person who liked him have to be so damn annoying? He would be okay with it if the guy was nice, but Denmark just seemed so…full of himself. Ugh, he certainly knew how to attract them.

Tino gave him a sympathetic look and nodded, "Hey, how about you take your lunch break now? He'll be gone by the time you get back."

Norway smiled, "Yeah, I will, thanks." He untied his apron and grabbed his things from the locker room and signed out. As he exited the café, he could hear an extra set of footsteps behind him. "Denmark, what are you doing?"

"Coming with you, I'd finished already, and I said I wanted to get to know you better." He shrugged.

He sighed; he wasn't going to rid himself of this guy too easily. "Just come, I don't care anymore." They walked in silence down to the food court, and silence as Norway ordered his lunch. He would have been quite content in continuing this silence, but Denmark seemed to want to talk as they sat down.

"So, who are you?"

What? Was this guy for real? "I'm Norway…" He replied, rolling his eyes.

"No shit," Denmark said, grinning. "I mean, introduce yourself."

"Um…I'm Norway, I'm eighteen and I work at that café and the pub." That's all Denmark needed to know, he certainly wasn't going to tell him anything more.

"Nice to meet you, Norway. I'm Denmark, I'm eighteen and I go to university." He teased, poking out his tongue. "Do you study at university?" Norway shook his head, "Why not?"

"Well, maybe because I didn't finish school," He stated in a tone that made Denmark sound like an idiot. It all seemed to fly over his head, no matter what tone Norway used, Denmark just seemed to get more eager.

"Huh? Why not?"

"I'm sorry if we can't all be as fortunate as you," He scowled, "but I had to drop out at sixteen and get two jobs."

Denmark stared at him, incredulous. "Oh, my God, I didn't realize. Sorry." He was quiet for a moment. But much to Norway's dismay, it didn't last. "Why?"

He feigned a look at a non-existent watch on his wrist and then stood up abruptly. "Oh, look at the time, my lunch break is over. I have to go, bye!"


Not as long as the other chapter! So sorry! The next one is longer, I swear! :D