One-Man Show
Bluest-of-Jayys
Denmark sure as hell didn't like it when Norway got into one of his funks. They made him quieter and mopier than usual. Definitely not fun. Plus, it meant that his Norge was hurting somewhere inside, and he was pretty sure that a sad Norge, like, went against the laws of nature or something.
So when he found Norway sitting alone in their shared study listening to Death Cab for Cutie on the highest volume setting, he was naturally a little worried.
"Everythin' all right, Norge?" he asked, placing a gentle hand on his lover's shoulder. Norway sent him a brief glance before shaking his head. "Thought so. Well…" his voice trailed off as he realized he had nothing to say, so with a quick "be right back!" he scampered out of the room. Between loud footsteps, he could hear Norway sigh, and guilt tugged at his chest.
It's for the best, he reasoned, I just need to get something that'll make him feel awesome 'cause I'm shit with words.
He was fully aware of Norway's fondness for comfort foods. He'd once teased Norway about it when they were teenagers ("Seriously, Norge, you and your comfort foods. You're like, a pregnant woman or something!"); he remembered because his cheek sported a print the same size and shape of Norge's hand for a good week.
Denmark also happened to be the chief of comfort food chefs. Time was short, though—his Norge was definitely sifting through emo music on Youtube, and there was a limit to how much Linkin Park Denmark could stomach.
He found vanilla ice cream and an almost-empty jar of Nutella. Good enough. He scooped the ice cream into the jar and topped it off with a handful of animal crackers. Even better. He raced his comfort food concoction back to the study, bursting into the room and nearly startling Norway out of his chair.
"NORGE! I MADE YOU A THING!" Denmark cried, thrusting the Nutella jar into Norway's hands. "I haven't seen you for a while around the house so you must be pretty hungry, right? Eat up!"
"You dork," Norway said, accepting the jar. Despite his frigid words, a smile played on his lips. Denmark beamed.
"I have a joke, too," he said, leaning against Norway's desk. "What's the difference between a BMW and a porcupine?"
"I don't know, what?" answered Norway, mouth full of delicious Nutella ice cream.
"With a porcupine, the pricks are on the outside!" Denmark exclaimed. His spirits soared when Norway doubled over in silent laughter, trying not to spit out his ice cream while mumbling oh my God, you did not just. Denmark pat him on the back before turning Norway's emo music to a more palatable volume. "So, Norge, what's been eatin' at ya?"
Norway rose, his lips twitching with the faint remnants of laugher. "It's nothing of extreme importance," he said, "I've been feeling overworked recently. My boss dumped a pile of paperwork on my desk out of the blue this afternoon, and it was such a pain to finish."
"But Norge, that's pretty important!" argued Denmark, "Even nations like us have our limits. We're still people, too!"
"You do have a point," replied Norway, licking his spoon thoughtfully, "I'll tell my boss about it tomorrow at work."
"'Attaboy, Norge!" Denmark cheered, ruffling Norway's hair, "but for now, just rest. I'll make dinner. I'm coming straight back here if I start hearing Linkin Park, though, okay?"
This time, Norway outright laughed. "You don't need to worry about that," he said. Denmark smiled and turned to leave. "Wait, Den."
"Yes?"
Norway held up the Nutella jar. "Thanks for this. And for, uh, caring about me."
Denmark rushed back over, enveloping Norway in a tight hug and peppering smacky kisses across his brow. "Aww, Norge," he said between kisses, "you're my lovebug, how could I not?"
Norway lifted his chin, sending one of Denmark's kisses connecting with his lips. "I love you too, weirdo," he sniffed, face reddening, "now get out of here before I really embarrass myself."
"Right," cheered Denmark, skipping towards the doorway. He licked his lips, sticky from Norway's kiss.
Turns out ice cream and Nutella really did go together.
AN: They're so effin' weeeeird. I like it.
