Generally, Norway wasn't a fan of affection.
He never liked it when people tried to hug him or touch him in some way.
It wasn't that he didn't like people, he just didn't like being touched.
But, there were some special exceptions.
Such as the practically insane, Denmark.
Surprisingly, Norway could be quite affectionate.
In private with the person he loved.
To the rest of the world, Norway was a cold, smart, unfeeling country.
But only Denmark, not even the rest of the Nordics, knew what sort of passion Norway hid.
Sometimes, during quiet days off together, Norway would just stare at Denmark.
Not with annoyance or anger, but with soft, gentle love.
"Nor, why do you stare at me?"
"I-I uh, I…"
The only person that ever made Norway flustered and lose his cool was Denmark.
The only person that ever made Norway feel things was Denmark.
The only person who he would readily give everything was Denmark.
Norway hid his true emotions well, keeping a straight face the majority of the time.
But his mind was almost constantly flooded by thoughts of Denmark.
How had he managed to fall in love so deeply?
They were polar opposites yet, they balance each other perfectly.
Maybe it wasn't that hard to say how he truly fell for Denmark.
To Denmark however,
Norway was perfect.
His own perfect Norwegian.
Of course, Denmark recognized his flaws, his cold demeanor, his seriousness.
But he loved him regardless, and he wasn't afraid to show it either.
Denmark always knew that the Norwegian loved him back.
Otherwise, Denmark would never pursue him the way he did.
Denmark could see that Norway was just hiding his true feelings.
Denmark knew just how to draw him out of his protective shell.
Denmark always knew that he was really quite emotional and could definitely feel love.
Which is why, through all those years together, he was never surprised by the fact, that rarely, Norway did show his feelings, could be quite dramatic and affectionate.
Denmark loved his cold silence and his rare passion.
He was still his (far from) Perfect Norway.
There were lots of fights. After all, they are opposites.
"Why would you do that! You idiot!"
"It was an accident! You don't need to be mean!"
"You never listen, you'll get yourself killed one day!"
"I bet you'd love that! No more annoying Denmark!"
…
Things would cool down eventually. Norway, however mad and cold he was, couldn't stay away from Denmark for long.
Of course, Denmark desperately missed his Norwegian, but understood he needed space.
…
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yel- AH!"
Denmark always interrupted him.
They couldn't stay apart for too long.
The "Perfect" Norwegian & The Insane Dane.