3. In which Denmark is pregnant and Norway is the father

Denmark hummed to herself as she sat in her favorite easy chair, cradling the weight of her enlarged abdomen. There's a baby growing in here, she mused to herself in awe, patting her belly.

She tried to turn her head to face the kitchen. Norway was in there, after she'd begged and pleaded for him to get her some ice cream. She expected him to go in and come out quickly with the tub of Baskin-Robbins, but he'd been in there for several minutes now. What could he be doing?

"Norge..." she whined, "Are ya still in there?"

"Just a minute," Norway called back. Denmark huffed and sat herself deeper into the plush chair, re-occupying herself with cooing to the new life growing within her.

"Daddy's gonna come back soon," she crooned, "He told mommy he'd bring some ice cream but he's taking way too long..."

Denmark didn't notice Norway's presence until he placed the bowl of ice cream on the coffee table and said, "and mommy can't be patient." There was no hostility in his voice, just love. To an outsider, such cruel words would have sounded strange, but Denmark knew that Norway meant nothing by it and felt nothing but love (and occasionally mild annoyance) for her. It was only fair, because she felt the same for him. Norway tapped the spoon he held on the coffee table to bring her attention to the ice cream he'd brought.

"Wow, Norge!" Denmark's eyes widened at the treat set before her.

Norway hadn't just brought her ice cream, he combined all the different flavors in their freezer plus some fruits and chocolate into a scrumptious-looking sundae that would more than satisfy Denmark's ice cream craving.

"I can't eat this all myself," said Denmark, looking at Norway with wide, shining eyes.

Norway held out two spoons. "You think I wouldn't go without treating myself, too?" Denmark eagerly took a spoon and leaned over to the best of her abilities, digging into the ice cream sundae. "Oh, Norge, this is delicious," she moaned, eyes fluttering shut, "Mmm... Baby likes!" she held her hand against her stomach, feeling the movements of the growing life inside.

"It's just ice cream," Norway shrugged, cheeks tinged pink. He didn't expect his wife to react this way. "You've got a sonogram tomorrow morning, right?"

Denmark's eyes brightened at this. "Oh, yeah! We're gonna get to see how this li'l bugger is doing. I hope he's got your eyes," she smiled, "Norge's got the prettiest eyes."

Norway smiled and shook his head. He'd never admit it out loud, but he thought his wife's eyes were the prettiest when they sparkled like that.


AN: Denmom the awesome mom who gets into tickle fights and lets her kid win and takes her kid to the playground all the time and goes jogging with a stroller but gOD FORBID YOU TOUCH HER LITTLE BABY SHE WILL RIP THE SHIT OUT OF YOU.
Nordad is never seen without any sort of camera. Iceland can vouch for this; there are way too many embarrassing baby pictures and Norway has them all. He's also good for cuddles and life lessons with help from Denmom.