Don't Forget the Mistletoe
Rating: T
Pairing: DenNor, SuFin,[Iceland, Sealand and Ladonia are here to…]
Warnings: Real names used. Lukas is Norway, Mathias is Denmark, Emil is Iceland. Naturally the others have their official names.
Done for the Christmas One-Shots. As expected, this turned into a three-shot… I'm not good at one-shots at all. Oh well!
Explanations for some things at the bottom.
Disclaimer: Do we really need this? Of course I don't own Hetalia.
"Santa will know we're here instead of home, right?" Peter was being ushered into the guest room by his 'papa', Ladonia was already tuckered out – something Norway was thankful for. The blond micronation was holding his large chocolate slab close, wondering where he could hide it. Denmark had decided not to take some of Sealands prize.
"O' co'rse 'e will." The tall country nodded. " 'e alw'ys does."
Finland couldn't help but smile from his place behind the older man, wishing their 'son' a good night's rest. It wasn't until the door was closed that the excitement truly broke over his face.
"Ah, it's going to be a late night this time, I'll be starting a bit later than usual…" Still the smile didn't falter.
"Sorry 'bout that Santa." Denmark leaned against the arch, smiling guiltily. "Didn't mean to slow ya down."
"It's alright Tanska, just know your gift will be at your house, so you'll have to wait until you get home!" He watched as Finland moved to the bathroom to change, the holly joy energy he had about him all day boosting his excitement and rush.
"Fair enough." He patted the Fins back as he made his rounds saying good-bye to his family, each of them wishing him luck and a safe journey for the night.
" Svirge, where you stayin' at?"
" Islan' off'rd." The eldest looked into the kitchen where the other brothers were cleaning the dishes.
"Aw, Ice! I was gonna ask if ya wanted to share your room!"
"You can sleep on the couch, rass." The Icelandic teen walked past him, having handed the last washed plate to his brother to dry. He yawned lightly, Mr. Puffin walking quickly after him towards the stairs. "I'm going to turn in early."
" T'nk I wil' too." Sweden put his hand on the Danes shoulder, giving him a look that said 'don't do anything stupid while I'm not there to pick your ass up'. Or something like that.
"Don't let Grýla get ya then, Ice! I'm not protecting you tonight!" He saw the younger nation visibly flinch, shooting him another glare.
"God natt." Lukas waved the two off, setting the plates back into their places.
"… Nooooorge~?"
"What is it Danmark?" Pale blue eyes rolled, the younger sighing as he shut the cupboard door.
"Any chance I could stay in your room?" He asked with a small smile, ignoring the harsh look he got in answer. "Please?"
"Why should I say yes?" The shorter blond moved over to him, leaning on the opposing side of the arch.
"Because it's not very nice to be so cold to the people you kiss." The grin was growing wider and Norway knew he was in trouble.
"That wasn't a kiss! It was hardly anything!" He barked quickly. Mathias pointed to the mistletoe Finland had hung above them; Lukas was quiet in a second, looking off awkwardly. "… Why can't you just ask instead of trapping me every year under that damned plant?"
"I'm not trapping ya, you could run. I can't catch you this year." He shrugged, smile showing no sign of disappearing.
"…Jeg hater deg."
"Elske." The Dane corrected, the word coming out a little funny. Norway couldn't help but chuckle at how out of place it sounded by itself, leaning forward and kissing him. For a second it stayed simple and innocent; Denmark moved a bit closer and stood a bit awkwardly so he could lean into the kiss more. When the older started to deepen the kiss, Lukas pulled back with his gaze averted.
"Du kan bo på rommet mitt i kveld…"
Mathias snickered, kissing the top of the lighter blonds head. "Tak. Think you can help me up the stairs?"
"… You can hop." The playful smile on Norways face stayed just as obvious as the reddening in his cheeks. The smaller slipped out of the Danish mans grasp and hurried up the steps, leaving the older there to get up himself.
"Norge!"
*Of course Finland is Santa you guys!
*Rass just means 'ass' in Icelandic.
*Grýla is probably the most messed up Icelandic legend. She sends her delightful Yule Cat, Jólakötturinn, to your house to eat you if you don't have new clothes by Christmas. Then, if you live past that, she sends her 13 Yule Lads to rob, steal, peep into your window and abscond with your cattle, crops and food. If you're still fine and kicking, the delightful horned and 15 tailed menace that she is comes down with her 100 bags – each filled with 20 children- and boils alive and eats naughty children during the yuletide.
... Shit Iceland… you scarry.
*God natt - Good night in Norwegian
*In Scandinavia, mistletoe was considered a plant of peace, under which enemies could declare a truce or warring spouses kiss and make-up.
*Jeg hater deg - I hate you in Norwegian
*Elske means love in Danish. Jeg elsker deg mean "I love you" and "Kjaerlight" means love in Norwegian, so Elske by itself is just a Danish thing, an odd mix for Norway's sentence.
*"Du kan bo på rommet mitt i kveld" means "You can stay in my room tonight." -Norwegian
* Tak just means thanks.
So, there you have it. That's my DenNor "one-shot"/"three-shot"
Merry Christmas and happy holidays you DenNor fans!