Denmark was a loud mouth and every one living with him new so. Though, sometimes his mouth made you laugh.
Skipping joyfully around the house, you came to a stop as a blonde-with cool hair- came into your eye site.
"Denny!" you fell and grabbed his legs. Looking down, a goofy grin overtook his expression. "Save me~ bunnies steal my pasties!"
He –dramatically- gasped before picking you up and lugging you over his shoulder. Shrilling out laughter, he ran down the hall, till he reached a closet. Walking into it, he put you into his lap and put a finger to his lip to shush your giggles. You mimicked his action before settling down.
A few moments later, he smiled at you. "Bunny is gone!" He laughed. "And, for those stole pastries, I'll just have to get you some more wont i?"
You nodded happily. Before hugging him you yelled, "My prince Denny!"
He smiled, before slyly saying, "If I'm your prince does that mean you'll give me a kiss? [1]"
You blushed and blinked at him. You giggled before pulling your small plump lips to his cheek and pecking it sweetly.
PHYSICAL AGE: 4
1-Denmark you, pedo, you!