(A/N)

Do not own Hetalia or any of its characters… Or Victoria's Secret.

And now let the story begin!

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The night before:

"Iceland I think I'm dying." I calmly stated to my brother as we sat down on the couch watching TV. I stared down into my coffee mug watching the brown liquid swirl around.

"Why?" I couldn't see Iceland's face but I'm pretty sure he was either surprised or confused.

"Or at least there must be something wrong with me. Earlier I thought that Denmark was cute." I admitted still not meeting his eyes. I expected him to freak out at this statement but surprisingly he didn't.

"About time." That caught me off guard. I looked up from my coffee mug to over where Iceland was sitting. He didn't even look at me as if he wasn't paying attention to what I was saying at all.

"This has to be some type of illness right? I thought that Denmark was cute!" How was he not affected by this? His older brother probably has a rare sickness and he doesn't even give a shit!

"Of course. You're lovesick." My cheeks heated up at the mention of that.

Lovesick? I am not lovesick! I only though he was cute it's not like I had any thoughts of him kissing he or doing anything else non PG 13 rated… Ok well maybe I did but that was only one time! Besides how could I have fallen for the Dane anyway? He annoys me 24/7, he's always being way to overly affectionate, and he is always so goddamn happy all the time… Who could ever love him?

"See my point exactly." I snapped out of my thoughts at the sound of Iceland's voice. I gave him a quizzical look. "You were just thinking about all the things you love about him just then weren't you?"

My cheeks heated even more. I don't love anything about that idiotic Dane! Everything about him is so goddamn annoying! I glared at Iceland but I probably looked stupid blushing and glaring at the same time. "No, he's an idiot what could there be to love?"

Iceland shrugged. "Well to me nothing at all, to you probably everything." I'm going to kill him. Am I not making myself clear? I think that Denmark is an idiot! I do not love him! Iceland then spoke again. "If you really hate him then tell me that you do."

"I didn't say I hated him." I had to look away while saying this. It was probably the first time I ever admitted that out loud.

"So you do like him."

Damn it! I need to get off this topic. Come on think of something! "Call me big brother." My face returned to its usual stoic expression.

"No! Stop trying to get us off topic!"

"Say it. Call me big brother Iceland."

"Shut up I'm not saying it!"

"Big brother."

"You're hopeless!" Iceland shot up from his spot on the couch. His face was flushed red with either anger or embarrassment it's hard to tell with him. He began to stomp off in the hallway.

"Where are you going?" I called out to him not bothering to get off the couch.

"I'm staying here for the night! Good night!" With that I heard a door down the hall slam shut. I could almost feel the vibration of the walls that slamming the door had caused.

"Someone needs to learn and control their anger." I muttered to myself as I sipped on my coffee once again. I help the coffee mug to my lips and kept it there for a while as I thought. Me in love with Denmark? That's impossible… Right?

I shook my head trying to get rid of the thoughts about Denmark. It's impossible to be in love with that idiot.

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I flipped open my phone only glancing at the time before flipping it shut once again. Where the hell was Denmark? It was already 11:30 he should be here by now. Not that I was looking forward to go somewhere with him. I just want to get this over and done with.

I sighed exasperatedly debating on whether or not I should call or text him. I pursed my lips and played with the phone in my hand tracing out the shapes on the front. I flipped open the phone again and dialed in Denmark's number my finger hovered over the call button still debating whether or not to call him. I shook my head. The phone was flipped shut once again.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Finally. I jumped up from the couch and went to the door. "You're late." Sure enough Denmark stood at the door smiling his annoying smile like usual.

Denmark rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm sorry Norge. I was watching The Killing last night and slept in. Were you waiting for me?" I could hear the hopefulness in his voice.

I rolled my eyes a slight blush making it known on my cheeks. Why the hell was I blushing all the time now? "Of course not. I was hoping that you wouldn't show up at all." I tried to make my blush go away and kept a neutral face.

Denmark laughed. I glared at him.

He then raced back to his car that was parked in my driveway. It wasn't the same one we went to the beach in no this one was his favourite. It was a big black truck that was too big for my likings. I didn't know the name of it; I don't pay attention to things like that. All I know is that it's big and… never mind. He sat in the driver's seat and rolled his window down. "Come on! Hop in!" He called out waving his arm out as well.

Sighing I pulled on my boots and jacket then headed out for his car. I closed and locked the door behind me as Demark honked the horn at me. I scowled and jogged to his vehicle shoving my keys into my coat pocket.

Soon enough I was in his truck and ready to head out to wherever we were going. "Guess where we're going?" Denmark asked in a sort of teasing voice.

"I don't like to guess." I retorted staring dead ahead out the of the car windshield.

Even though I could not see him I could tell that he was pouting. "You're no fun! And if you really want to know… We're going to the mall!"

Seriously? Out of all the places we could go he's taking me to the mall? I decided not to question it though instead I leaned back into my seat and kept on staring out the window at the scenery. "Great." I muttered. I'm not very sure if it was loud enough for him to hear me or not though. I didn't really care much anyways.

I placed on of my hands on the seat divider and quickly found another hand on top of mine. I snapped my hand around to look at Denmark who only glanced at me and smiled. I could feel my cheeks heating up at an alarming speed.

You're Lovesick. Iceland's voice rang throughout my head and my face turned crimson red. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. I the felt Denmark entwine his hand with mine. If my face could it would have turned even redder that it already was. Calm down Norway, it's only simple hand holding. It's not like he's kissing you or anything... Not that I'd ever want to be kissed by him! He'd probably be rough and demanding, and then be all cocky afterwards like 'I'm the greatest kisser ever!' or something idiotic like that. He is a brainless idiot after all.

"We're here." Denmark's breath tickled my ear. I yelped and yanked my hand out of his while pressing my back to the door of the truck. Denmark buckled over in his seat with laughter.

"You should've seen your face!" Denmark exclaimed in between fits of laughter. I glared at him then punched him in the mouth hoping to stop his laughter.

"Oww Norge." He covered his mouth with his hand. He removed his hand shortly after and I saw that his bottom lip was split open. Serves him right for frightening me. A playful smirk spread across his face. "Kiss it better for me Norge~"

"Hell no." I couldn't stop the blush making its way on my cheeks even though I tried my best to keep my usual apathetic expression.

"Aww Norge you're so cute!" He reached over across the truck to try and hug me. I pushed him away forcefully causing him to be pressed against the driver side door.

"You're annoying." I stated as I kept on holding him while he tried to fight against it. Eventually he gave up fighting me and I let go of his face.

He let out a loud boisterous laugh. "You never change at all Norge!"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

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I was more or less- no, I was dragged around the mall by the overly hyper Denmark. We had gone store to store browsing at items while he would obsess over some weird item that he found. Also he was being loud, really loud and I was almost about to punch him. I would've too if there wasn't so many people in the mall.

"Come on Norge!" Denmark commanded as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to another store. I sighed exasperatedly; he was really starting to get on my nerves.

I was too distracted by thoughts of how to murder him without anyone knowing I didn't realise what store I had been dragged into, which in fact was Victoria's Secret.

"Seriously Danma-" I stopped mid-sentence as turned around and didn't see Denmark anywhere. I spun in a circle looking for him. "Where the hell did he disappear to?" I muttered to myself scanning the store looking for the only other male in the store.

"Norge!" I spun around to the sound of Denmark's voice; I was greeted by a black lace thong that hit me in my face. I slowly pulled the thong off of my face to glare at Denmark who I could see was wearing a red and black lace bra over his shirt.

He grinned boisterously at me and puffed his chest out. "Whadda ya think Norge?" He stroke a pose, causing many of the people in the store to gawk at him. "Aren't I the sexiest creature to ever walk the planet?" Sometimes I seriously wonder if there is something mentally wrong with this man. I calmly walked over to Denmark and whipped the bra off of him, throwing it in an unknown direction.

Denmark stared at me with his mouth wide open and his eyebrows arched high. "You took of my bra in public!" He exclaimed dramatically covering his chest. "I feel so exposed!" I looked around the store to see that we had caused quite a scene.

I quickly grabbed his arm and fled the store without another word. We then continued to walk around the mall in silence that is until Denmark spoke. "You stripped me in public." He started out seeming almost surprised.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "So?" It wasn't like I had taken off his shirt or pants or anything like that.

"I never knew that you were that kinky." He responded with a teasing smirk on his face. I felt my cheeks heat up.

"Oh shut up!" I punched him across the face not caring who saw. As I saw him rubbing his now sore cheek I couldn't help but think one thing: Why am I so violent today? Oh well, it's his own fault: He annoys me I punch him to shut up. It may not be the best way to go about it but it works.

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"I want to go to Aerospotale*!" Denmark exclaimed after we had went to various other stores in the mall.

I shrugged and followed him towards the store. He had stopped dragging me around everywhere after the incident at Victoria's Secret, which I was grateful for I think my arm would've fallen off if he had kept at it.

As soon as we entered the store Denmark practically ran towards the male section of the store obviously looking for something. I just wandered around the male section aimlessly just looking at all the clothes there.

I eventually became bored and set out to find Denmark. I found him chatting with a female worker. No not chatting, it looked more like flirting. I averted my gaze from them and glared at the rack of clothes in front of me while crossing my arms.

She's probably a slut anyway, flirting with every guy at the store maybe every girl as well. I took a quick glance over and saw that she had moved closer to Denmark, while Denmark seemed oblivious to this. He's an idiot, he probably doesn't even realise that she's flirting with him. She has small boobs anyway and her hair is… stupid. Yeah, she looks stupid. A stupid small chested girl. Denmark would never be interested in a girl like her. I then heard his laugh. I looked up at him and realised that he had laughed at something that she had said. I glared at the duo. Denmark turned around suddenly to look at me. I looked away and found that a blush had managed to creep its way onto my cheeks.

"Hey Lukas!" I turned my head slightly to the sound of my name. He was waving his arm at me, his cheerful grin still plastered on his face. "Come here for a minute!"

I debated on whether or not to go over with him and the slut. Maybe if I go over there then she won't be all over him. So I went over.

He smiled widely at me when he saw me walk over while the woman sort of glared at me. What a slutty bitch. "This is my best friend Luke, and Luke, this is Kristen! She works here and was helping me finding something! Isn't that nice of her?" He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and for once I didn't push him off hoping that this would drive Kristen off, however she smiled, which I could tell was a forced smile.

"Hello Luke! As you know I'm Kristen, it's nice to meet you." She held out a hand for me to shake. I stared at it for a while before taking it in my own and shaking it. Denmark removed his arm.

"Hello." I responded keeping my usual emotionless expression on my face. An awkward silence fell over us. I looked at Kristen more closely this time. She had long light blond hair, dark blue eyes, and wore a V-neck t-shirt with a skirt. I tried my best not to scowl at her.

"Kristen! I need you to do inventory!" I heard a man yell out to Kristen from somewhere in the store.

Kristen sighed and I tried not to smile. "Ok I'm coming!" She called out to the man. She then looked at Denmark and I apologetically. "Sorry guys but I have to go now! Hopefully I'll see you around sometime Mathias!" She winked at him and I felt my eye twitch. She spun on her heels and let running towards the back of the store.

"Isn't she nice Norge?" Denmark said as she walked away and was out of view, thank god.

I shrugged in response. I wasn't going to tell him that I thought that she was a bitch. After all he'd probably say how I was jealous of the girl… Which I wasn't! Why would I care if some stupid girl got together with Denmark?

"She's really pretty to, but she's not my type." I looked up at him and found that he was staring down at me with a smile on his face, it wasn't his usual smile, no instead it was a small sweet smile. I immediately averted my gaze from him my face growing red.

"Why should I care?" I mumbled, probably not loud enough for him to hear.

However miraculously he did. "I don't know just thought that maybe you would want to know. I'm not even into her at all." I turned my head back around to meet his eyes once again. By this point we had stopped walking.

My cheeks flared again. "Oh I see." I turned my head away from him again. "Same here."

"What?"

"You know what I said." I retorted, my voice sounding a little harsher than I wanted it to be. I'm sure my cheeks were the reddest they could get at this point. An awkward silence fell on us as we continued to walk.

"Hey Norge watch this!" Denmark suddenly exclaimed cutting the silence between us. I jumped a little at his exclamation. I then watched as Denmark ran up the downwards running escalator. Many of the people there gave him a strange look, some were even whispering about him. A couple of girls who were watching him and giggling caught my attention. It looked like they were either laughing at him or gushing about how hot he is. They're probably little sluts as well.

I watched as Denmark struggled up the stairs, pushing some people out of the way as he did so. I walked up to the upwards escalator and stepped on, still watching Denmark struggle up the other escalator. It was actually quite amusing if you ask me.

Naturally I was up before he was, however he was not too far behind. He stood bent over at the side of the escalator panting. "Come on." I said as I extended my hand towards him. "It's getting late, let's go home."

He smiled up at me before taking my hand in his, nodding still not having the breath to speak. He stood up still panting slightly. "You're out of shape." I commented as I poked his stomach which was usually hard as rock, now was a bit soft. "It's starting to show."

Denmark blushed and tried to cover his stomach with his hands, snatching his hand from mine. "Not cool Norge!" He pouted as he began to poke his own stomach.

I couldn't help but chuckle at him. He kind of looks cute whenever he's pouting. I stopped my chuckling when that thought ran through my mind. I need to find the source of these thoughts. You're lovesick. I sighed fed up with Iceland's voice in my head. I'd have to set him straight at some point that no I was not in love with Denmark.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realise that Denmark was trying to get my attention. "-ay. Norway? Earth to Norway." Denmark said as he waved a hand in front of my face.

I shook my head. "What?" I responded monotonously.

"Aren't we going to go home now?" I nodded in response to his question. "Well come on then!" He grabbed my hand and led me to the front doors of the mall. He didn't drag me like he had most of the day, this time he was gentler. I couldn't help but notice how well my hand fit in his large one.

We received quite some stares from other people around us. But you what, fuck them.

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"This isn't good." I mumbled to myself as I franticly searched my pockets for my keys to the front door of my house. I dug deep into them pulling them out even, but nothing but a bit of lint was found in them.

"What's the matter?" Denmark asked as I continued to search my pockets still hoping to find my keys. We were currently parked in the drive way of my house.

"I can't find my goddamn keys!" I exclaimed angrily. I sighed frustrated and leaned back into my seat. I curled my knees up, burying my face in my hands. "Fuck!" I dropped my hands and stared at the dashboard of the car. The only place they could be was at the mall, or in the mall parking lot.

"Well if you want I could break in your window and unlock the door from the inside." He said sounding serious. I looked at him furrowing my eyebrows. He shrugged and leaned back into his own seat. "Worth a try. You know you could always stay at my place for the night."

"No."

"What? Why? You have no other place to stay for the night so why not come with me?" He whined sounding slightly offended.

"Because you only have one room at your house and I am not sharing a bed with you. Who knows what you would do to me." I knew that he would never do anything but sleeping in the same bed with him would be weird and awkward.

"Come on Luke you have no other place to go."

"I could call Iceland."

Denmark paused for a moment. "Come on Norge please! It's been such a long time since you were visiting my house!" God I hate it whenever he whines. It annoys the hell out of me.

"Fine! But I'm going to sleep on the couch." I finally gave in with a sigh, still not sure about the whole situation of staying with him for the night.

He wrapped his arms around me; it felt awkward considering we were in his truck and we still both had our seatbelts on trying to keep us in place. "Thank you Lukas!" He squeezed his face against mine, and his arms kept my arms from coming up and hitting him the face or any other vital area.

"Let go of me!" I struggled against him wiggling trying to get free from his grasp. However I failed, miserably.

"Haha! Ok then Luke!" He let go of me returning back to his spot in the truck. I gazed at him quizzically. He almost never listens to me why the sudden change? He turned on the truck not bothering to look my way. "Let's go!"

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"Here we are!" Denmark swung open the door to his house that was located in my country. He had one made there for then he could visit me sometimes without staying in my house like I had told him not to on several occasions.

Unlike his large mansion in his own country, this one was quite small. It was only a one story cottage with one bedroom and one bathroom.

As I stepped inside the house I took notice of my surroundings. A few feet ahead of me, slightly to the right, was a long brown sofa that sat upon a pattern rug, and a TV was not so far from it. To my left I could see the kitchen, not so much the dining room. The walls were decorated with pictures of his own country, mainly focusing on the outdoors.

"It's kind of small I know. So why don't you make yourself at home!" Denmark exclaimed as he went into the kitchen grabbed a bottle of beer, plopped down on the couch, and turned on the TV.

"I'd rather just go to bed thank you." I responded taking off my shoes and placing my coat in the coat rack next to the door.

"Oh." He sounded slightly disappointed at that. "Well the bedrooms right over there if you want to go to bed." He gestured to a door that was a few feet away from the couch.

"Then where will you sleep?" I questioned him. He better not think that we're going to sleep in the same bed together. I'd rather sleep in the bathtub.

"Here!" He patted the couch and turned so that he was facing me. "Where else would I sleep?" He tilted his head to the side as he asked his question.

I shook my head. "Never mind." I walked towards the door before Denmark called out to me again.

"If you want something more comfy to wear you can always wear one of my shirts!"

I didn't respond to him I only closed the bedroom door behind me only faintly hearing Denmark say "Good night." I looked around his room. It was fairly small for a master bedroom; it only had a double bed, two side tables standing next to it, a dresser across from the bed and a painting that hung over the dresser.

I pulled off my shirt and pants still determining whether or not to take Denmark up on his offer and wear one of his shirts. I pondered over this for a moment before opening up one of the drawers on the dresser pulling out a simple black t-shirt. I slipped over my shoulders and found that it was a bit too big for me, but it was very comfy and it smelled like him. I hauled the shirt up to my nose and inhaled its sent. I would probably never admit it out loud but Denmark actually smells really good.

I walked over to the bed and climbed underneath the covers burring myself until only the upper half of my head was sticking out. Even the blankets smelled like him.

Through the walls I could hear the TV, I could pick out that the show was Danish put that's about it. I covered my ears with the blanket and squeezed my eyes shut. After a while the noise stopped and I could finally feel myself relax.

I inhaled the smell of Denmark one last time before drifting off into Dreamland.

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(A/N)

*Aerospotale: What some people where I live call Aeropostale. I have yet to figure out the reason why. -_-

That was like the longest thing I have ever fucking written, like holy shit. I was going to add like 2 other ideas in but then it would have taken me even more time so I was kind of like 'fuck that'.

I also preformed my first matinée today at school! I almost had a panic attack backstage but it's all good now. :D My little cousin is coming tomorrow to watch the play tomorrow which I am kind of excited about. But something tells me that no one really cares…

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