It was something said out of fun. They were all drunk and sitting in Denmark's living room, talking of all sorts of things. Not one of them stayed on topic for too long. Everything jumped from here to there. At one point everything seemed to quiet down. They'd just ended a fit of laughter, still holding their stomachs as drinks sloshed about in their glasses. Everything was quiet, but then Denmark opened his mouth.

"So every so often I picture Norway in one of my shirts and I get a raging hard-on."

All eyes looked to the Dane before they turned to the other across the room, eyes locking on Norway's flushed face and crumpling composure.

And that's what brings us to the present day.

Norway sighed as he looked down at the red shirt he was wearing. It was buttoned almost the whole way to the top, leaving the top few to hang open as the Dane's favorite black tie (yes, the one with the little Danish flag at the bottom) hung opened around his neck.

Though the Dane was a bit bigger than the Norwegian, the shirt wasn't terribly large on him. Yes, Denmark had muscles, but Norway wasn't exactly a twig. He had a figure that at least showed a good amount of muscle. No, he did heavy lifting also. He was nowhere close to having a woman's body.

But no matter what he did, he would never have the figure of the Dane's. The shirt still hung loosely over his body, the sleeves reaching all the way to his knuckles.

It had been months since the Dane had confessed about his secret kink. He liked it when his partner wore his clothes. Norway wouldn't complain about it. He was in the mood, and this seemed like an easy way to get into the other's pants. Pun not intended, but welcomed.

He stood in the doorway to the bedroom, his gaze moving to the door as he heard the Dane coming home from work.

"Norge? I'm home!" He called.

Norway could hear various things being placed around. Probably his briefcase to the table and his suit jacket onto the couch.

He heard footsteps move through the house and to the bedroom. "You asleep?" He heard the other say as the door swung open. Mathias' jaw instantly dropped when he saw what the other was wearing.

"Norge?" He started, his eyes still drawn to the shirt around Norway's body.

"Dane?"

"Bed. Now."

/A/N/

A lot of headcanons are in this one.

I'm worried about what people will say for my headcanon on Norway's body, but... Well, Carpe diem! This is my drabble and my story! You don't have to like what I do .