I Didn't Know I was Pregnant: DenNor

How can a man not know he was pregnant? With no weight gain, no cravings, and no symptoms. This is a true story of a man going into labor without knowing he was ever pregnant.

Norway glared at his lover. In this instant, he hated the fact that he had been married to him at one point in time. He hated that he was considering marrying him again. But most of all, he hated that he couldn't stay mad at Denmark. Especially because he had an annoying headache, his back hurt, his stomach kept on getting this God-awful pain every now and then, and Denmark's idiocy was definitely NOT helping. With a bored look, Norway deadpanned, "Shut up, anko."

Denmark pouted. "What if I don't wanna," he asked teasingly. "What if I just want to tell you how much I love you? I mean, who the hell doesn't want to here that from me? I'm freaking awesome!"

The loudness if the Dane's voice just made Norway's headache throb more. "Shut up, your voice is annoying." A pain shot across the Norwegian's stomach and, as a stimulus, he clutched it – he didn't, however, want to grunt in pain and make his predicament obvious to Denmark, but would you guess what Norway did? Just that.

"Nor, you okay," the Dane asked hesitantly, placing a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

Getting up from his seat, the Norwegian mumbled, "M'fine, leave me alone." Off he walked and into their bedroom, Denmark staring at the cross-clip all the while.

Right before Norway slammed the door, the Dane was able to shout, "You can tell the awesome me anything!" Denmark sighed – something was wrong with Norway, but the guy wouldn't tell him what! It was just so frustrating. Sighing again, the 'King of Northern Europe' decided just to sleep on it.

Sleep did not come easy to the Norwegian. Instead of the pains fading like he had hoped, they got worse. Denmark took notice of this. "Norge," the Dane addressed him, "Are you positive that you're alright?"

"I'm fine," was the breathless reply that came without missing a beat.

Denmark bit his lip and watched his love tremble in pain for another moment before getting up and calling the doctor. "Why did you do that," Norway asked after the call ended. "I said I'm perfectly fine."

"Hell you are," was the reply.


Great, juuust great, the doctor thought. Get on a flight to Europe. Now. All for that damn, snarky guy who has the political standing of Norway. I need sleep too! Sighing, they got out of the cab and walked up to the house and let themselves in. If the Nordic couple wanted them, they were invited in – especially when it was three A.M. back home.

The doctor followed the sounds of pain and, when they had found the room, made their presence known. "What seems to be the problem?"

Deciding to pull a joke, Denmark replied, "Norway was pregnant so now he's gone into labor." This comment received a smack upside the head.

Taking the joke as seriousness, the doctor looked through their bag and found what they were looking for. "Ah, what a nice manual, dontcha think," the doctor asked rhetorically. "My old professor gave it to me, in case I forgot training. It's a manual on how to give birth! So convenient."

Needless to say, Denmark was laughing his ass off. Wiping a tear from his face, the Dane asked, "You're funny. What's your name, Doc?"

The doctor smiled. "Ethnic. Doctor I. M. Ethnic."

The laughter stopped short. Catiously, Denmark asked, "Are you serious?"

"Completely," Dr. Ethnic assured.

"What's the 'I' and 'M' stand for?"

Before the doctor could answer, Norway butt-in. "Would somebody please take the pain away," he asked, face as blank as ever.

Turning back to the patient, Dr. Ethnic set to work, still taking the pregnancy thing for truth. "Um," Denmark said, "The awesome me was just kidding when I said Norge was in labor."

Dr. Ethnic looked back up to the Dane, absolutely confused. "What are you talking about?" The doctor shook their head in disappointment, waving off anything Denmark was going to say. "If Norway isn't in labor, mind explaining why the child is already crowning?" Without waiting for a reply, they tried to calm Norway as best as they could.

"Wait… what?"

"Hmm… what was that? Oh, yes!" The doctor paused. "Don't name your kid 'Irony Means.' It's such a horrible name, and they'll go through years of humiliation and no one would dare to make friends with the weirdo and what not." Dr. Ethnic took on a deadly glare - if looks could kill, this would be it.

After a second, Denmark was finally able to get out, "Sure."


Juki Kari Densen was just having the most wonderful time of her life. Talking to trolls, what could be better? Talking to trolls with her best friend, that's what!

"Seriously, Juki, I don't see anything there," Roddy said.

Juki scowled. "What do you mean? This one is a giant! How can you not see them, Roddy?"

Roderich (junior)'s response was cut short when his mother called, telling them both that Norway had shown up to take Juki home. "Yeah, yeah, mom," was the reply. Roddy turned back to Juki. "How about this, when I throw my frying-pan, we'll see if it hits something. If it does, I'll believe you." Taking aim, Roddy let go, hoping for the best.

The frying-pan stopped flying in midair. Frowning, the girl turned back to her friend. "You made the troll mad. Now I won't see her in forever because of you."

Roddy was, however, grinning. "I believe you now, Juki! Be glad." He picked up the frying-pan to find out that it was bent. "But that thing hurt Fry. Do you know how long it took me to save up? Now gone to waste!"

"Juki," the children heard Norway call. "I'm leaving with out without you."

"Without me, please," was her reply. Sighing, Norway grabbed his daughter's arm and stomped off. She pouted. "Aw, mor, can't I stay?"

Sighing again, Norway deadpanned, "You're just like Denmark."

The girl grinned at that.

A couple of hours later, Juki was acting the complete opposite. Mostly because she was around her far. "Far," she addressed Denmark, "you're voice is annoying." The girl gave him a classic blank look.

Denmark pouted. "Is that anyway to treat me?"

"Yes."

The Dane rolled his eyes and replied, "You're just like Norway."

Again, the girl smiled.

A/N: Don't hate me for being late. And Bookworm24061, the doctor has been named now. Hahahaha. Is it a boy or is it a girl? Mwhahahaha. :) Mor (Danish) = mother Far (Norwegian) = father. And, um, I read somewhere that "Densen" is a possible last name for Denmark, so... Juki is pronounced as Yuki, and Kari is KAH-reh. And, um, I hope I didn't fail at DenNor... Yeah, bye.