Prussia had slept over again, but waking up this morning was a lot smoother considering they had been bothered to set up another bed instead of them (completely platonically) sleeping together. Of course the rest of the day wouldn't go so smoothly, but that was at least expected.
"I was right," Prussia stated bluntly. "Your pancakes do suck ass."
"Only when I pay them," Denmark muttered in reply, chewing his own rubbery breakfast. Or maybe it was just his persistent blocked nose making them taste like that; then again, according to Prussia it wasn't.
"You must be broke by now then since you don't have little Norway around to do it for you." Denmark groaned and put his head on the table.
"Don't talk about it. I haven't seen him in over a week now." Prussia snorted, jabbing the blonde with his fork.
"Get over it ya pansy; I don't see Mattie for a month sometimes but I don't act like a big baby," in front of people. "I'm just the master at long distance relationships." He proclaimed proudly.
"But this isn't long distance! It's short distance but I still don't get to see him!" Denmark proclaimed, waving his arms agitatedly.
"Jesus, if you're so hung up about it then why haven't you opened another of those boxes yet?" Prussia asked, chewing slowly on his 'ass-cake'.
"Becauseā¦" 'I forgotā¦' "Because you were demanding breakfast." He poked his tongue out at the German and went to grab the 9th box. This one was a flat rectangle, only about an inch tall. He flicked off the lid and found a photo frame, face down. He pulled it out and flipped it over, eyes becoming glued to what he saw.
Prussia looked up again at his friend when he didn't hear any noises. All he saw was Denmark standing there, staring at the gift with a dumb grin on his face. "Oi, what is it? A photo?" He got up to go and look, but Denmark quickly hugged it to his chest.
"Nope!" He chimed. "This is for my eyes only~"
"What? What is it? It can't be porn or you'd be jerking off already." Prussia lunged for it only to have Denmark pull it away. He tried again and again, missing each time. The Dane laughed and darted out of the room, only stopping in the doorway to taunt Prussia. "Geez what's with you? It's too damn early to be running around anyway."
"I'm not gonna let you see it~" He sung happily. "Something as rare as this should be kept close and private." Gilbert glared.
"Fine, be a dick." He stood and chucked his plate into the sink. "I'm stealing your shower then I'm getting' out of here. If you're gonna be a sentimental pansy I'm gonna go see my own boyfriend." Denmark shrugged, returning to looking at the picture.
"Sure whatever." The Prussian left the room, leaving the blonde alone with his now prized possession. Norway was staring back at him from the frame, face looking as beautiful as Denmark always imagine it. His expression was mysterious and distant, but also undeniably happy. The muscles of his face were relaxed except for a few in his cheeks, tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Denmark wasted the rest of the day away and now that night had fallen he thankfully curled up in his own bed. There were no other noises in the house, with Prussia having flown out in the late morning. Just Denmark alone now. He took one last long look at the photo frame he had received, taking in the entire image and devoting it to memory, before setting it down on his bedside table.
"Goodnight Norge." He said quietly, turning off the lights. Through the darkness, he could still feel Norway smiling over him.
