Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. DenNor, they woke up married.
Sitting on the other side of the table, arms crossed, the Norwegian completely ignored the ring on his finger in order to glare at the Dane in front of him. While his eyes were cold, the rest of his expression, however, was blank.
"So…" Denmark hesitantly started, waving his own hand, also with a ring, in between them. "Marriage?" It was obvious that he wanted to say more, continue blabbering as usual, but Norway simply continued glaring and right then, that seemed to be all that was needed to shut him up.
They continued in that vein for a good twenty minutes before his new husband couldn't take it any longer and, rather depressively so, muttered something about 'divorce' and 'not married anymore' as well as 'happy'.
Norway wasn't sure what it was Dan had been trying to say, probably something about getting a divorce, nor did he honestly care - he was still stuck trying to figure out how this had happened. He knew he was a flirt when he got drunk but… Marriage? And while he'd love to have blamed the idea on Dan, he could vaguely remember being the one to pop that thrice-damned question.
Damn it all, he'd gone and asked Denmark to marry him.