Dear Diary,
I love Norway. Have I ever said that I love Norway? Because I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him. You're probably wondering what's with the random explosion of affection. Well, that's because yesterday was our one-month anniversary. I can't believe that it's been an entire month since the guy I've been unknowingly chasing my whole life became my boyfriend.
And guess what that fucking amazing boyfriend did.
Since I need to get lots of beauty sleep to keep my dead-sexy face looking like it does, I sleep in a lot. I would've today, if there wasn't this God-awful sound coming from downstairs. It kinda sounded like when a swing set needs to be oiled, so it makes this whiney sound when you use it. Being the king that I am, I needed to defend my fortress, so I went downstairs to investigate.
When I got on the stairs, I could hear something else: Norway muttering "Shut up, shut up!" It was kind of working, because the sound did get quieter and eventually let up completely. But I was way too curious to forget about it. I tiptoed all ninja-like into the kitchen... Mathias Junior's old cage was there. Someone had brought it back up from the basement. And its door was open. And Norway was kneeling beside it, tugging on something. I got closer, and I swear I squealed/gasped like a (manly) little girl.
Norway was trying to lead a puppy into the cage.
He looked exactly like Mathias Junior. Well, except for the color of his fur. He was all black, with this big white spot on his chest. If he wasn't so big, at first glance I'd think he was a dumb ol' labrador, not a Great Dane.
It's like he knew how much I already loved him, because he stopped protesting being thrown in the cage, looked at me, and ran over so quickly that he pulled the leash right out of Norge's hands. The classic look of "Crap-I'm-fucked" on Norway's face plus having a puppy jump on me and lick my hands all over was enough to make me laugh so hard I think I cried a little. And then the combination of laughter and a bigass dog jumping on me literally knocked me onto my ass, and now the dog was licking my face. I paused laughing just long enough to ask Norway what its name was, and he muttered something about letting me name him. So I swallowed my giggles, sat up, and let the dog try to fit himself on my lap. Normally it would be too early in the morning to put on my thinking cap, but this was some serious shit.
It was as if I'd been waiting my whole life for this moment. Like I'd planned all along what I was going to name this dog. "Ringnes." Norway just stared at me, then he smiled a tiny bit and nodded.
I tried to get answers out of Norway, and although I didn't get many I'm glad I got some at all. He woke up way early to go to the shelter and pick up Ringnes. I couldn't put into words how fricking happy this whole thing made me. The dog was perfect- the best thing anyone could ever get for me. A "thank you" just wouldn't cut it, so when Ringnes got off my lap to stick his head in a bag of food, I pulled Norway onto the floor with me and kissed him right on the mouth. I held him there for a good amount of time, and guess what? I tongued him. He was blushing so bad that I could feel his face heat up, but he did the same to me in return.
Don't get me wrong, I love Ringnes a bunch. But I was kind of pissed that he hopped in between us and licked Norway's face right when the kiss was really getting steamy. I can't deny that it was pretty hilarious, though, and besides: I'd have plenty more opportunities to make out with Norway. So I sat there cracking up, leaning against Norway, and petting Ringnes all over, feeling confident that the three of us would have many years together as a real happy family.
Dear Diary,
Today was my one-month anniversary with Denmark. Has it really been that long since I started dating him? I decided to do something nice for him for once. This morning I woke up early-at what, five o' clock?- to go to the dog shelter. I felt really bad for that one time when I left the door open so Mathias Junior would run away, so I searched the shelter until I came across this Great Dane puppy. He was completely black, except for this one white spot on his chest. Okay, he was too adorable. I somehow knew that this was the dog, and I brought him home. The whole car ride he tried to get up in my face and lick me, but I put up with it until we got home. I left him in the car for a few minutes while I went to go get Mathias Junior's old cage, then attached the leash to his new collar I had bought and led him inside. He was whining, which really irritated me, and I kept having to shush him. I practically dragged him to the kitchen to the cage, attempting to tug him inside of it. This puppy was stubborn, and refused to go in the cage.
Then his ears perked up and he stared behind me at something. I turned around to see Denmark with this look on his face like, "What the hell is that?" The puppy shot across the kitchen to him, yanking the leash out of my hand (which is not a pleasant feeling). He pounced on Denmark, pushing him to the ground and licking him all over. He was laughing so hard with such pleasure, I couldn't help it. I smiled.
He stopped laughing, continuing to let the dog lick him. Then he said, "What's his name?" I paused, muttering, "You can name it." And so he did. He named it Ringnes. Yes, I loved that name. And Ringnes it was. I had to explain to him all that I had done to get this dog, and Denmark's face the whole time clearly showed his gratitude. However, when Ringnes went to go stick his head in some bag of food I brought home for him, Denmark grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me onto his lap, kissing me. I couldn't escape his embrace; not that I'd want to. Just when I thought it was getting good, he somehow managed to get my mouth open and tongue me. And I let him. And returned the favor.
Our moment was ruined when Ringnes bounded over and pushed us apart, licking me full in the face. Denmark cracked up, leaning into me as he pretty much died of laughter. Whatever. I'm sure Denmark will have plenty of chances to kiss me. As we pet Ringnes, I could already tell that he would be staying with us for a while.
~Author's Note~
Naughty Ringnes, cockblocking! XD My thoughts exactly. Why is the whole concept of Denmark and Norway bonding over a puppy so ADORABLE...Cuz. Okay, so the name Ringnes is actually after a type of beer that is made in Oslo and Copenhagen. Which we found adorable! I WANTED TO TELL THEM THAT ;A; Oh well, you always tell them stuff and sound smart. It's my turn. But you give them turtles so they like you better. I'm allowed to be the annoying smart-sounding one. ANYWAY. I spent a good few minutes like "HM. What would Denmark name a dog." And his love for beer popped into my head, so I decided to look up brands of beer made in Denmark. "Ringnes" caught my eye because it's made in Denmark AND Norway. How coupley is that?! Are we basically saying that their dog represents the beer in Denmark and Norway? We weren't... BUT NOW WE CAN.
Speaking of words. Beloved readers, something rare is occurring: we're running out of ideas! We have a very significant sequence of events planned, but we need more things to happen before those events start. So if you have any ideas- maybe historical or current events involving Denmark and/or Norway that could be made into an entry Like the butter crisis in Norway a few chapters ago- PLEASE tell! I'll give you even more turtles if you do. Plus a hula turtle; he comes with a hula skirt! And i'll try to butt out of Author's Notes! :3
So, that's all folks. Oh, and for our American fans, Happy Columbus Day! It's Columbus Day? …*is not American at heart* Why do you think we have off from school today, baka...I don't know my country's history. Shut up. You don't need to know America's history, you just need to read the school's Agenda book.
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