Cecilia - Nine months old
Wilhelm - Eight months old
Aaliyah - Eight months old
Réka - Nine months
"Nor! How can you stay here? There's no heaters and you only have that fire place! Aren't you cold at night in this shitty cabin house thing?" Denmark asked looking at his best friend who stared at him with those dull blue eyes, both now the prime age of fourteen human age wise, but steadily growing into adults but at that time they were, body wise, teenagers.
"Because it's my home. I don't need all that shit, whatever new stuff you have." Norway replied waving a hand staring down at his book and Denmark pouted softly. He had heat, instantaneous which still surprised many, and he was the Nation personified so of course he got heaters but then most people were gaining them as well in their homes. Norway, however, didn't have that no matter how many times Denmark tried to give them to him.
"But-But it's good! And here you might get frostbite in the late winter!" Denmark protested throwing his hands out like it was the argument he needed and Norway looked up at him parting his lips softly like he was about to speak then shake his head sighing. He moved his hand through his hair when he looked at Denmark full on, blues clashing with dull blues.
"I'll be fine. I've been fine for years so why are you concerned now?" Norway asked putting Denmark on the spot and he blushed at the spotlight suddenly pin pointed on him and he wriggled. Norway stood up, picking his cup up and walked to the counter where he had a tea pot on the stove he used to make coffee. He poured a new cup and, pouring a few packets and a little milk, came and sat back down.
"I'm concerned," Denmark started seeming to drag the words up now. "because you're my best friend. I care about you obviously!" Denmark threw his hands forward, towards Norway's side of the table like he was gesturing to some unseen being that that's where Norway was and he squinted at him softly.
"Uh-huh. The past years you only come when you or your boss want something from me speaking by government or political. What is it he wants now." Norway said sipping his coffee, the scalding beverage sliding down in a hot path to his stomach and Denmark then stood up surprising him just a bit but it was well hidden.
"Why do you always assume that? Sure, I've been here for my boss when he wants something to do with all that political stuff! But why can I just come here to see you?" Denmark asked walking around the table stopping just in front of Denmark, leaning against the table lightly with Norway's dull blue eyes widening softly just a touch, a break in his smooth composure. His face was then on fire before he could stop it and he blinked a few times, lips parting with quiet, shocked breathes leaving his lips.
"You-You never come to "just" see me, there's always something in it for you." Norway replied in a little mumble looking at his coffee, anything but Denmark's slightly upset face. He had no idea why but as of late there was nothing but this unspoken attraction and pull to Denmark, the other being his best friend as the Dane always proclaimed, and they'd spent lots of time together as of late and that did nothing with this pull. It was stupid and he'd fought it down for so long but here it was, scratching at him as insistent as an animal clawing at a door for out.
"Well this time I did, Nor." Denmark insisted when he stared at his friend's averted red face and found it strange but then squatted to look up at his face. It was no longer blank and emotionless but red and confused that reflected in his eyes that made Denmark blink. It was like he was seeing a different Norway, one with feelings and he felt something tighten in his chest.
"Alright." Norway replied again sipping his coffee, the hot liquid like a shock in his system and a slap in the face that distracted him beautifully. Then he flinched when fingers touched his cheek softly taking him by mild surprise again and he looked up at Denmark again. "What do you want, Denmark?"
Denmark seemed to consider this for a few moments before tugging Norway up, their heights just bare inches apart, Norway being just one or two inches shorter but there wasn't much difference seen at first but he saw it now. He then felt fingers teasing his curl making his blush flame hot like gasoline being thrown into a wild fire that raked over his body and he slapped the hand away. Denmark then smiled pleasantly and slid an arm around Norway's waist making the teen blush profusely as his eyes narrowed on Denmark's, panic beating where his heart should be.
"What do I want. Such a simple question but what I'm doing, what I want to do, isn't simple." Denmark mumbled while tightening his arm around Norway and then let their foreheads thump together and he smiled softly. "I want to kiss you, Lukas."
"Hey!" Norway snapped when he was pulled much closer and their pelvis's pressed together tightly and he couldn't breath for a moment. He held onto his shirt tightly, fingers twisting into the fabric tightly and he stared at Denmark's almost smug face and he felt his face burning in a never ending blush. His careful emotionless face was cracked and showing through like a facade breaking.
"I want to kiss you, Lukas, whether you want too or not but from this face I can tell you do~."Denmark purred softly sliding his other arm up Norway's back to the ends of his hair and tilted his head back with careful movements with his hair. Norway wanted to protest but some part of him was rendering him silent, for this moment, and he let out a breath when their lips pressed together. He gasped wildly against Denmark's mouth as he held his shirt so tight his knuckles turned white and Denmark lifted him putting him on the table as their kiss became a wild thing, a thing of it's own, and he gasped continuously giving life to this kiss it seemed.
And holy shiiiii-
"Mamma!" He jerked up right catching the end of his light snore he must have had going, his hair mussed up crazily and drool on his chin, that faint throbbing of desire still singing through his veins but it was exiting thankfully. Sven and Abel both stood there, staring at him and he rubbed his eyes hard and tiredly.
"What is it?" Norway asked in a tired mumble, yawning loudly, then dropped his hands into his lap staring at his children in response. Abel then smiled brightly throwing his arms up when Norway noticed they were both in their pajamas still making his eyes narrow.
"No school!" Abel shouted excitedly, or with as much excitement as a six year old could hold, and smiled brightly. "Snow day!"
His gaze drifted to his eleven year old who smiled softly and nodded. "Snow day." He echoed his brother in a much calmer way like his mother and Norway blinked. "Dad's downstairs making breakfast right now."
"So, that would make it about seven in the morning? And where is Nikolai?" Norway questioned in his sleep slurred voice swinging his legs over the side of the bed and looked at both his sons, one of which beamed at him and he reached out ruffling his hair lovingly. "Is he with Papa?"
"Ja!" Abel jumped when he shouted the word and Norway stood up smiling when he ruffled his hair again. Abel giggled and leaned up into the hand happily, enjoying hair ruffles when they came his way and he reacted like his father, which was like an affection starved puppy.
"Alright," Norway actually chuckled out softly when he stretched his arms above his head and groaned. "Go and tell Papa I'm going to be in the shower, I'll be down for breakfast in just a few minutes and take over children watch if he has work."
"Okay!" They both exclaimed the word, Sven and Abel's voice just overlapping cutely, before they both took off leaving Norway standing there. He moved his hands through his hair and chuckled loudly to himself now and walked to their adjoining bathroom.
A private one as they called it and turned the shower on listening to the water burst out of the shower head. He yawned loudly then feeling tears prick on his eye lashes, slightly hating how he'd been woken up but was pulling his pajama shirt off and followed it with the rest of his clothing. He walked to the shower and stuck his hand underneath it and felt the heat before climbing in. He closed his eyes and zoned while under the water, lightly swaying on his feet as he soaked up the hot water enjoying it more than he'd ever admit out loud. He then opened his eyes after a moment as he was scrubbing the soap into his hair.
Why did he have that dream with that particular memory? He had no idea but it'd embedded a sense of longing in his bones that he couldn't truly grasp and understand, like a fish that kept swimming just out of reach over and over. It was frustrating and Norway hated it desperately so he focused on scrubbing the hell out of his skin and rubbing his hair so fierce he swore he'd rip it out but it all felt clean when he got out, if not just a tiny bit tingly. He patted himself dry and rubbed his hair. He wrapped ti around his hips and walked out into the bedroom, pulling on new boxers that were the colors of his flag, a pair of black jeans and one of Denmark's large dark shirts that was just a size bigger than his slender frame and hung to just above his thighs like a little dress. Just because he wanted to be lazy today.
He walked out into the hallway, his hair damp and lightly dripping a few times on the shirt. He heard Abel and Nikolai shrieking with laughter, Sven even laughing and Denmark making strange, gurgling noises and growls that made him smile. He walked down the wooden stairs softly, listening to them creak only a few times, before he made it to the bottom of the stairs.
He walked towards the kitchen, not a far walk in the slightest bit, and stood in the doorway raising a brow looking in on the commotion of chaotic laughter that was his family.
Denmark would watch Sven flip a pancake and then pretend to be taken aback, stumbling backwards against the wall gasping and holding his heart, which would make Abel and Nikolai shriek with laughter at the expressions he'd make. Norway watched this for a few moments before walking into the room with Denmark's blue eyes lighting up on his and he smiled.
"Godmorgen, Lukas!" Denmark then straightened rushing over to Norway and, affectionately, kissed his temple happily. It was a thing he and Denmark did every morning, for as long as Norway remembered for them being in a relationship, and he smiled.
"Godmorgen, Mathias." Norway replied not putting up a resistance and then looked down, shrugging out of his hug to pick up Nikolai when he rushed at Norway's legs and he plopped him on his hip. "And godmorgen to you, Nikolai."
"Mamma!" He chirped which was really one of the more known words he knew and Norway was thankful for it. He tapped his mother's cheek happily with his chubby hand as he bounced happily in his arms. Like his cousin, Aili, his hair had once been a pale hair promising to either be his father's or mother's shade of blonde had actually settled on a medium blonde, the color between Norway's and Denmark's. "Mamma!"
"Hi, baby." Norway murmured pressing his lips against the top of his head and he then sat at the table, Nikolai doing his cute baby babble as he played with Norway's hand and Denmark, holding a plate filled with pancakes, set them on the table and Sven along with Abel sat in their seats. Denmark then sat down after grabbing the butter and syrup. "Pancakes today?"
"Yeah, I feel like being simple today so pancakes it is! After all, no matter where you go, everyone loves pancakes!" Denmark replied brightly when he settled in his seat and began dishing out pancakes on everyone's plate and Norway buttered his, poured syrup and cut them up so he could eat and feed Nikolai little pieces of pancake.
"True." Norway sighed but smiled softly looking at Denmark who beamed as if proud of his cooking skills. Everyone seemed to tear into the pancakes, ravenous, and even Nikolai was eating his pieces quick and happily but Norway knew he'd need to be fed soon enough. He leaned back after finishing his pancakes and sighed with Abel giggling and finishing up eating with Sven standing up with his plate.
"Hey, why don't you kids take Nikolai out to play in the snow while we still have it." Denmark suggested then as he stood up, grabbing Norway's and Abel's plates and walked to the sink."It'll be fun! Three brother's playing out in the snow!"
"Okay, Dad, I know when you're telling us to get out so you can have that oh so precious "adult time" that we all know you want to have with Mom." Sven stated with a playful sigh, sounding so much like Norway he felt a shiver run down his spine but grinned nonetheless when Denmark ruffled his eldest sons hair.
"Nothing gets past you, does it?" Denmark asked when Abel laughed and Sven then was handed Nikolai, swinging him on his hip as easily as his mother and father would and the three boys disappeared to go outside to play. Norway then looked up at Denmark who looked back at him and smiled softly as he then stood up to get some coffee. "Can you believe we have kids let alone three boys?"
"I know. Sometimes it seems impossible when I first wake in the morning and it's quiet but then I go down to see the three of them watching cartoons on the TV and it's just...nice." Norway admitted as he made his coffee, the same way he had for as long as he could remember, and sat back at the table. "I'd love to have had a girl but you know boys have our hands full."
"I know!" Denmark then stepped over when Norway sat down and kissed the top of his head and then rubbed his shoulders and upper arms lovingly. Norway sense no sexual intent and it warmed his chest up, either way it would have, but he smiled softly as his lashes fluttered shut briefly. "Jeg elsker dig så højt, Lukas."
Norway kept his eyes shut as the warmth in his chest made his stomach squirm and his heart thump solidly against his ribs a few times, hard and a reminder, his lungs constricting with the powerful emotion. His life was literally perfect, he was content and he got ot be surrounded by the most loving people in the world, Denmark, Sven, Abel and even the other life finally fit and he felt like he belonged to something and his family gave him so much purpose, more than any other time in his long long existence, and he opened his eyes staring down into his coffee. This morning seemed slow paced, so slow, but smiled softly when he reached up covering Denmark's hands and squeezed them softly and, while Denmark couldn't see, let his soft smile turn into a wide happy one. It was a smile typically seen on Sven or able, just radiate and full of warmth it made the heart constrict.
"Jeg elsker deg også, Mathias."
