The Norwegian Diaries (Because Den told me to) Chapter 1
I couldn't believe my ears. Did Denmark, the love of my life since I was six, just ask me to marry him?! Words were lost. I just stared at his sharp blue eyes, my own wide and my mouth searching for something, anything to say. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and a hand instinctively covered my mouth.
"D-D-Denny, I..." Was this for real? Just a week ago, I was sulking around, drinking to forget, utterly heartbroken. Maybe this was just a dream. Oh sweet baby Jesus, I hope not.
He gave me this questioning but hopeful look, rather dumb-looking, but one-hundred-percent Denmark. As if he half-expected me to say no. Why in the world would I say no? I felt tears welling up in my eyes.
"Norgie, um..." He closed the velvet ring box still in my hands and looked at the ground. He really did think I was going to say no.
"Denmark, let me ask you something," I said, trying to capture his attention. He looked back up with a maybe-but-probably-not-intentional pout. I leaned in close to him and smiled. "Why in hell would you think I would ever, ever, say no?" I cupped his cheek and kissed him in the fading light of the water-coloured sky, pulled away and stared into his mesmerising blue eyes.
"D-does that mean...?" I nodded.
"Yes, it does. Mathias Køhler, representation of Denmark, I would be completely and utterly honoured to marry you." He was delighted, like a child. It was adorable. I tacked on the extra, but oh-so-true, "I love you", and we embraced. He slipped the engagement ring onto my finger. For the life of me, I could not believe what was actually happening. I had just gotten engaged. To my crush-from-forever-ago, Mathias Køhler. On the most beautiful day in May. The setting sun was normally a sight not to be missed, but this evening seemed to be especially spectacular. I felt like crying.
Denmark must've noticed the tears welling up in my eyes, because the next thing he did was look me in the eyes and say, "Norgie, are you ok? You're crying." I nodded and wiped my face with the back of my sleeve. I must've looked like a kid.
"I-I'm... Denmark, I am a million times better than ok. Do-do you know how happy I am? I... I can barely find words... Denmark, there isn't a stronger phrase than 'I love you', but if there were... I would be using it right now." Holy fuck, that was cheesy. It got a smile out of him anyway, and he tugged me close to his chest.
"As would I, Norway. As would I."
After we were done with our little love-fest in the park, we walked back home. I rubbed the ring on my finger and sighed. Today was too perfect to be true. I walked in the door and opened my mouth to announce what happened, but Sweden and Finland seemed to be having an important conversation. Hm. It seemed they were always having important conversations now. I wonder what it was about. It seemed Denmark was a little fed up, and he cleared his throat loudly. I hung on to his arm. Sweden glared at us. It seemed they were talking to a third person in our house. Who the... Greenland was playing video games with Sealand, and Iceland was leaning against a wall in the living room. I tried to think of who they could possibly be talking to.
Author's Note:
Yo! Guess who finally got around to this project?~ This chapter is a little short, admittedly, but merr. A huge thanks to my friend Sophia for pushing me to write this~