Hetalia-Axis Powers! - A Laughing Experience
Pairing: DenNor
Summary: Norway isn't a smiling type. Denmark was not entertained. Who knew he would find Norway's pet peeve. /TICKLE FIC\\\/
Rated T for some yaoi, swearing, and a seke Norway
Roleplay Based-~ (AN:/ My roleplays are always in lit, I can't stand script, so no worries, broski, I think you'll enjoy this little fic. I expect it to be two or three chapters long~~^
(SECOND AN:/ Thanks for the comments ^.^ I feel special! Lurkinginbushes Thanks for requests, I love getting requests ^.^ I'll create the Italy/Romano fic for ya, can you PM me for more details hun?~~^
Enjoy~~~~~
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Denmark made a small yelp and winced as Norway's large ten pound dictionary fell on his foot. Norway raised a brow at the taller blonde blankly.
"Did it hurt?" Norway asks, picking up his dictionary off the ground. Denmark, being the idiot he was, stands up quickly and grins, saluting playfully and shakes his head, but by the way his teeth clenched too tightly, it was a lie.
The librarian glared at them lightly, already irritated. Denmark always makes too much noise at the library, even though there was no reason to be there, only to be with Norway. Or annoy him, in Norway's case.
Knowing his "mission", Norway leaves the library, knowing that if he left, Denmark would follow and the people in there could read in peace.
"Norge, wait up!" Laughed Denmark, catching up easily despite his hurt foot. Norway kept the same pace, shivering as a few snowflakes drop from the sky. "…." He lets out a breath, seeing the warm fog coming out of his warm mouth and dispersing in the air. "Why do you need a big dictionary like that?"
"I have to use," Norway answers blankly. He glances up at Denmark, who was sticking out his tongue to catch stray snowflakes, and must have caught one since he jumped up happily. And slipped on some ice. Norway stops walking and turns around to look down at him. "You okay?"
Denmark nods and stands, still sticking out his tongue. "I bith ith whun I feil," he says, and it took Norway a moment before he understood what he said.
"You bit your tongue?" he asks, hugging the book close to his chest, blankly looking up at the taller blonde.
Denmark nods, still having his tongue sticking out. He notices Norway shivering. "Are you cold?"
Norway doesn't respond after a while. "It's not warm outside," he says, and if someone knew him well enough, it was Denmark who found the rare sarcasm in Norway's tone of voice.
Denmark laughs cheerily. "Duh," he says, grinning toothily. "Why are we walking home in the snow?'
"It was not snowing when I got here… go to your own house," Norway said, now realizing of his follower.
"They're in the same direction!"
"Then stick to your own direction."
Denmark pouts and slows his pace so that he's walking behind Norway. He looks around everywhere.
At the sky.
At the ground.
At the side.
At the other side.
Behind him.
Then repeats the cycle, not having anything better to do. The scenery would have been nice. But everything was just white and covered with the snow from the previous nights. The clouds above were even a nice smooth white mass covering the whole sky as he could see, and the snow was covering the ground, and the trees. Snow always came early this time of year.
He looked in front of him, seeing Norway walking his regular pace, the wind passing gently through his hair, how his hips slightly swayed in his walk…
Denmark walked speechless, staring at Norway's ass. And a bright blush on his cheeks. "!"
It took him this long… to finally find out… how much Norway looked like a girl from behind. He started to snicker, covering his mouth, and looking at the ground innocently when Norway turned his head lightly to glance at him.
Denmark suddenly had a menacing smile curved on his lips, and he reached forward.
Norway drops his dictionary, startled at the unexpected touch, and tried to turn out of Denmark's grip, laughing helplessly.
Denmark keeps tickling Norway's sides, grinning widely and playfully at the smaller one's reactions to his touch, pulling him closer to himself to keep him more restrained. Norway keeps struggling and laughing, tears brimming in the corner of his eyes. "St-ohaha-op!" he exclaims repeatedly through restless chortles and laughs. He leans against Denmark, trying to get his hands away from his sides.
Laughing, Denmark stops and Norway goes limp against him, breathing in deep gulps of breaths and catching his breaths. "Oh…" he says breathlessly. "Oh.. j-jeez.." He wipes his tears, still breathing heavily, "You idiot,"
Denmark grins and picks up Norway's dictionary from the ground. "You dropped this, but if you want it, you have to catch me!" he dashes off.
Norway blinks, and pastes his regular stoic on his facial expression and keeps walking that direction. They lived in the same direction, he won't waste his breath running.
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"Out. Of my house," Norway says, looking at Denmark tiredly. It was late at night, and Denmark would not leave him alone.
Denmark grins. "But the party is just getting started," he rests his head on Norway's lap. "Why don't you just got to sleep then?"
Norway bumps up his knee and Denmark falls off the couch. "You're probably eat all the food. Again. Like last week."
Denmark props his feet on the cushion next to Norway, lying on the ground. "I was hungry though, and you kicked me out,"
"And you snuck in again, eating all the food in my fridge and watching television on high volume." Norway huffs lightly, knowing the taller blonde wouldn't leave.
"So can I stay?" Denmark grins. Norway pokes his foot, to get it off of him.
"I don't care," I shrugs, noticing Denmark's twitch. Not even deciding to experiment, and hooks his arm around Denmark's ankle and starts to tickle his foot, dragging his fingertips around quickly.
Denmark's boisterous laughter filled the house as he squirmed around, grinning widely.
Norway, feeling amused, but didn't show it, kept tickling the older one's foot, not really showing any mercy, considering he wanted to get back at the other for tickling him first.
So technically, it was Denmark's own fault he was being tickled. He started this, and Norway was going to end it.
His mind wandered off, and he jumped when a hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him down on the ground.
Panting, Denmark, faced him, smiling deviously, and tickled Norway in the stomach and sides, sitting on his lap to keep the younger, and obviously weaker one, from trying to get away. Now Norway's laughter filled his home, his head shaking and his chest puffing in and out for breath.
Seeing Norway's face get too red, he stops to give him a break. He notices he was literally on top of the shorter one.
Denmark's face flushes. Norway had his eyes closed, still panting for breath, an exhausted look on his face. He looked like as if.. he just had finished with… some… sex. That's what it looked like. And again, Denmark's thought was how erotic it was.
It was so erotic, that Denmark couldn't help but feel the bulge in his own pants. How turned on he was with seeing Norway so "aroused" as he thought he was.
He bends now, and presses his lips on the younger one, holding his head gently, and pulling him into a full liplock. He could feel Norway's face get warm under his, and the frailer arm wrapping around his neck, for a more warmer and deeper kiss.
Norway pulls back after a mere five minutes, gasping for more breath. "O-oh jeez.."
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(AN:/ DONE WITH THIS ONE! AGAIN THANK FOR SUPPORT! Haha~ broski, again, I'm open for more tickle!fics!Hetalia requests ;) Love you all R&R for more, and I'd love for some ideas! PLEEEEASE! XDD lawlawlawl)