Ok, so I've been getting pestered about "why DenNor again?" or "I want NorIce". I'll be really blatantly to the point (as opposed to what?). I was dared to write a fanfic based on my least favorite pairing. Which is DenNor. So look guys, we have something in common. Ok? So please! Stop with "make it NorIce". I'm toying with the idea of making an "alternate ending" type thing (feat. NorIce) after the whole main dare part is done. Ok? Ok. Yeah. Sorry for the rant. It's just been bugging me that people have been bugging me about what to write... I mean, I write for fun, not to get yelled at for not writing what the audience wants (although now that I say it, it would make more sense for me to make it NorIce) but that's besides the point! Please, I beg of you. I don't care if you stop reading because of this little rant here (ok I do... just a bit... ok maybe a bit more than a bit...) But whatever. Sorry if this isn't what you were looking for. So please read, review, favorite, and enjoy. But stop telling me to make it not DenNor.

His stupid kiss was sloppy and inexperienced, and his lips were rough and chapped. Now that I think about it, he kept licking his lips… But… For now, I need to get him off me.

I push him away and sit back up. "What the hell was that for?"
"Nothing." He smiled his stupid smile again.
"Are you happy now?" I sighed. "I should have figured. Why couldn't you just tell me? At least… At least have the decency to tell me that you're going to kiss by force."
He didn't say anything for a while, probably thinking of a reply. "Why didn't you tell Ice, then?"
"Because he's my brother."
"Yeah, we're all like bro—"
"NO. He's my real brother. Not some made up bros like us just because we're the 'Nordic Five.'"

With that, he stopped talking. After a few moments of awkward silence, he spoke up.

"I love you."
"And I don't."
"Why?"
"Because I love Ice more," I wanted to say. But I didn't.
"Because you're annoying. And loud. And you're always a nuisance." It wasn't a lie or anything. It just wasn't completely truthful. That's still not lying. Is it?
"I'll change." He was dead serious. His sapphire eyes stared into mine.
"W-what?" I stammered.
"If I have to change to be with you. I'll change. I'll be quiet. And not irritating. I'll do anything if it'll mean I'll always be with you."

What do I do? Did he just ask me out?

"…Sorry. You alright?" he asks me.
"Get out."
"No, I'm sor—"
"Get. Out. Now. And not a word about it, you hear?"
He nods as he gets off the bed and walks to the door. He unlocks it, opens it, then steps out, making sure to close the door behind him.

What do I do? I don't even like him. I hate him. There's no way he li—… loves me. It's just a joke. Some joke that he and Ice and Svi and Fin came up with while I was gone. It has to be set up. There's no way. No way. It can't be.

I go down the stairs to see Ice sitting at the table eating licorice. For lunch? Whatever. He's there, alone. That's all I need.

I sit down in my seat at the table, which is conveniently right next to him. I look at him, he looks back at me. The only thing I can hear are his chewing and my own heart beat, ringing in my ears. Why is my heart beating so fast?

"Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?" I ask, hoping my nervousness isn't showing in my voice. I think it was.
"Hmm?" He looks up from his plate of licorice.
"What happened yesterday? After I stormed out? Especially Denmark."
"Oh, not much. We hung around the house for a while. Fin did some more work in preparation for Christmas, and Svi started on Fin's new sled. I was with Puffin most of the time, and I think Denmark went out for a walk or something. I don't remember. Why, did you see him?" He said the last part with a smile, which was rare. Ice? Smiling? Hah, right.
"N-no, I didn't see him. Then what happened?"
"Let's see… Denmark came home around three or four. He looked pretty blue, but we didn't pay much attention. He went to bed straight from there, and so I didn't see him for the rest of the day. Svi kept botherin' Fin about the details of the sled. I'm not really sure what Fin was doing all day, but I was just eating some licorice, watching TV, and getting annoyed by Puffin. What were you doing?"

I was surprised that Denmark didn't tell him. Or maybe he did, and Ice is just acting dumb… In any case, I didn't want to tell him what really happened yesterday. He'd probably hate me for it. But if I wanted any chance of having him love me back like I love him, I'd have to tell him.

"After storming out? Well, I just went for a walk, decided to stay a night at England's place, although France was there too, um… And I came home this morning."
"Why didn't you just come home last night?"

Of course. There's the question. Why? To avoid them all. But…
I sighed.

"I mean, it was 'just a walk,' right?"

Jeez, stop pressuring me.

"That's what I need to talk to you about."

He seemed puzzled, nonetheless. "What?"

"I didn't want to come home because I was afraid to see you. I thought Denmark told you something that I should have told you myself. That's why I didn't come home."

His brows furrowed. "Denmark told me what?"
I forgot. He never did tell.
"I love you."
"I love you too," he replied.
"Y-you do?" I was surprised. I was about to say something when I realized that I'd gone through this before. Maybe this was a dream again, and I'll wake up in a few moments…

"Of course I do! You're my brother! You may be really persistent about having me call you 'big brother' but that doesn't change the fact that I love you as my brother."

Right. Brotherly love. Not really what I'm looking for. Why doesn't he get it? Anyhow, it was now or never.

"C-can I… kiss… you?" After whispering the last part, I realized it was probably the wrong approach. Why, oh, why, am I such an idiot?
"W-what?"
Darn. I was honestly hoping for the "I guess" and my dream to continue…

"Never mind," I muttered, hiding my face.

"N-no, I meant… Why? Wait, what did you… Whatever. Why is that such a big thing? I mean, you always kissed me when I was a kid, at least, those good night kisses... You were so sweet and nice to me when I was little. Not pestering me as much… Whatever. I was just wondering why you wanted me to kiss you. I mean, we're adults now and all. Jeez. Here."

He lifted my chin with his right hand and looked at me straight into my dull blue eyes with those shiny violet ones of his. Ah, why am I blushing? Stop… Stop blushing…

"Just like you used to." He whispered, planting a small gentle kiss on my forehead. Oh, the memories…

My friend who dared me would probably kill me for this scene, since this is totally not my "least favorite pair" (total honesty: reason I did DenNor is because I love NorIce so much; I didn't want Den to come in and wreck it all). But this is the last of it you'll see. Happy? Anyways, sorry for ranting (how many times have I said that ._.) ANYWAYS please review. It'd be nice to see that people actually enjoy this ._.

PS- YAY title drop~ (apparently, that's what it's called... according to a friend who edits)

Until next week. Hasta la pasta.