Hey! I have the 2nd Arc... It's all about America and Denmark facing the challenges their family made for the other... It's weird to write them as a couple though...being so used to five chapters of writing how they couldn't admit their feelings .
Russia's here since he is actually a close friend of Denmark, even though the Dane gets jealous plus Canada told him
Anyway, I'm using my friend's take on the Philippines.
It's actually good. I'm using the female one: art/Hetalia-Firi-san-and-Firi-nii-chan-377070364
it's more on the funny side...I hope
Anyway: Tei-Tei- Matthias...Ma-tey-yas
*KNOCK**KNOCK**KNOCK*
"Come on Tei-Tei! I need to shower right now…like RIGHT NOW!" huffed an Impatient American, wearing nothing but his sweat pants hanging seductively low on his toned hips and ass.
"Give me one more minute, kærlighed" cooed his Danish boyfriend behind the other door.
"Honestly, why did you have to take the shower first? Why couldn't we just shower together like we always do?" whined America trying to sound as cute as possible.
"Because…" The door opened. Denmark stepped out of the Bathroom. He had a towel to dry his hair while another one was clinging to his hips poorly. "Today, it is the utmost importance that we won't be late!" He rubbed the smaller towel against his damp hair. America looked at the awesome body his boyfriend had. I mean, both of them had an awesome body, but he was his lover after all. His body was paler than the young American and had a bit of scars here and there…the largest was the one that crossed his left shoulder to the middle of his chest.
"We could've showered together and still finish fast" pouted the American. Just then, The Dane grabbed him by the hips and pulled him closer into a big, not suggestive, hug. "You know that we'd fool around for hours if we ever did that" he smiled letting his still damp hair brush against the other nation's neck.
"Well that's what I wanted!" cheered the American his feet off the ground as he hugged his boyfriend back.
"Nope. I'm finished, you're not…go and clean yourself up, this day is too important! It's like…mount Olympus big! Remember?" the Dane emphasized.
"*sigh* Fine then!" he waved his boyfriend off, but not before pulling his pants down a bit showing his lightly-tanned round globes. He winced in surprise when he felt a towel whip his ass.
"hurry up, Alfie!" teased 'Tei-Tei', winking at his lover who was massaging his ass. Damn, Denmark could look at that ass all day.
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The rather large combined Tokyo pent house apartment was silent except for the sound of clanging pots and pans, a knife on a chopping board, eggs cracking, and oil sizzling.
"hey, Tei-Tei, where do you put your cheese?" asked Alfred.
"It's in the fridge, Alfie!" answered Matthias who was chopping up some cold Danish ham. He heard the fridge close, so his young lover must've found the cheese. He then started cooking some Danish sausage he'd been curing for some time now. The aroma filled the whole room.
"Mmmm…smells awesome, dude!" chimed America. Denmark looked at America's dish.
"Hey, wat'cha cookin' their?" he pointed at the porcelain bowl with some undercooked bacon on top.
"Oh, breakfast casserole. It has some of Pearl's chicken eggs, Germany's potatoes, oh yeah could you toast some of Italy's bread?" smiled the American. "Sure, Mr. chef" he patted America's hair and kissed his forehead.
(*Pearl-Philippine's nickname. Philippines AKA the Pearl of the orient seas)
America placed his casserole in the Oven…It wasn't his typical breakfast but he wanted to do something special while he was around.
It's been like three weeks since the whole incident happened. Turns out that Russia wasn't obsessed with him and said his proper apologies…although they couldn't understand why he couldn't have done it more subtly. Since then, they've wasted a day to try and connect their apartments. Another day was spent to get to know each other better. A day of lounging in the apartment. A whole week of playing in arcades. A whole week of Drama. Yeah… and now, they had to face their biggest hurdle yet. The only nations who knew anything about their frustrating past was Canada and Norway. So it was only natural when…
"What the…S-since when?" stammered England.
"Um…a week ago" answered the bigger Dane. He didn't expect them to be touchy.
"Simmer down, l'amour" said the French man while he rubbed his partner's shoulders. "Anyway, how long did you have feelings for each other, monsieur Danemark"
Denmark looked inquisitively, furrowing his eyebrows while playing with his boyfriend's hand like he always did to let his lover know that he was kinda uncomfortable or nervous. "O-over a century" he blurted out.
"So why has Denmark-sama took this long to do anything…this is a most troubling sign" Kiku cut in.
"You too?" the Dane blushed.
"G-guys, could you please stop, eh?" America's brother started defending them.
"Right, aren't you happy for them?" added the small Philippines. She turned around to face the couple. "However, I would pretty much appreciate it if Kuya Denmark would agree to screening" she smiled widely.
"S-sure" he answered, playing with America's hands faster.
The Nordic household fared a bit better…it was weird that Russia was there.
"No way! You two have been crushing for a hundred years?" smiled Finland. "And to think that I thought Denmark and Norway were already dating" he added patting down on America's tense shoulders.
"It is hard to believe…da?" interjected a Russian.
"GAH! Why are you here, Ivan?" asked a surprised American. He hugged his boyfriend tighter.
"oh, Lyubo-I mean Canada said about Denmark's screening so I am here to offer my services for your screening" he smiled innocently.
"yes! We won't just let anybody to take care of our brother" said Ice rudely.
"Shut it! We don't have to go through the rite of passage, America. You two can go now" said Norge. 'Rite of passage?' America looked at his boyfriend who looked very worried, gripping his hips tighter and nestling his head onto the American's shoulder deeper. America got nervous, he startled to comb the other blonde's messy hair with his fingers in a fast pace. He was now freaking out.
"but, it is our way, brother!" the Icelandic teen clenched his fist.
"I agree with Norway, it's just silly, Ice!" the Finnish man went to Norge's side.
"Stop it! 'll be th' j'dge 'f that!" interrupted the Scary Sweden. He edge closer to America inspecting him. He pulled his arms and flexed them "Hmm… y're n't ov'rw'ght" he pushed his stomach and America didn't flinch "Y're m're t'lerant th'n I thought" and then he looked straight into America's eyes. The young nation wasn't embarrassed but more of curious.
The Swede stood up and gave a long sigh. "I see th't ya don't h've a lack in intelleg'nce!"
"Yup! That's my boyfriend!" Denmark smiled hugging his American love tighter. Did America pass?
"You are fit for the rite of passage." Sve said. Ice smiled smugly, while Finland save him an I-am-so-sorry-for-the-inconvenience smile and Norway just rubbed his temples.
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The casserole was neatly placed on the right side of the round table and so were the ham, sausage, and cheese. They got out their utensils but not before America shouted 'GRACE!' They looked longingly at each other's eyes, weak smiles creeping. America sat on Denmark's lap and they hugged. They were nervous about their rites of passage…
America then slid out of the hug and was seated right next to his lover. He grabbed his lover's hand tightly and playfully gave him a spoonful of his fresh casserole. Denmark smiled once the dish touched his tongue.
"Ya know…you should…stop…faking…that you don't have *gulp* taste buds!" he said between chews. Before they were even a couple, Denmark was one of the few who had truly taste what America could cook. He does Tex-Mex, barbecue, Cajun, and a lot of crossovers.
"Oh, then stop pretending that you can't answer everything about quantum physics!" pouted America. He's boyfriend was smart. They were both smart actually…book smarts and street smarts. They just didn't feel like answering or paying attention, that's all.
The fairer haired man snatched Texas from his boyfriend and placed it on his nose-bridge. "Oh, look I'm Albert Einstein and my hair iz very awesome!" he joked around giving a very convincing German accent.
America laughed. "You look really hot with glasses" Denmark blushed with a giant smirk. "I do?" "Yup. Just like Steven Hawking!" Denmark pouted but suddenly rested his head on his shoulders and crossed his eyes.
"That is so funny. .Ha" he said in a fake robotic manner. America punched him softly on his arm and picked up the used plates and utensils. He turned back and smiled. "Can you do American?" his eyes glistened with child-like curiosity.
"I don't know? Can I?" he answered in a flawless American accent.
America smiled. "Du har aldrig ophøre med at forbløffe mig" the young American answered with his boyfriend's native tongue.
Denmark hugged him from behind "lige tilbage på dig" and returned Texas to his boyfriend's waiting Nose Bridge.
After a few minutes of fluff, they made their way down the apartment. The whole way was silent, their hands glued together and their eyes full of nervousness. They weren't gonna see each other for a few days and knowing their 'families' it might even take weeks.
"You know, min kærlighed, we could just call it off and go… 'Us against the world'?" questioned Denmark trying to keep the mood light.
"No way, Tei-Tei. We are gonna kick their asses and we'll be rubbing our awesomeness in their faces!" he shouted with his arms stretched.
"Sure. Just be careful. They can be…harsh" The Dane said lightly while his grip on the younger nation's hand got tighter.
"You too. Always keep your guard up. They're tricky." He smiled back. They gave each other one last peck on the lips before heading out in opposite directions on the busy Tokyo streets. They walked briskly. They tried their best to look back without turning their heads. They started heating up, starting to be consumed in a sphere of invisible flames. Their shoulders tensed and their walks became faster.
….
"DAMN IT!" Both shouted loudly, shocking anybody in a ten meter radius. They turned back and ran towards each other, shouting and screaming their names to the surprise of everybody around them.
Finally America leapt to his boyfriend's arms and gave one long passionate kiss. It was like a farewell-good luck-I'll-always-love-you kiss…
They knew that the next few days would probably hell, but in the long run it was for them. It was for love.
Du har aldrig ophøre med at forbløffe mig= you never cease to amaze me
lige tilbage på dig=Right back at you
Story updates:
After this... there'll be one last arc. but to keep the flame of DenAme alive I'll be posting random drabbles about their lives as a couple and some random drabbles about my takes on how America and Denmark really act under normal situations and showing that they aren't as naive as they seem.
It'll include a lot of Canada, Russia, Norway (Some FrUk) and maybe some crack pairings I like along the way.
I'm also sure about doing the RusCan story.
Other than that, I'll be posting the stories of my friend, the one who made his own OC!Philippines, here.
That story would focus on Nyotalia...It's a bit angsty though. He used the male one if you look at the link above! XD...He said that the male version isn't actually Nyotalia since he also did some drabbles about him in the Normal Hetaverse!
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