~~Peck on the Lips~~
(Name) was always amused when Norway and Denmark were in the room together. Denmark would always say something stupid, and Norway would punish him by beating him senseless using anything that happened to be in range.
However, there were times when (Name) really wished Denmark would stop popping out of nowhere and getting Norway's attention so easily.
Why couldn't she ever do that?
She reflected on this while Lukas continued to beat Mathias with a rock outside of the ice cream shop they were entering to get out of the harsh UV rays.
When the jingling of the door sounded, she was greeted happily by a bruised Mathias and a smug, but still unhappy Lukas.
"Hey guys, what did you do this time?" (Name) looked at Denmark, who looked sheepishly at the ground.
"MIGHT have said something about taking your - OW! What the hell!" Norway sent a chilling glare at the taller Nordic.
"Taking my what, Mathias?" her tone had also taken on an icy quality to it.
"Taking your first kiss from Lukas because I knew he hadn't done anything yet!" He held his hands over his face but was still laughing at the look he was getting from Norway, and the look I was giving.
"Y-you wanted to kiss me Lukas?" He turned his head away and muttered something along the lines of, "Stupid ass kept interrupting me . . ."
(Name) smiled lightly and then pecked him on the lips, after all Denmark was still sitting on the floor watching them.
"You just had to ask."
~~I want to give you a real kiss but I can't because of present company~~