"Oh…. Oh…. Ja…." Norway was clenching his legs around Denmark's middle. Denmark let out a husky laugh. This was the only time Norway was ever vocal. Norway would treat Denmark with coldness and resentment until the rare moments where he'd trace his pale fingers against the Dane's thigh. It was all over then.
His mouth smashed against Norway's, and they kissed messily. Centuries of this… centuries of this and no one still had any idea. It was more of Norway's choice than Denmark's. He wasn't sure, but he figured that it was just Norway was a private guy. And you had to be careful when you were a nation… It was a bit like living like a celebrity. If everyone knew they were fucking, then every choice from their bosses on the national front would be deemed a secret motive to help each other.
He found his way inside of Norway with ease. All of his thoughts muddled together and this potion fiasco ceased to exist. Norway was tight and warm… Denmark could feel himself near release. He took a look at Norway's face. His pale blonde hair spilt across the pillow and his eyes were half-lidded. Dark- darker than the Norwegian Sea- blue eyes met his with longing and Denmark was suddenly grateful that he could at least see this side of him, even if it was a rare occurrence.
Norway's back arched and he let out a growl. Denmark felt the warm liquid splash on his stomach and he held him tight, muffling his scream in Norway's soft hair. He rolled off of him with a great sigh.
They laid in silence until Norway sleepily lifted his head. His deadpan expression would fool anyone but one of the Nordics. "What are you thinking so hard about?" asked Denmark, even though he knew the answer.
"We shouldn't…. We shouldn't do this. I think we should all vote no."
I'm getting like, no reviews... I'm gonna continue anyway. I think there is some Giripan next.