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Author's note:
When was the last time I updated a oneshot in this? It said August 1st. I was probably just hyperventilating over going to high school, but it's really not that bad. I've gotten lost countless times, but I got there before the tardy bell rang; let's hope I can do this this week when it really matters. Oh gosh, theater and German are so fun!

But anyway, I just love DenNor so much, and that's why this was written. I also just broke the pattern that seemed to be going on with Spamano every other chapter.

Translations (in order of appearance):
(Danish)
Norge: Norway
far: father
Jeg elsker dig: I love you
(Norwegian)
Jeg elsker deg også, Danmark: I love you, too, Denmark

"I'm pregnant."

Norway's expression didn't change from his normal one as he sat across the table from Denmark.

The Dane looked at the other man with a look of confusion, shock, and pure bliss. He was about to rush up to embrace the Norwegian into a hug, but the stoic man placed a hand on his chest, "Sit back down."

"What's wrong, Norge? Don't you want it?"

Obviously, that couldn't be the problem: Norway had been moping around for such a long time; Denmark had found out that Norway had wanted a child just half a year ago. But, despite this, Denmark couldn't think of what else Norway could want to say.

Denmark obliged to the Norwegian's command, nevertheless.

"I want you to know that you willbe with me for the next eight and a half months."

"Wait—you're only two weeks?"

"Six weeks, pregnancy lasts forty weeks, dumb ass."

"How am I supposed to know that?"

Norway shrugged, not bothering to answer the question, "You had better stay with me when I'm even moodier than I usually am, when I'm fat and you're not going to want to fuck me anymore, and when I'm ordering for you to get me whatever craving on a whim."

"Oh, Norge, of course I'm going to stay with you! I love you!"

Denmark stood up again, getting ready to embrace the other in a hug.

"Sit down; I'm not doing nagging to you yet."

Denmark chuckled quietly and sat back down. Norway was sucha critic.

"You know, Norge, I really, really love you."

"You'd better. I'm carrying your spawn, after all."

It finally hit Denmark: There was a mini-Norwegian-Dane inside of Norway, a tiny being half-Denmark and half-Norway, a perfect combination of the two of them.

"I'm going to be a far!"

Denmark jumped from where he had been sitting at the kitchen table, knocking the wooden chair onto the tiled floor.

"You didn't realize this when I said 'I'm pregnant'?"

Norway was unaffected by the Dane's sudden outburst.

"Nor! There's a mini-us inside of you! Isn't that great?"

Norway nodded silently. He was suddenly embraced by the other Nordic—when had he moved to the other side of the table?—his hand resting on the temporarily flat stomach. Norway placed his hands onto his lover's.

"This is absolutely perfect, Norway. You've made me so happy." Denmark placed a kiss on the crown of Norway's head, "You've never looked more beautiful. Jeg elsker dig,so, so much."

"Jeg elsker deg også, Danmark."

And in that moment, neither had felt happier in a long time.

Author's note:
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