Title: An American Wedding
Pairing: Denmark x Norway
Rating: Um, T for mentions of alcohol?
So, this is how it happened, more or less. I'm writing this from memory, of course, seeing as how I didn't have enough time to write it while it was actually happening.
Denmark: Hey, Norge, let's go to Las Vegas!
Me: No.
Denmark: Come oooooooon-
Me: NO.
Denmark: NORGE IT WILL BE FUN DON'T BE SUCH A SOURPUSS
Me: I will curse you.
Silence.
Denmark: Just a quick little trip-
Me: FINE! *gets up and stomps away*
Denmark: You're going the wrong way-
Me: HUSH. Lead me.
Denmark: *sniggers* C'mon, Norge, this way! *wraps arm around Norway's shoulder and leads him away*
Later, in America.
Denmark: Wow, America's pretty great, huh?
Me: No.
Denmark: C'mon, it's not that bad!
Me: It's terrible. Terrible. I hate this.
Denmark: Well, just remind yourself that it could always get worse... like right now, for instance! America- see him right there? *points to America, who's standing a ways away, flirting with some girls in bikinis* -he could walk right over here and smack you on the butt!
Me: If he does that I will kill him. *takes sip of fruity drink* Ugh, what is this? Why did you get this for me? Disgusting. *drinks more for lack of things to do*
Denmark: *grins evilly (everything Denmark does is evil)* Here, try this drink, it might taste better. *hands me another fruity drink*
Me: *takes a wary sip* Nope, still disgusting.
Denmark: Try this one.
Me: Ugh, still gross.
Denmark: Now this one.
Me: Nope.
Denmark: This one!
Me: Yuck.
Half an hour later.
Denmark: THIS ONE!
Me: NOOOOOOOO...
Denmark: THIIIIIS OOOOOONE.
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...
Denmark: *grabs me and flings me over his shoulder* C'mon Norge, this way!
Me: Where are you taking me-
Denmark: HUSH! AMERICAAAAAAA!
America: *looks up* Yo man! What're ya doing?
Denmark: IT IS TIME, BROSEPH.
America: COOLIO, BROSEPH. Where should we do it?
Denmark: *shrugs* Right here, right now.
America: 'Kay! Just set Norway down right here...
Denmark: *sets Norway down*
America: Good! Now, you stand here, and then we'll start!
Me: What are we doing-
America: DENMARK, DO YOU TAKE NORWAY TO BE YOUR LAWFULLY WEDDED HUSBAND?!
Denmark: YESSIR, I DO!
Me: What do you mea-
America: NORWAY, DO YOU TAKE DENMARK TO BE YOUR LAWFULLY WEDDED HUSBAND?!
Me: What? NO! I don't even like-
America: THEN BY THE SUPERHERO POWERS VESTED IN ME, I HEREBY PRONOUNCE YOU HUBBY AND HUBBY! NOW MAKE OUT!
Me: WHAT JUST HAPPENED-
Denmark: *grabs Norway by the waist, dips him dramatically, then kisses him full on the mouth)
Me: Mmph.
America: *whistles appreciatively*
Denmark: *pulls away and wipes his mouth vigorously* Wow, that was something!
Me: WHAT JUST HAPPENED-
Denmark: C'mon, we gotta go have our... honeymoon.
Me: N-no... what are you- *is dragged away by an overly enthusiastic Denmark*
Soooo... yeah. That's how it happened. After that, Denmark dragged me to some hotel and... and... um... yeah. And then I cursed him. To be... um... forever... um... bound. To me. But, um, it didn't work right, because see, I messed it up, and it turned out a lot like.. marriage, but without the option of divorce. And... yeah, awkward.
A/N Hee hee, this was fun to write! This is based off of an idea VivaAmerica and I had when we were PMing each other in the middle of the night! (Btw, check out her stuff, it's epic.)
ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU LIKED IT POP IN A REVIEW IF YOU WANT SEE YOU BYE.