"Hey Denmark!" A voice called from somewhere behind the said country. The blonde turned around to see America running down the street while waving a stack of papers. Denmark reached instinctively to his bag and realized that all of his work was gone.
Oops.
"Oh, thanks!" He said, walking back to meet the younger nation halfway. He accepted the papers and slipped them into his bag. "I didn't even notice I left them. How did you know they were mine?"
"It's in Danish." America grinned, scratching the back of his head. "I kinda figured you were the only one there that spoke that… And it said 'Norge is being mean to me' so I assumed…"
"You can read Danish?"
"Yeah! I mean- well I kind of get bored and so…?"
"So you learned Danish?" Denmark asked, thoroughly impressed.
"Yeah well… My new boss doesn't let me do much anymore… so I do what I can when I'm bored. Mostly just sitting in on university classes… I just can't help it. It's kinda like a… an addiction I guess?"
"I see… so you're… addicted to learning?"
"Haha, I guess?"
"What else have you learned?"
"Only a couple…" Denmark looked at him. "Oh, well I had to learn French cuz of France and Canada, they're always trying to make me feel stupid for not knowing what they talk about… And Latin for the same reason with Britain and his brothers. Uhh…I learned Finnish and Dutch when Finland and Netherlands found me as a kid…and then I learned German because Prussia helped me out…. Eh… and I learned Spanish obviously… Lots of people here speak Spanish now. And the cold war happened and I learned Russian so that Russia would stop sending me those weird threats… Um- Chinese because of reasons…"
"Woah there- how bout a list of languages you don't know? It'd probably be shorter!" Denmark laughed, slapping America on the back. "Let's get a drink!" America laughed.
"Selvfølgelig!" He cheered, throwing his arm over Denmark's shoulders in agreement.
I have a thing for bookworm studiously bored America hnng