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DenBela: Bicycle

Denmark was sleeping, sprawled out on the bed, snoring and drooling. But when he heard a harsh knock on his front door, he jumped awake and some of the drool went down the wrong way, resulting in a coughing fit (he would not admit that he was choking on drool).

When the coughing fit subsided, the knocking came again, reminding him about why he was suddenly awake.

Grumbling, he went down to the front door, ignoring the fact that he was only in a pair of Danish flag boxers, since it was four in the morning and he wasn't going to be nice to whoever was knocking on his door by putting on a shirt.

He wrenched the door open and was about to yell at whoever had woken him until he actually saw who it was.

Belarus. A nation that could easily kill him if he went through with what he had intended.

"Belarus?" he asked, rubbing his eyes to make sure that he was seeing correctly. "What are you doing here?"

Belarus gave him a brief onceover, and he then became really self-conscious about the fact that one of the female nations was seeing him in only his boxers.

"Good morning," she said. "You are one of the nations that are most fond of biking, correct?"

Denmark blinked at the strangeness of the question.

"Um, ja, sure, but…"

"I want you to teach me how to ride a bike."

He stared at her in bewilderment.

"Wait, you don't know how to ride a bike?" he asked.

She blushed slightly, and Denmark had to admit that it looked cute. Though he'd never admit it out loud.

"I would prefer it if you don't repeat that to anyone," she said. "Now, you will teach me."

He debated it for a moment, and she was calmly and expectantly observing him with her stoic gaze.

"Fine," he said. "We'll go out later."

"No. Now."

"Are you kidding? It's four in the morning."

"Now."

"Alright, fine. Could I at least put some clothes on?"

"Fine, but come down immediately."

And Denmark watched as she invited herself into his home and went to his living room. He sighed, closing the door and going back upstairs.

…

"Alright," he said, "just keep peddling. That is the most important part to remember."

He was holding onto the bike while she was mounted on it. She looked a little nervous, and one of her feet was still on the ground.

"I'll push you for a while, and then let go," Denmark continued.

"What?" she asked. "No. Don't let go."

"I have to. That's how you learn."

"No. Don't let go."

"It'll be fine. Trust me."

She still looked unsure, but slowly nodded her head. Denmark flashed her a grin before he started pushing. She fumbled for a moment before her feet started peddling, and she easily kept up the pace.

"Alright, keep that pace," he said, letting go.

Belarus continued for about five metres before she fell to the ground. Denmark cringed, before running over to help her up.

"How can this be fun?" she demanded, standing up.

"You just need to get the hang of it," he said. "Okay, if you feel like you're about to fall, shoot out your leg to the side. That way, you catch yourself and don't get hurt."

She had a scowl and her face was flushed, but she nodded her head, and the two went back to the bicycle.

This time, she managed to go seven metres, and followed his advice when she felt that she was about to fall.

He also taught her how to turn and brake, and the third time she managed ten metres. Denmark had heard that Belarus was tenacious, and when she went onto the bike for the fourth time he had to admit that she was. It was a good quality when learning how to ride a bike.

…

It was a few hours later, and Belarus made a few turns around the block. By now, she didn't fall anymore, and she had no problems with braking and turning.

Denmark watched her, feeling some pride as she came to a stop nearby.

"Thank you," she said, throwing her arms around his shoulders, startling him.

"No problem," he said, blushing slightly.

She pulled back, and he was surprised to see that she was smiling. And his blush darkened, as he admitted to himself that she was really beautiful.

Hopefully he would be able to spend more time with her without her or Russia wanting to kill him for it.

Yeah, this idea came to me while lying awake in bed. Yay for insomnia for giving me an interesting idea.