Sufin/Dennor one shots

Legos (Dennor)

Mathias was at it again. He had been up in his room for hours, playing legos. The others didn't question it, in fact, they enjoyed the peace and quiet that came with him being away.

It was not until six hours had passed that Lukas grew worried. He went upstairs, and stood by the door to Mathias' room, listening. It was completely silent.

In confusion, the Norwegian nation opened the door to find his Danish friend asleep on a lego pile. He had been building a huge viking ship, which looked pretty awesome, Lukas had to admit.

The sleeping nation looked so cute, asleep amidst his favorite toys. It was almost as though he was a big child. Which he pretty much was at times.

Lukas went further into the room, and closed the door behind himself. He walked over to where Mathias was napping, but accidentally stepped on a lego.

"FUCKI NG HELL!" Lukas shouted, falling to the ground in pain. He clutched his foot, hoping he hadn't been fatally wounded.

Mathias slowly woke up, stretching and yawning. He opened his eyes and looked sleepily at Lukas. "Hiya Norge! Coming to build with me?" He asked, crawling over to where his friend lay.

"No! I was just checking on you!"

"Aww, you actually do care about me!"

"I never-"

Lukas was cut off by Mathias tackle-hugging him into the lego pile. "C'mon Norgeyyy! We can build awesome shit!"

"No thanks. Let go."

"Please?"

"Maybe later."

"Right now!!!"

Mathias pouted, making an adorable puppy face which he knew Lukas couldn't resist.

"Okay OKAY! Just let me suffer for a moment." Lukas caved in, holding his hurt foot, and wiggling away from his friend.

Mathias laughed. "Did little Norgey step on a lego?" He asked in a babyish voice, obviously teasing.

"Yes I did, and i dunno how you're immune to that shit... but I would like to know your secret." Lukas responded.

"I guess i'm just one with the legos!"

"That's a crappy answer!"

"Excuse you, but they have accepted me into their society! I am practically one of them!"

With that statement, Lukas glared at his friend and rolled his eyes. "You're such a dumb dork."

"At least I'm your dumb dork." Mathias responded smoothly, casually trying to look hot.

Lukas' face began to heat up, and he covered his mouth in embarassment. He got over it moments later, and went back to glaring. "What does that even mean, huuuh?"

"It means....be my boyfriend?" Mathias said, flicking a lego across the room. He smiled innocently, and tossed a lego at his Norwegian friend.

"I-" Lukas started to say, but was cut short.

"I knooow you don't like me. It's fine, I don't mind being rejected as long as you're happy." Mathias said, trying to stay positive despite the circumstances. He really was kind of sad, fearful that he had maybe read the other nation's actions wrong.

"Shut up, Den. Just stop being such a drama queen, and let me finish." Lukas exclaimed, throwing a lego back at him. "I was going to say; I'll be your boyfriend, you cute weirdo."

"Really? You're not just teasing me?" Mathias asked, a hopeful look on his face.

Lukas smiled slightly. "Really. Now, can you get these tiny satanic weapons off of the floor? I can't move."
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(that was the sassiest and most sarcastic fic I have written. Omfg. someone stop me, before it's too late. R.i.p me. Died of too much sass.)