Mood Ring {DenNor}

You're crazy.

Norway slowly blinked awake, awkwardly spread out across his bed. Yawning as he sat up, stretching his arms over his head.

As his feet hit the cold ground he sighed. "Time to start another long day of paper work." Neglecting his massive and growing amount of paper work from yesterday. Barely doing any of his documents, he was know faced with a unimaginable amount to do today.

Walking into the bathroom and turning on the water for his bubble bath, he brushed his teeth and slipped off his oversized night shirt. Letting out a groan when he stepped into the warm, bubble filled water. I could get use to this. He thought. About 40 minutes later he got out. Wrapping a towel around his waist and walking back into his room. Getting out a navy blue tee shirt and some white skinny jeans. After getting dressed, he clipped in his cross shaped hair pin and sighed. Looking at his mood ring he had perviously gotten just last night. Slipping it on his second finger and stuffing the small slip of paper that told you what each other means in his pocket. Just in case he got curious about his mood. 

As he reached the bottom of the stairs he noticed that on one else was awake yet. Weird, I'm usually second to last up. Heh, Icey sleeps to long. He thought. When he got into the living room, only one there was Denmark. "Hey Norge!" The Dane smiled. "Hey Dane, where is everyone?" The Norwegian asked. "Swe and Fin left to go get Peter from England's then take him to the park. And Ice when to Hongs place." Denmark explained slowly, re-thinking everything before saying it. "Shit! I wasn't supposed to tell you about Ice!" He exclaimed, snaking his head. "I specifically told Iceland to stay way from the Hong Kong kid! Ya know.
I don't like him! I'm calling China!" Norway said, annoyance dripping from his words. "Hey cut kid a little slack. He's in love, don't you love someone?" Denmark smirked, laughing a little. Norway sat on the couch next to Denmark with a groan. He switched on the tv and mindlessly scanned the channels before landing on some American show called CatFish the TV show. After a few minutes of watching, Norway's mind slipped. Lately all his thoughts have somehow been consumed by Denmark. Norway had noticed very early that every memory of the past and present seamed to have the big blond Dane in it. After Norway was taken from the Dane and to Sweden, he missed him terribly. Then once everyone made a mince and bought a house to all live together. That longing seam to crease. The smaller blonde had to say though, he had noticed how handsome the Dane was. He was also smarter then everyone, mostly Norway, had made it seam. He was caring. And even in their past relationship...  He was always loving. Do I love that idiot? Norway though as his cheeks became all 50 shades of red. (Wink wonk)

"Norge?" The taller blond said pulling the other out of his trance. "Yes?" He replied. "What does purple mean?" Denmark asked, brows knitting together in confusion. "Huh?" Norway asked. Denmark just sighed and pointed to the small metal object around his finger. Pulling out the small slip of paper in his pocket, Norway scanned the page. Eyes landing on purple then staring for a minute before widening. No! Norway thought. No way! He thought again.

Purple means you're in love.

"So what's it mean?" Denmark asked, getting a nervous smile in return.

"It's means hungry! I haven't eaten yet today. I should do that." Although it was true, he Haden's eaten yet this morning, it was a lie. Purple did not mean hungry.

Quickly he got up and ran to the bathroom. Splashing his face with water and looking in the mirror. Questions running through his head. Does he really love Denmark? The main one the piped up in his head.

The Norwegian studied his face in the mirror. "What am I going to do?"