Hetalia Couples! (Finished)

Neko! DeNor

No Danish accent, Gomensai

"I dare you to drink one of Norway's potion thingies!" Denmark stood up, hands on his hips. Glaring at the American playfully.

"Done! Whatever!" He turned and stormed out towards the basement. It was a Friday night, Norge was out with 'The Magic Trio' along with the rest of the Nordics doing their casual Friday events. So, Denmark being alone and Denmark, he invited his buddies Prussia and America over who later proceeded to play A game of Truth or Dare.

"Do jou Zhink he'll actually do it?"

"Norge'll kill him if he does."

"I'll get it on video...zhen I put it on tumblr :3!" The two giggled quietly. A deaf Denmark took a deep breath and opened the door to the basement. He ventured forward and down the stairs, the old lightbulb flickering from above them. At the end of the stairs, a giant room lay. Shelves filled with miscellaneous bottles and boxes, dusty books scattered, cobwebs draped against the walls, an murky early smell drifted in it.

"Which one do I take?" Denmark inquired, turning towards his friends. Prussia grinned and 'kesesesed' away. He grabbed a random bottle, a white liquid on the inside. He tossed it Denmark who immediately turned it in his hands Untitled, Don't Drink. Grinning he then said,

"Are you guys sure?"

America nodded, "DUDE JUST DRINK IT ALREADY!"

"I VILL SHOVE IT DOWN JOUR ZHROAT!" Denmark laughed before uncorking it. The tasteless liquid ran down his throat and he slammed the bottle on the table.

They all laughed, screaming at each other as they payed each other back up the stairs. Soon enough and after a few movies. They fell asleep.

CHRIPIDECHIRPCHIRP

Denmark rolled over, the warmth next to him slowly sitting up. He curled up tighter and felt something on his head, scratching it slightly. A sound a pleasure escaped his throat before someone gasped,

"MEIN GOTT. AMERICA VAKE ZHE FUCK UP! VE ZURNED DENMAKR INTO A CAT!" The load voice screamed. Denmark frowned and stood up,

"What-no...." He started to meow frantically, matching his two freaking out friends as they screamed at each other nervously.

BANG
BANG
BANG

"MATTHIAS KØHLER GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE, NOW!"  An angry voice interrupted. Piercing the air like knives. Denmark gulped, glancing at his also nervous friends before making his way to the door. He me owed quietly before the door was yanked open, him along with it.

"What did you think you were doing! Drinking that! DONT MESS WITH MY STUFF, MATTHIAS. YOUR JUST LUCKY IM IN A BETTER MOOD. I WILL HELP YOU." Norway yelled. The other Nordics peered in on the argument from their doorways, giggling coming from some.

"I-it vas mein fault..."

"Yeah..mine too." Norway through daggers at them, making them back away.

"Shut up. And leave."  The two nodded and sprinted out of the house like the wind. Nroway stormed downstairs, slamming the door behind him. Mumbling curses and insults towards Den-Cat along the way. He dropped the cat before opening a book furiously searching for a spell to fix him.  Denmark glanced at an empty bottle, his reflection Back at him. He looked at himself with an impressed expression, not bad for a cat... He began to hum slightly, snapping his paws.

Everybody wants to be a cat!
Everybody wants to be, an aristocat!-

"Shut up, Dane, I'm working." He squinted at Norway before rolling onto his back looking at his beige paws. I wonder if Norge likes me as a cat...I could always ask him... He stood up and rubbed his head against Norge's.

   
Purrr

Norway looked down, what the hell-oh....aw...no shut the hell up. He rolled his eyes and ended up patting the Danish cat on the head. Denmark frowned in his little cat form, Pay attention to me Norge! I'm freaking Adorable! Norway felt a slice on his hand, like the brittle feel of sandpaper. He looked down with his eyebrows raised in a really, DANE? Expression he usually wore around Denmark. Who licked his elbow again, only to be ignored. Lick. Ignore. Lick. Ignore. Lick. ignore. Lick-

"UGH! DANE IF YOU WANT ME TO FIX YOU STOP YOU CUTE-"  He stopped himself and glared at him before looking back down at his book. Denmark smirked in triumph, YES. I KNEW ITTT! He grinned and jumped onto Norway's lap. Sighing one last time, Norway put down his book and glanced down at the Danish cat curled in his lap. He scratched behind and resumed reading as the Dane's purring soon subsided.

The next morning

"Oi! DANE..I'm sorry I couldn't find the right potion. Your stuck until it wears off." The cat below was shocked, jaw open wide.

"Nooo! Norgey! We don't even know how long that'll be!" He whined, paws hitting the ground in a kitten fit like manner.

"Then maybe, next time, DONT DRINK OR TOUCH MY STUFF." Norway bellowed. Denmark flopped onto the floor, pouting. Norway sighed, sitting on the couch. The other Nordics had left to do whatever they did during the day already, once again, leaving the two alone. Picking the cat up by his scruff, Norway dropped him with a oof onto his chest. His fingers naturally going to behind his ears, making Denmark purr. Soon enough both of the two fell asleep.

"OH MY GOD-"

"SH! You'll ruin the moment!"

"OMG! Mama what's going on!"

"PETER-"

"Listen to your mother.."

Norway's eyelids fluttered open only to be met a snoring Dane. Draped across him, not to mention crushing his ribcage, was Denmark. Naked. Norway blushed immensely and Denmark shook awake, groggily smiling down at Norway.

"Morning beautiful...did Ya have fun last night?"

SLAP.