Sufin/Dennor one shots

Emotions of Love (Dennor)

Lukas moaned into the kiss, his eyes closed and body heated. He felt the other's lips roughly attacking his own, body against his...

"Luuuukas! Wake up!"

"Wake up sleepyhead, we're at a meeting!"

Lukas opened his eyes, and looked around him. He had indeed fallen asleep on the table, but no one seemed to care. The world meeting was proceeding as usual, and the only one who had taken notice of the napping nation was Mathias.

"Mmph? How long was I asleep?" Lukas asked with a small yawn.

"Almost an hour... you started talking, so I decided to wake you up. Just curious, but what were you dreaming about?" Mathias asked, his face a picture of innocence.

Lukas blushed lightly, and looked away. "I don't remember." He bluffed, putting his head back on the table.

"Oh... Well, you kind of said my name a few times so I was confused. That's all." Mathias explained, then turned back to the meeting.

Lukas bit his lip, remembering the details of the dream. It wasn't the first time he had had dreams like that about his crush... though they usually occured at nighttime and when he was alone.

Mathias noticed that Lukas seemed out of whack, and leaned over near him. "What's wrong? Was it a bad dream?" He asked, curious and concerned.

'No, rather the opposite.' Lukas thought, but only mumbled a quick, "Leave me alone."

"But whyyyy? I wanna know what it was about!" Mathias said persistently. He booped Lukas' curl, and chuckled quietly to himself. The curl bounced, tugging slightly to where Lukas could feel it. The Norwegian's face turned red, and he got up from his seat, leaving the meeting room to go calm himself down from the unexpected curl touching.

Mathias hopped up and followed after him, not caring that everyone in the meeting was currently staring at them in confusion.

"Norge! I'm sorry I touched you! Please come back!" Mathias called down the hall, as Lukas stormed away from him and into the bathroom. He turned into one of the bathroom stalls, and sunk to the floor. He covered his face with his gloved hands, wanting to scream or punch something. It was so hard to contain his feelings for the idiot Dane... he felt that one day he would loose control completely.

"Norge! Are ya in here?" A voice called, echoing about the immaculate bathroom.

Lukas remained silent, hoping that Mathias would give up and leave. He had no such luck, as an accidental sneeze escaped his lips.

"Norge, come on out. I want to apologise." Mathias insisted, having heard the small sneeze. "Please... i'm sorry I touched your curl. I'll ask next time before touching you."

Lukas sighed, standing up and exiting the bathroom stall. He marched over to the Dane, and pulled him close by his tie. "If you ever do that again... i'll set my troll after you, alright?" The Norwegian growled, his face only centimeters from the other's. Mathias nodded vigorously, hands in the air as if to show he surrendered.

"Good." Lukas muttered, pulling on his tie a little tighter, and in doing so bringing him closer.

Mathias scrunched up his nose, wondering why he was still being partially strangled. "Nor Nor, you can let go now." He whined.

Lukas shook his head, and tugged again so their noses were touching. He glared into Mathias' sky blue eyes, before closing his own indigo ones. Without any warning, he tilted his head to the side and pressed his lips against the Dane's. The other's lips felt smooth, and tasted like chocolate for some reason... likely a candy bar or pastry. Lukas liked the feeling of his own slightly chapped lips brushing against such smooth ones at a gentle pace.

Mathias was incredibly startled by the turn of events, but found himself succumbing to the other's lips. The kiss felt right, and he had actually been pining over Lukas for years so he didn't stop.

It wasn't exactly the most romantic spot to share a kiss, but the two seemed to forget where they were. They were so lost in the touch of one another, their innocent kiss drawing forth even more longing as they gave in to their new and old emotions of love.