Hetalia One-Shots

DenNor : Sexuality

As the morning sun slowly climbed further into the sky and the birds' songs rose in the air; two countries casually chatted at the breakfast table set in the kitchen. Denmark crunched on his toast and Finland sipped his coffee. "Lately, Hanatamago has been getting used to her new bed back at our place. She gets up early every morning and yaps until we wake up, it's really cute! She really loves us!" conversed the happy country. Denmark nodded and finished his breakfast. "So where is she now?"

Finland drank from his cup and answered, "Sweden took her out for a walk." Denmark poured himself some orange juice and Finland pursued talking. "By the way, thank you for inviting us over. Spending some time with you guys is really great!" The spiky-haired nation grinned brightly. "No problem! I just thought it would be nice to be together just like in the good ol' days!" Finland acquiesced, picking up a toast from the bread basket. "Yeah... Things really have changed since Sweden and I have been living together... But I'm really happy with him! He's such a particular man, it's adorable. I love him so much," sighed the small blond.

Denmark chuckled lightly as he watched his friend smile. "I'm glad everything worked out for you guys. Both of you deserve to be happy," asserted the Nordic country. Finland grinned and placed his chin on his hands which were entwined with each other. "Thanks! So... Do you have a special someone?" asked the Christmas-loving nation with a sly gaze. Denmark scratched the back of his head and answered flustered, "Me? Nah... Not really..."

Finland raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Yes, I see... Denmark. What may your sexuality be?" The blue eyed blond anxiously fiddled with his glass and blushed. "My sexuality..?" He chuckled nervously, "I...I'm straight of course! Ha... Uh, why?" Finland shrugged and tilted his head. "No, I was just wondering." Denmark nodded and drank the rest of his juice.

At that moment, Norway groggily walked into the kitchen. The nation was wearing one of Denmark's shirts that he had stolen from and that was too big for him. It fell down to the rim of his butt and the sleeves to his elbows. Denmark ogled as he walked behind Finland to the fridge. "Oh god fuck me please," whispered Denmark as he followed Norway's movements.

"Did you say something Denmark?" asked Finland, looking up from his coffee mug. Denmark shook his head rapidly, his cheeks reddening. His eyes stayed glued onto Norway as he stood on his toes and reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. The movement caused the shirt to raise and uncover his nude bottom. Denmark could barely breathe. He couldn't move or look away and had no intention to. "Fucking destroy me," murmured the mesmerized nation under his breath.

Norway poured his coffee and left the kitchen without a word. Finland waved his hand in front of Denmark's face as he stayed frozen during a short amount of time, his eyes being the only part of his body which were moving. He blinked several times and sputtered, "Y-Yes! What is it?" Finland frowned and then smirked. "I don't know, looked like you went out for a couple of seconds. Did something catch your eye?" Denmark shook his head and cleared his mind. "No, it was nothing," replied the tall blond. He pondered for a moment with his hands under his chin and his heart drumming in his ears. "You know what, I think I might, maybe, sometimes, depends, perhaps be a little bit, occasionally, gay..."

Finland opened his purple eyes widely and gawked at Denmark for a moment. He closed his orbs and shook his head smiling. "Sure, whatever you say..."