Hetalia One-Shots

DenNor : Faerie Boardwalk

  Every nation gathered their paperwork and left the conference room one after the other. Today's meeting had been particularly long and boring. Denmark slid his coat on and walked over to Norway. The latter was at the coffee machine pouring himself yet another cup.

  "Hey Nor, Faerie Boardwalk?" invited the spiky-haired blond. Norway eyed him in annoyance while sipping his coffee. In a sigh of exasperation he nodded.

  "Yeah, I think I really need it..."

  Both nations headed off without a word more. Iceland frowned and looked at Finland and Sweden for clarification. The other two Nordics shrugged, just as confused. It wasn't the first time they talked about "Faerie Boardwalk". None of the other countries knew what or where the boardwalk was, Denmark and Norway always leaving alone.

  Once outside the building, they headed towards the small town down the hill. They strolled silently through the streets and back up another hill leading to a small forest. The trees loomed over their heads covering the blue sky. Random sounds broke out around them, various animals scurrying about. Norway took a deep breath and inhaled as much of the pine smell his lungs could contain. Denmark stretched his arms out to the sky as if he was trying to grab the highest branch.

  After ten minutes of trekking, the Nordic countries arrived to a glade with a long lake spread to the edge of the trees. Walking just a little bit closer to each other, Denmark and Norway walked down their Faerie Boardwalk. The boardwalk was actually a small dirt path surrounded by a bunch of flowers agglomerated in that precise spot. No flowers grew elsewhere in the entire forest, just around that particular path. The variety of florets stupefied both nations and brought them peace and tranquility after a stressful day.

  Norway loved to talk about the fairies who took care of their special path, the name coming from the mythical creatures' work. Denmark was unable to see them but took great pleasure in listening to Norway as he pointed to the floating beings and describing them. Apparently they had grown to appreciate the visits by the two countries.

  The day being warm enough, Denmark kicked his shoes off and ran into the water, walking on the soft sand. Norway shortly followed, kicking water in the tall blond's face. They began running in the shallow water splashing each other. Laughter filled the monotone sounds of the woods and attracted certain magical beings.

  Norway crawled up the bank, soaked, and laid on his back, still trying to catch his breath. Denmark sprinted and jumped by his side, laying on his stomach. He rested his chin on his folded arms and fondly watched Norway's steady breathing. His eyes were closed, his cheeks reddened and face glistening due to the water droplets.

  The blue-eyed nation dragged his hand next to Norway's and laced his fingers with the blond's. He opened one eye and closed it back again, tightening the grip. They laid on the tickling grass with the scent of the blooming flowers filling their nostrils. Their hearts and minds slowed down until they were rocked to a soothing rhythm. The warm sun rays bathed them in a golden beam of light.

  Norway listened to the quiet chatter of the fairies as Denmark focused on the song of the wind, oblivious to the pixies' presence. Hands linked together, minds roaming freely, peace and tranquility filling their entire bodies, all were what they most appreciated from their little strolls out in the woods. Without needing to exchange any words they knew how the other felt just by the state of the atmosphere. Both knew and felt the same, they would trade their ritual for nothing else in the world.