Hetalia One-Shots

DenNor : Remember When..?

  Being in a healthy relationship is not never having arguments, it's being able to overcome those arguments, no matter how grand or petty. The strength of a couple is finding a way back together after a fight. It's making your other half laugh after yelling at them. It's showing them that their temper hasn't changed anything in the way you feel for them. It's always coming back with an apology and trumping your pride for your sweetheart.

  The air after a fight is electric and heavy. It's hard to say something. You want to be in the right, but you don't want it to end in such a manner. Denmark swept the broken glass off the kitchen floor with a strained expression. He threw the shards away and cast the sweeper aside in anger. He stomped off to his and Norway's bedroom, closing the door after himself.

  The blond nation was used to these outbursts of rage. They would each retreat to a secluded room of the house and mope a while. This time Denmark didn't know how to mend things between him and his lover. Things had gotten pretty steamy downstairs. After an argument like this, one of them ended up sleeping in the living room to let things cool off. Denmark was always afraid Norway would leave him without warning after a fight. But to his great relief the blond found a way to calmly approach the blue-eyed nation and settle things straight.

  Denmark pressed his palms against his eyes and exhaled heavily. He tried to cool down and find the right things to say. He began to fear that after Norway continuously coming back to him, the country would have enough of that and would simply give up. The blond racked his brains in search of an activity Norway would initiate to bring them back together.

  He stood up in frustration and tossed the pillows from the bed to the far ends of their room. He wanted to break everything, the anger from their argument and the inevitable dread of a breakup resurfacing. Denmark violently opened drawers and threw everything out. He needed something to help him patch things up with Norway and quickly. The remorse was slowly consuming him. He had to find a way.

  In the midst of his search, he fell upon a weird looking scrapbook stashed under their bed. Denmark calmed down and reached for the book. He flipped the pages and smiled. Without any hesitation, he jolted up and sprinted through the hall, leaped down the stairs and burst into the living room.

  Norway was bundled up in a blanket and was gloomily staring at a picture of both countries happily entwined with one another. He turned around hearing Denmark enter and glanced away. The tall blond noticed his partner's red nose and eyes. A sharp feeling of shame and self-anger passed through his heart. He wanted to embrace the nation and kiss him but knew that would only result in more shouts and hostility.

  Instead, he sat on the other end of the couch and pushed the scrapbook toward Norway. With a sniffle he grabbed and opened it. Inside it were many drawings, texts and a couple images recollecting their shared memories.

  The hardest part now was to speak to each other, breaking that thick wall of bitterness and conflict. Denmark pointed to a taped good luck charm.

  "Do you remember why gave me this pouch?" he inquired with a warm gaze. Norway traced over the leather pouch and held back a chuckle.

  "You wanted to hunt down a boar to save me from it "hurting me". I was so afraid for your sake instead of mine that I made you this charm so it would protect you," responded the Nordic. "It worked pretty well too. You came back with only a missing tooth."

  Denmark guffawed and covered his face. "Oh my gosh, I had forgotten about that! The boar attacked me and I threw my axe at it, missing completely. It came charging and knocked me out against a tree. When I woke up it was laying dead thanks to hunters. I ran out of the woods to see you all panicked and reassured you I had killed it, using my lost tooth of proof of a fight," he confessed feeling ridiculous telling that story out loud.