Hetalia One-Shots

DenNor : I'm So Sorry

  Just like he always did after each world meeting, Denmark would fetch Norway to go eat in the town's best restaurant. As he ran across the halls of Germany's house, he saw Norway talking with a couple other countries. With a great big smile, he went over to chat as well.

  Right before he pushed the doors wide open, he picked up on his name. The blond stopped and listened to more. They were indeed talking about him. He stayed silent and eavesdropped from the hallway.

  "You and Denmark have been awfully close these last few days," commented France.

  "Yeah. It's been like that for hundreds of years," replied the Nordic bitterly. "I don't think we've been separated more than two weeks otherwise he just starts a fit and it's unbearable."

  "And does it bother you that you're always together?" prodded the long-haired blond, the other nations listening curiously. Norway looked around timidly. All those eyes around him pressured him into answering.

  "Well... Uh... I... I don't know... He never leaves me alone, he's always dragging me off somewhere and that can be really annoying sometimes."

  Most countries nodded their heads in agreement and pursued the conversation. Denmark failed to hear the rest as Norway's last words rang in his head continuously. His chest tightened and he felt horrible. Embarrassment, betrayal, stupidity filled his spirit. The freckled nation walked away running the words over and over again in his mind.

  He walked out the building and left for his own house. If Norway didn't like being dragged around then he probably shouldn't ask him to eat with him that afternoon. Denmark got on the first train to Copenhagen and traveled alone and heartbroken.

  In Germany's conference office, Norway was searching every single room until he was asked to leave. The blond wondered where Denmark had gone. He waited in the front of the building hoping the tall country would come so they could have their traditional lunch together.

  An hour had passed and still no sight of the cheerful Nordic. Norway began heading towards the train station to get back to his house and texted Denmark, asking him where he was and if everything was alright. The blond was already at the North Sea taking a ferris to Sweden's place and Denmark still hadn't replied.

  Days went by and Norway didn't get any news from Denmark. His calls, texts, messages were all ignored. Every activity they usually did together, Norway was left alone. That went on for weeks, and both countries wallowed in gloom.

*

  Denmark was watching a cheesy movie drinking yet another beer. He didn't leave his house much, not having any entertaining activities to do now that he knew Norway didn't want to participate in them. He swallowed the bubbly beverage and heard a knock on the door. Well it was more of a thump then a sliding sound. The blue-eyed country went to open the door and saw something surprising.

  Slumped against the wooden frame was Norway, shitfaced drunk. His eyes were red and swollen, dark bags underlining them. His face was paler than usual and he looked skinnier than normal if that was possible. He kept mumbling incoherently to himself as tears trailed down his cheeks.

  "I'm sorry," slurred the blond gripping at his collar. "I did something wrong didn't I? I'm sorry... You... You don't love me anymore... I didn't mean to," Norway broke down in sobs. His face was spilling tears like a rainstorm and his breaths were interrupted by hiccups. The nation was a wreck. "I'm sorry..."

  Denmark stared in distress and stupor. The person he cared for the most, was deeply hurt by his rash and selfish actions. He realized he messed up pretty bad. He knelt down and cradled the blond. He watched over Norway's weeping face, looking for something to do, something to say. He didn't understand what was going. First Norway didn't want his company and now he was devastated that they weren't seeing each other.

  "No... Nor I... I do still love you," whispered Denmark with a small, pained smile. Norway whimpered and shook his head.

  "You don't... No you don't. You don't care for me any-"

  Denmark couldn't stand Norway talking like that. He impulsively crashed his mouth onto the blond's to stop him from speaking. Norway's lips tasted like liquor, but weren't disagreeable. Denmark pulled back and brushed his dear one's hair back, pressing his head against the uncovered forehead.

  "See... I do love you," stated the freckled country, caressing Norway. The dizzy blond nodded. He curled up into a ball and stuck against Denmark's chest so he could lift him. They went inside and laid on the couch.

  "I'm sorry for whatever I did, I really am," mumbled Norway sinking into the soft material. Denmark chuckled standing up and covered him with a blanket.

  "How about you get some rest? Then we can talk all about it," he proposed kneeling next to the sofa. Norway acquiesced and closed his eyes.

  "I love you Den," he declared sleepily. The blue-eyed nation stood up and kissed Norway's lips.

  "I love you too."

  The blond quickly fell asleep leaving Denmark sat on the floor watching over him. His fingers trailed up and down the resting country's arm as he pondered. They would have to clear things up later. But that didn't really bother him all that much. He still wasn't over the fact that he'd kissed Norway and obtained a confession as well. So being the big child he is, he sat there, gazing lovingly at Norway's sleeping face until he would wake up.