“Hey, Norge! Happy Valentine's Day!” Denmark shouted at his companion. He held something behind his back. Norway backed up a little.
“Uh, yeah. You too. So, um, what've ya got there?” He said without expression, like always.
“PLEASE DON'T HATE ME CUZ I REALLY LIKE YOU!” He yelled in the other's face and shoved a package in front of him, then ran away.
“You...too?” Norway cocked an eyebrow.
~A bit later~
Norway sat on the edge of his bed and sat the package in his lap. Did Denmark really like him? Even though he most definitely did NOT show it, Norway liked him. A lot, actually. He didn't exactly know why, but he did. He was reserved, so being around the other's ecstatic personality balanced it out? Maybe.
He sighed, and tore away the paper. After tearing it all off he balled it up and tossed it in the trash can on the other side of his room.
It was an aluminum box that was red and blue, two of his favorite colours. He pulled off the top to reveal a variety of Danish butter cookies. He smiled to himself and picked a pretzel shaped one out. He brought it to his lips and nibbled on it. Right then the door creaked open.
“So...you actually..opened it?” Denmark asked him somewhat shyly. He hid half his face behind the door with the rest of his body. It was kind of adorable. Norway tilted his head.
“Ja*. Why wouldn't I?” Denmark walked further into the room, a light pink dusting his cheeks.
“Well, I...thought you..hated me.” Norway shook his head slowly. He sat down the box, popped the rest of the butter cookie in his mouth, and reached over in a drawer. He shuffled his hand around a moment then pulled out a red and white box. They were Denmark's flag colours on purpose, just like Norway's gift was, only his own colours, of course. Two of them at least.
“Here, take these. It's melkesjokolad*, homemade by me. I made them..just for you. Happy Valentine's Day.” He blushed and turned his head. Denmark walked over slowly to the bed and sat down next to Norway.
“Tak*..”
“Go ahead..open it and taste one.”
“That's what I was going to do anyway.” Denmark claimed proudly. He did as he said he would and his eyes lit up.
“This...This tastes like heaven, Norge. TAAAAAKK*..” He was basically drooling now.
Wow. Is it really that good?
“But still..I know something that will taste better.”
“Wha-MPHH!” Denmark quickly covered Norway's mouth with his own.
Denmark finally pulled away with a satisfied smirk. “Sweeter than anything I've ever tasted.”
Norway flushed red. “That—that was so cheesy!”
“Love ya Norge!” Denmark stood up and walked away hurriedly to call Prussia and tell him he finally kind of, confessed to Norway.
Norway smiled to himself for the second time in his life.(Most likely 2, twice in this fanfiction.)
“Jeg elsker deg også*.”
-_-TRANSLATIONS-_-
*Ja-Yes
*melkesjokolad- milk chocolate
*Tak-Thank you
*TAAAAAKK-(I'd say) THAAAANNK YOOOOUU
*Jeg elsker deg også-I love you too
So, I see you've read my DenNor story. I do NOT own Hetalia, Denmark, or Norway; just the story. Got it?
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