Hetalia Ships and Crack

DenNor Fluff

     "Why does he hate me?"

    That one question flew around Denmark's mind over and over again until it felt like his head might burst. Why does he hate me?! He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize that he had said it out loud.

      "What?" Asks Norway, looking up from the book cradled in his lap. His eyes travels to
Mathias' slowly before returning to his page. "Did something happen?" His voice was cold, appearing to give little interest. Denmark started to pace, unsure of what to do. He had not meant to bring this up quite yet, but now seemed like the time.

      The house was empty except for the two of them, leaving the usually lively house silent. The snow fell in heavy sheets outside and slowly drowns the Nordic home. Norway sits on the white sofa, his book open on top of his crossed legs as he reads.  Denmark stands in front of the fire place, hands clasped behind his back as he attempts to get up the nerve to face the soon to be wrath of the smaller man.

       "Why do you hate me?" He asks, trying to look anywhere but at Norway. Usually Norway wouldn't bat an eye or even look up from his book, but something was different. Mathias' voice sounded dead, like this question was one he had a lot.

     "I don't," He says shortly, closing the book and looking up at him, trying to catch his gaze. Denmark's expression turns cold and he chuckles darkly.

      "Don't lie to me Norge," He says, almost spitting the words out like they burned him "I know you don't give a crap about me! I can tell-" He's cut off be Norway standing up and striding over to him and grabbing him by the collar.

     "I told you, I don't hate you." His eyes look into Mathias', trying to convey the feelings his words couldn't. Denmark only laughs again and shoves him away slightly.

      "Stop it Lukas." Denmark says,"Don't make this harder than it already is."

     "Do you need me to prove it to you? Prove that I care?" This takes Denmark by surprise and he looks up, raising a eyebrow.

        "What?"  Without a reply, Lukas gently pulls him down by his tie, pressing their lips together softly.

     The kiss is gentle and warm, the softness of the others lips reassuring Denmark's pained heart. But Norway doesn't plan on stopping at a simple kiss. He snakes a hand down the front of Denmark's chest until he reached his lower regions and gently starts to run his hand over it. Mathias gasps at the cold touch, his eyes closing in bliss as surprise. Norway let's out a small chuckle and pulls his hand away, pressing his body against the others.

     "I don't hate you," He says simply, pressing another kiss onto Mathias' lips,"I love you."