Denmark & Norway, late 1940

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[It is early afternoon, Germany and Prussia are away to attend some meeting or the other or visit their troops or whatever - Denmark could really care less at the moment, because not only they are gone. Everyone except for Poland is, who is locked into his basement room and wouldn't be a problem anyway because he isn't on Germany's side - out of all of them he really has the least reason to be. Especially considering who is on the nazis side. The look on the long haired blond's face whenever he is confronted with Lithuania is an expression of betrayal if the Scandinavian has ever seen one.

But that isn't on Denmark's mind as he walks up the stairs from the kitchen, a tray with two portions of lunch in his hands. They are larger than reasonable, but this is Germany's house. The consequences of the war haven't really reached this place yet. He stops in front of the door to Norway's room, remembering to knock at the last minute despite his excitement - he wants his friend to know who is visiting, so the other male can feel safe. They can finally talk freely, and he can visit Nor and it will be great. He really misses just hanging out with his best friend, but he knows that their captors frown upon such things and there are certain lines that he will be careful not to cross, or to only cross with caution. He can do a lot, but that doesn't mean that he can do everything.]

Hey, Nor, I'm coming in!

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[Sitting by the window, Norway doesn't hear the knock at first. He's deep in his thoughts, staring out through bars on his window sill. He is done with pacing now, just quietly seething and trying to gather energy for later. The situation has him worn and tired, practically sleeping none and eating even less, but alive and stubborn to hold his head up high whenever it is needed of him. There are bruises all over him, a bandage going over his forehead and several under his clothes, but now he's just too damn angry to feel the pain.

Anger, it seems, is what keeps him going, anger and bitterness.

Denmark's cheerful voice jolts him back to the present time, however, and he glances back at the door quietly. Denmark will enter in any case, he doesn't have to give him leave to do so. And would he really be in any position to sanction any permissions in any case?

Despite his petrified mood, however, Norway feels just a little bit lighter around his chest to know that Denmark is close by. Not that he expects any heroics from the other Scandinavian, or would really want him to participate in any such foolishness. But Denmark is his brother and family, this will never change, even in Germany's house.]

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[Denmark waits another moment and then decides that Norway just doesn't feelt like answering - he hopes very much that that is the case. Norway can still answer, right? But anyway, after fumbling with the lock for a moment - he is allowed to open it to get Norway his food today - the door is thrown open and Denmark grins broadly as he places the tray on the bed.]

Look, Nor, I brought lunch! I even got some cake fer us, even though that was hard ta find. And soup, and some bread, and the coffee isn't real but ya can have mine too if ya want ta make up fer that. [Logic what is that. Denmark will chatter on about the food until he straightens up and turns around to walk over to Norway.]

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[It has become a habit as of late. Norway quietly observes as Denmark enters, watching him for any signs of injury, any at all, trying to sink the threat that he felt in those few quiet moments before the door was thrown open in a very usual manner for the other nation.

When he detects no signs of damage on Denmark, he sighs, out of relief and just because the chatter is just utterly unfitting for the moment.

But that is Denmark for you.]

's okay fer you t'be here?

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I gotta bring ya yer food! [He isn't completely unhurt, but it are minor things, nothing compared to the other members of the household, and nothing that he would really spend too many thoughts on.

Denmark grins triumphantly, though there is a tinge of bitterness to it.] Told Germany that we can't have ya starve, and he said okay. As long as ya're not running around the house. [He doesn't like conditions, doesn't like to obey them, hates being ordered around- but if they mean that he can meet Norway he will bite down his pride for once. It takes him only a few moments to cross the few steps between them and wrap his arms around the other nation, hugging him tighly.] I told ya I'd get ta meet ya soon!

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[For once, Norway just takes the intimacy as it comes. He knows Denmark was hurt as well, and that only makes things worse, doesn't it? Neither of them has injuries that could be compared to those of Poland's, even Norway is fully capable of taking that hug and more, leaning just a light bit on Denmark and letting his face rest against a bony shoulder in hopes of Denmark not noticing just how shaken he is.

It's good, to feel a steady beat of a heart against his own.

He thought he'd actually want to say something, perhaps even a thank you, but he can't bring himself to speak, fearing for his voice to crack.]

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Did ya hear the rain last night? Maybe England tried ta shove his weather over ta the continent ta have a calm night fer once. [He's trying to keep the war and the occupation out of his words, not so much for Norway's comfort but mostly because he simply does not want to think about it - he only wants to think about them being together right now and any mention of the situation would easily lead to something else down the path. He's trying to not think about other things that would give the brit sleepless nights, moderately connected to the weather.]

He might even be able to do that with his fairies. [He laughs] Little small things, pushing clouds over the sea ta not get wet. With wings. [He finds a middle ground between imitating the flapping of wings and hugging Norway, keeping one arm wrapped around the other man and flailing the other arm through the air.]

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[Norway gives a snort, lifting his head to look at Denmark and his idiot face.] Yes, fairies controllin' th' rain. Yer makin' perfect sense. [Like usual, goes without saying.

He punches Denmark's arm but doesn't push him away, not yet. It's half addicting to feel this warm and close to someone. Even this idiot.

Especially this idiot. Norway has been independent for a while and grown accustomed to the idea, but wars are different. Between silence from Sweden and pressure from Arthur, it felt quite lonely to be on the seat of interest without his brothers by his side. A detail that Norway will never speak a word about.

He turns to look outside, frowning at the scenery like it would be the sole cause of his predicament.] Mist. Next yer gonna say that Arthur's gonna use the fae weather as a cover for his operations.

Touchier person might think yer mockin' the ancient forces.

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I always do! [What is irony. Norway just said that what he assumed made perfect sense. He gets some more excited cuddling for that, and Denmark's head nuzzling into his hair.]

And that'd be the best use fer them, wouldn't it? Better than creeping out the kid [aka America] by talking ta thin air.

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[Norway lifts a brow, turning his head to look at Denmark even if that brings them to uncomfortably close to each other. (Well, that is a questionable statement considering...) He even leans in until there's just a breath of air between their noses.] You should know better.

[Those dully blue eyes seem calm, however. This is just a statement.] Are y'trying ta say that trolls don't exist either?

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Trolls are real. They are way cooler than fairies, not little thingies that are only troublesome when they play pranks. [And also he has never been punched by a fairy. Also that Norway is getting this close to him can clearly only mean one thing.]

They'll be gone the whole day, if ya want ta fuck, we have all the time! We should eat first, but we can start now, too!

[Denmark's eyes have been bright and happy about finally being able to spend time with Norway since he arrived, and they don't really change when he puckers his lips, making a kissy face. He's not trying to actually kiss the other nation - normally he would, but considering that he isn't sure how hurt Norway is he can't know if his friend would be able to punch him if he isn't in the mood he will leave it at this.]

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[This idiocy has calmed his stomach somewhat. (Yup, that's his story and he's sticking with it.) And a reminder of food makes it growl. He pulls back enough to look down, sigh and then push Denmark's kissy face away with a bandaged hand. (No need to lose that appetite that he has managed to gain from somewhere...)

It's not that the idea of physical intimacy is actually a repulsive one, or that he is too hurt to go there. It might actually be really nice, forgetting all about this... infuriating war even for the span of a mindblowing release. And there is about one person right now that Norway would let that close to him.

But he's hungry and the prospect of food is just more tempting than Denmark's dick. Don't take it personally.]

The fae of Britain are quite terrible in their own right, [he says, climbing up to his feet a bit gingerly but surely and moving to the bed where Denmark left the food.] Food now, [he says simply.] Fucking later.

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[Denmark takes it personally. The promise that is, and the content of the promise aside (which is nice, not to get him wrong) it means that Norway wants to spend more time with him and likes him and and keep him around, and most likely won't mind if he gets physical again! ...not that Denmark wouldn't have tried to hug him anyway.

The other nation really needs to be cheered up, after all. Denmark whistles as he follows his friend, some melody that vaguely resembles... nothing really. He's falling through different songs, never staying long enough for one to become recognizable.]

I can get ya more water, if ya want - the soup smells really good, doesn't it? I made it just fer ya! [or he choose which one to make based on what was available and what he thought Norway would like] I wanted ta get fruit too, but it's the wrong time of the year. Do ya want ta eat on the bed? We can sit on the ground or at the window too, and I can feed ya if ya want!

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[Norway sits down and through his colorless lashes he watches Denmark approach. After the endless seeming ramble, he sighs and reaches for the idiot, yanking him down to sit on the bed. It's probably answer enough. To be sure - you never know with this stupid Dane - he ventures a simple: ] Sit. We're good for now.

[The soup spilled a bit with the bed shifting under their weights and Norway picks it up first, sniffing it suspiciously, but with clear hunger in his eyes. He holds it up with his bandaged hand gingerly propping it against his chest and spoons a taste with his free hand while watching Denmark over the steam. He doesn't comment about the taste but it says enough that he's unable to put the spoon down once he's started. And the fact that his eyes never leave Denmark should speak clearly for his desire to keep the other nation close, enough that he feels nervous letting him out of his sight.]

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Okay!

[People should not be able to eat and talk at the same time - and for their words to still make sense as they do that. But Denmark someone manages. It slows his eating speed down tremendously, though.]

Do ya like it? It's not too hot I hope, ya shouldn't burn yer tongue on it. I did, but that was when I tasted it so it should be cooler now. I almost got it too salty, but now it turned out just right, didn't it? I wanted ta get bread with it, but there was none left and I couldn't go out and get some because that'd have been too far. [And because he had to promise to stay inside while everyone except for the two other occupied countries was gone - that or he wouldn't have gotten the keys. But he's not going to mention that here.] Sweden would probably have served it way too cool because he's lame and thinks everyone is a kid and unable to not get burnt if he doesn't check on it. He just really sucks like that. [His voice doesn't change at all when he insults his neighbour - it's just a natural part of his speech pattern.]

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... at least he thinks, [Norway mutters over his plate while taking a small break in spooning the food down his throat. It is good. But it's easier to insult Denmark than thank him. It's easier to do the same thing they've been doing for quite a while rather than actually venture out of his comfort zone and admit feeling thankful and maybe even a bit cherished.

The opportunist in him is tempted to ask Denmark to smuggle him out. It could be done. He's sure of it. But it would mean quite a tremendous threat to Denmark himself, if not right away, then later. And Nor isn't ready to take that upon his shoulders.

He lowers his plate down as he's done with the soup and reaches for the coffee. It doesn't matter if it's not real. It's something, and he's eager to have it. But instead of picking up the cup right away, he brushes his fingers over Denmark's thigh. A gentle gesture that speaks of all the things he isn't willing to say aloud. Not willing right now, because he feels fragile and humiliated enough to bow his head any lower.]

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And when he thinks his face crunches up and looks like an old apple. [He tries to imitate Sweden's face and does a horrible job at it - Denmark can look scary, but not in the way that his neighbour does.] And then he scares everyone off with his lameness. I bet that's why he's like that, all his dates run away and he never gets laid.

[...leave it to Denmark to miss and/or misinterpret subtle gestures.] Do ya want ta sit in my lap? [Excited. That would be awesome, and he could wrap his arms around Norway and maybe braid the longer strands of his hair and...

He's already reaching down to pick up the tray and put it to the ground to be able to inch closer to his friend as he says it. One of the reasons why he such a problem with the word no - he tends to start things before waiting for the answer to the question.]

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[Norway says nothing about Sweden. He finds that purely on physical attributes, his quiet neighbor is probably a lot more attractive than Denmark. But this is a conversation that he doesn't want to get into, not right now. Sometimes Nor rubs it on Denmark's face just for the sake of putting his ego down a notch, but he doesn't really want to deal with that kind of shitstorm while punching Denmark would be such a bother broken body considered and the coffee that he just managed to fish up.

He cradles the cup against his chest and gives Denmark a blank stare.] No. [But instead, he shifts while Denmark puts away the tray. He reaches to grab a bit of the promised cake and moves to lean his back against Denmark's shoulder, close but still having his own space.]

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[Uncool, telling a guy his brother is hotter. Especially when he clearly isn't. Nothing about Sweden is better than Denmark, and his looks and voice and cooking and [...] especially.

Also one arm will be slung around Norway's waist.]

It's still pretty soft, though! Not as much muscles and meat as I used to have, but not too bony yet, either! [He lost weight, but has been off okay so far - the war is only starting to show on his person when it comes to that.] And I can hold ya so ya don't have to spend and thoughts on staying upright and can concentrate on the cake - do ya want me ta get it fer ya? And ya can have my coffee too, if ya want. When did ya eat last?

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Don't remember, [Norway mumbles his reply, hoping that Denmark will not make anything out of it. It doesn't matter, he still has some weight to lose. He knows it'll be like this for quite a while and rationing will be in order, but he will get through it somehow. His people are strong and stubborn, they'll survive.

He settles against Denmark comfortably, letting his head fall back against a shoulder momentarily as he just enjoys the sensation of being warm and safe and full. It might not be right to do this, might not be fair to Denmark to steal a moment of peace from him without even asking if there's even a whisper of truth in it. But Norway doesn't care. He will pretend if he has to.

He opens his eyes and moves to prod Denmark's thigh with the hand that is holding his piece of cake.] Think y'have a flatterin' idea of yer own lap.

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I see! [Nope, he doesn't at all, but that does not matter because obviously Norway just agreed with him. ...With something. But he agreed. Which of course he would because they are best friends!

He would like to get his cake but that would mean shaking the other nation's head off his shoulder, which he definitely does not want. So he just sits there and maybe pulls Norway a bit closer, happy about the quiet moment together. He isn't good at being alone, but he also isn't good at not being himself and just blurting out everything that he thinks, so he tends to avoid the only company that he could easily get these days - Finland would probably be the only one whom he could trust as well as spend time with, but he lives rather far away and... it is just strange to face him in the current situation, roles almost reversed when compared to only half a century ago. They were never personal enemies, but he also never really took notice of the easternmost Nordic.

He tilts and turns his head until he can blow hot breath against the back of the other nations ear.] Everything about me is flattering! And everything about ya, too. We got all the great things and Sweden stood behind the door when they were distributed and got nothing.

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[Norway shivers as Denmark breathes into his ear, he shifts and turns his face towards the Dane with a frown, but ends up rubbing his cheek against the smooth line Denmark's jaw rather than headbutt him as you might have expected. It's ... comforting to be close to him and just feel him. It's not necessarily anything sexual, not when he still has his coffee and cake which take preference right now, but just physical and thus simpler connection than that they share emotionally.

Sighing, Norway sips more of his coffee and aims a bit of cake somewhere he imagines Denmark's mouth is.] Chew on that, [he says softly,] An' ya might wanna stop bitchin' about Sve. It sounds like yer puffin' yer cheeks in fronta mirror an' practicin' yer lines.

[Norway shifts again, this time just a bit, leaning more towards Denmark. His coffee is almost done. His nose ghosts against Denmark's jawline as he murmurs:] Childish.

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[He takes the cake from Norway's fingers and starts chewing enthusiastically. It's partly because cake is rare and this one is delicious and partly because Norway fed it to him. He loves being physical, cuddling and feeding each other and just being close, feeling others in general - it might be because his higher population density because of size, or that he has never really been alone - even after Norway left he still had the kids - but out of all Nordics, he is the least able to take being alone, even for short timespans. He doesn't mind hanging out with his own people instead of nations, though that is always different. But there is simply nothing that tops family.]

Ya should take a bite from mine in return. And give it ta me while ya're at it. [Give him his cakeeeeeeeeeeeee but he won't move as long as Norway is being this nice and physically affectionate. He's really trying to not break the spell. Restraint is hard.]

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[It's surprising that Denmark would let go of the topic of How best insult Sverige. But Norway is actually relieved. Sweden-- No, he just doesn't want to think about it.

He mutters something under his breath, something unclear and totally not polite at all as he leans back and reaches for the cake and place his empty coffee cup on the tray instead. It's not that he's annoyed, not really. It wouldn't end up well for the cake if he were. But as he returns with the bit of cake, he resumes his place against Denmark, this time throwing a thigh over Denmark's lap and feeding him another bit of the cake. Then Norway break another mouthful for himself as he slides onto Denmark's lap, leaning in to kiss away a few crumbs from the corner of his mouth.]

... y'okay, Danmark? [he asks quietly as their faces are now so close that a whisper is enough. He licks his fingers clean before breaking away another bit of the cake, this one he'll offer to Denmark again. There is something very serious in those blue eyes, something quietly frantic and hopeful but don't expect him to actually talk about it.]

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[Small wonders happen - it's all about distracting Denmark. His attention span is not the best, so if you distract him long enough, the train of thought that he had before that will be gone. And what Norway is doing now is a really good way to achieve that.

Normally he would ust pull Norway close and laugh, or maybe not laugh because that is hard to do properly through a kiss, when they get to this point, but Norway's eyes keep him from doing that just yet. He even refrains from poking out his tongue to fish for the cake just yet, answering instead in a voice that is equally low. They are alone in the house, but still - still.]

I miss ya.

[Though that is not quite true; it is not only Norway that he misses. He sent the kids away when it became clear that Germany wouldn't care about any neutralities, he sent them, but that does not mean that he enjoys how quiet his house has become. And staying in this big house in Berlin is not better - there might be others, but it doesn't feel right. There is too much bad blood that he cannot, doesn't want to, do anything about. And more than that, it is not his own house. He was almost a millenium younger when he last had to live with someone without being in charge. So he stays in one of his own houses as often as possible, but... they are all empty.]

FTB from here.

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