So it's still too fucking cold in the future, isn't it?
[He'll just whine about the temperature, don't mind him.
And also his hand will sneak over to rest on Norway's thigh, running up and down the leg.]
Ya don't heat the house enough fer any reasonable person too, I bet, even though ya could afford it. Can't fault ya, though, yer place is always way too cold. Ya should stay with me more often. Here, too! We haven't spent a night tagether in ages, that really sucks. Or I could come over ta yer place, but ya have that weird thing in yer house and it might eat someone in their sleep one day and I don't want that ta be one of us.
I suppose the weather has warmed up a bit... They're talking a lot about climate change. But still too cold fer ye, 'cause yer a whiny baby. [Norway glances at Denmark from the corner of his eye, quirking one brow quietly. It's cold up in the North and that's just that. You dress for the occasion.
He considers the later suggestion, and doesn't bother knocking Denmark's hand away from his thigh. Usually, or at least until now, Norway generally ignores such invitations. They end up sharing a bed if it happens but he's not going to plan for it. Except... if they are in a relationship, it's part of it, isn't it? And so he will make an exception for the date-night.]
So it's really getting warmer? Just give it a few centuries, and it will be nice even in winter! ...though do ya think that it will get as unbearably hot as in Spain's place? That would seriously suck, ya guys in the future should do something about it.
[And then the suggestion about spending the night together catches up with him, and dear Norway, I hope you aren't going around a corner right now because Denmark will swap the hand that he has on the other man's thigh and relocate his left arm to wrap around Norway's shoulders, doing the closest that he can to a hug while being held back by the seatbelt.] Ya're the best! We can get one of the saunas going, too, two of the cabins are free this weekend!
[Okay, that's too much even for determined Norway and he uses his free hand to push Denmark away and the other clutching the steering wheel will desperately try to right his course on the road.]
[He lets himself be pushed back and blinks at Norway in something between confusion and hurt. Norway was being so affectionate and he could really have gotten used to it and now he isn't anymore and not even letting him hug him and... why...
Would like ta get ta the park in one piece. [Norway glowers at Denmark from the corner of his eye, but only momentarily as he has to concentrate on driving instead.]
[Norway snorts and doesn't seem to think that's worth of answering, really. Feel free to pout as much as you want, Denmark. He ain't going to cuddle you while driving a car.
It won't take long in any case. The park isn't that far away. Nothing is far away in this town.]
[Well, the parking lot is somewhat empty and the car is not moving, so Norway doesn't bother pushing Denmark away. But he doesn't return the embrace. It'd just be awkward and they have all the opportunities for that later on.]
Sure. They're convenient. [Like a man purse really. Women pull all that stuff around in their purses, men just store it in their cars.
He steps out of the car and picks up the basket from the backseat. Then he waits for Denmark to get out before locking the doors. (Old habits die hard.) He folds the blanket on Denmark's arm before starting off to the park.]
Great, not grand! And being with ya is always great, so unless ya planned ta take out the garbage tagether or visit Sweden which can be kind of the same thing it would be great.
Though this is a date so there has ta be something special, right? Beyond it only being us two.
[Kicking and shoving leaves up and away... okay, who knows if this actually helps while he is not looking at what he does and pausing to flail a hand every other second.]
And ya said that we'll spend the whole night tagether too that is awesome as well. ...aren't ya still hungover, though? Ya looked like death warmed over only a few hours ago.
...But ya do that with friends, too. Only the two, nobody else. It can't be "just that", Nor, but it's okay ta get that wrong I have no clue, either. maybe we should go ta the library and find some books on it, what do ya think?
[Scooting closer the moment both their butts have hit the blanket.]
[ And to prove his point, Norway will quite unceremoniously lean on Denmark and kiss him wherever he happens to reach. He's still tired even if his hangover is much easier to handle now and just... leaning to Denmark sounds like a solid idea. ]
[There will be an arm around Norway within seconds, though Denmark is not really moving in right now, simply looking down at the other nation.]
Ya mean the being affectionate makes it dating, so we've technically been dating fer afes? ...or that both are affectionate? So whenever ya're affectionate we're dating?
... [Norway sighs. Explaining this to Denmark is like pulling hair.
He doesn't look up at Denmark, instead just settles against him, shifting over until he can lean his head back against Denmark's shoulder, his hand on Denmark's thigh, even if he's not touching him otherwise. ]
... s' not that. [ He pauses to think. And then hurries in before Denmark opens his mouth again. ] But I guess that's part of it.
[ Why do you have to be so embarrassingly slow, Denmark? ]
[It's not that Denmark is unreasonably slow - it is a new concept, and one that he never had reason to acquaint himself with. One that doesn't really work with his perception of nations' love lives, either.
The thing that makes it so tedious is that he airs every thought and contemplation about it immediately after the thought hit his brain.]
So if you're affectionate, I'm not allowed to shag someone else, right? That doesn't sound like a bad deal, ya know, even though I don't get why it needs ta be made so complicated. And we're not able ta conceive anyway so it's not like someone else could get me pregnant or I could get someone else pregnant. And I could ask about stds and such. But if that is what ya want out of the deal that is okay.
It sounds like fun. [He grins, an afterthought occurring to him.] And I could tell Sweden that I went steady with ya before he did with Finland when he finally gets there.
[ This is not going well at all. And Norway is getting frustrated. It's starting to piss him off quite frankly. Which might be good because that usually heralds some rather direct statements. His shoulders tense and he falls silent for a moment before speaking up. ]
Look, it's like this...
[ A deep breath that could have been calming if he hadn't been trying to hammer this through for quite a while now. ]
Ye can fuck around as much as you like, but going steady as ye say, it's something different. There's emotional intimacy if ye even know what the hell that means. Y'might be okay with bein' in a semi relationship with tons of people, but I ain't comfortable with that. I want ta know that yer not goin' ta mess around with someone else. Because ta me, bein' together is more than just fuckin' a friend.
[ It's probably longest he's spoken for a while and that too is getting to his nerves. The lingering headache and nausea do not help. ]
If yer fine with just fucking around and bein' friends, that's going to negate this contract, 'cause I'm not goin' ta force ye.
But I have emotional intimacy for ya! Ya're my best friend and as great as other people are and as much fun as fucking them is, it's always more fun with ya and ya are cooler. And hotter.
[He's really trying to find his way through this jungle, but the problem is that he has no clue what he is even searching for so where should his path lead?]
It's not just fucking a friend! I mean, of course it is because we are friends, and it's fucking, but... Ya are the only one that I do it with a lot, right? And I always come back ta ya! [is he getting at something he hopes that he is] And since coming here I've barely fucked someone that wasn't ya. Only once, really. That has ta count fer something, right?
...and I don't seem how ya would force me. How would ya even do that?
[ Denmark might have said something important there, somewhere in there, he might have had a point and good things to say, too. But the one thing Norway is going to focus on is the fact that his stomach drops away with the mention of fucking someone else in Holly Heights, too. He hadn't really thought about it. Of course he knew it would be stupid to assume anything else but that doesn't really change the fact that it feels like pouring icewater down from the collar of his shirt. It's a different thing back in their world where there are times when they barely see each other, compared to here where they're constantly close enough to just reach and touch.
Being inadequate for something is not a great feeling. Knowing that he's not enough.
He sits up, leaning forward instead of back, putting air between them, quietly. He stares down at his hands, resting peacefully in his lap. He's never asked. Never wanted to know.
Norway rolls up to his feet, stepping away from Denmark. But he's not going anywhere, just standing up, hands on his hips, head bowed forward as he's thinking. Or rather, trying to organize his thoughts. ]
[At least be happy that Denmark is showing some resemblance of self preservation!
...and that will actually make the nation pause for a moment and think, though he is shuffling over towards Norway and getting up at the same time.]
At a festival, I think it was the resort opening! So a while ago. I'm sure she's clean too so ya don't need ta worry about that. And we weren't dating anyway, so why are ya angry? Ya need ta learn ta not expect people ta do what ya want them ta do without having asked them beforehead.
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[He'll just whine about the temperature, don't mind him.
And also his hand will sneak over to rest on Norway's thigh, running up and down the leg.]
Ya don't heat the house enough fer any reasonable person too, I bet, even though ya could afford it. Can't fault ya, though, yer place is always way too cold. Ya should stay with me more often. Here, too! We haven't spent a night tagether in ages, that really sucks. Or I could come over ta yer place, but ya have that weird thing in yer house and it might eat someone in their sleep one day and I don't want that ta be one of us.
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He considers the later suggestion, and doesn't bother knocking Denmark's hand away from his thigh. Usually, or at least until now, Norway generally ignores such invitations. They end up sharing a bed if it happens but he's not going to plan for it. Except... if they are in a relationship, it's part of it, isn't it? And so he will make an exception for the date-night.]
We could spend the night at the resort.
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[And then the suggestion about spending the night together catches up with him, and dear Norway, I hope you aren't going around a corner right now because Denmark will swap the hand that he has on the other man's thigh and relocate his left arm to wrap around Norway's shoulders, doing the closest that he can to a hug while being held back by the seatbelt.] Ya're the best! We can get one of the saunas going, too, two of the cabins are free this weekend!
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.... Denmark.
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Talk about lacking self-awareness.]
What is it?
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[he slumps back in his seat. See him pout for three seconds or something.]
We could have walked and held hands while doing that! People do that on dates! Walk around and hold hands and talk about stuff.
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It won't take long in any case. The park isn't that far away. Nothing is far away in this town.]
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As soon as the engine has stopped, Denmark will try to repeat the action from before. See, he was good!]
Ya just really like driving those, don't ya? I bets it's really useful in yer place though where everything is miles away from everything.
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Sure. They're convenient. [Like a man purse really. Women pull all that stuff around in their purses, men just store it in their cars.
He steps out of the car and picks up the basket from the backseat. Then he waits for Denmark to get out before locking the doors. (Old habits die hard.) He folds the blanket on Denmark's arm before starting off to the park.]
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What are we doing now? I bet ya thought of something great, right?
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But he'll nudge them both towards some semi private looking nook in the park, under a big maple tree already pushing some yellow and red leaves.]
Yer going ta be disappointed if ye expected something grand.
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Though this is a date so there has ta be something special, right? Beyond it only being us two.
[Kicking and shoving leaves up and away... okay, who knows if this actually helps while he is not looking at what he does and pausing to flail a hand every other second.]
And ya said that we'll spend the whole night tagether too that is awesome as well. ...aren't ya still hungover, though? Ya looked like death warmed over only a few hours ago.
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That's the whole point, I guess. Just us. Don't think the rest really matters.
[He drops the basket onto the blanket and takes a seat, patting the blanket next to him somewhat invitingly.]
I'll be fine. Just a hangover.
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[Scooting closer the moment both their butts have hit the blanket.]
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[ And to prove his point, Norway will quite unceremoniously lean on Denmark and kiss him wherever he happens to reach. He's still tired even if his hangover is much easier to handle now and just... leaning to Denmark sounds like a solid idea. ]
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Ya mean the being affectionate makes it dating, so we've technically been dating fer afes? ...or that both are affectionate? So whenever ya're affectionate we're dating?
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He doesn't look up at Denmark, instead just settles against him, shifting over until he can lean his head back against Denmark's shoulder, his hand on Denmark's thigh, even if he's not touching him otherwise. ]
... s' not that. [ He pauses to think. And then hurries in before Denmark opens his mouth again. ] But I guess that's part of it.
[ Why do you have to be so embarrassingly slow, Denmark? ]
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The thing that makes it so tedious is that he airs every thought and contemplation about it immediately after the thought hit his brain.]
So if you're affectionate, I'm not allowed to shag someone else, right? That doesn't sound like a bad deal, ya know, even though I don't get why it needs ta be made so complicated. And we're not able ta conceive anyway so it's not like someone else could get me pregnant or I could get someone else pregnant. And I could ask about stds and such. But if that is what ya want out of the deal that is okay.
It sounds like fun. [He grins, an afterthought occurring to him.] And I could tell Sweden that I went steady with ya before he did with Finland when he finally gets there.
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Look, it's like this...
[ A deep breath that could have been calming if he hadn't been trying to hammer this through for quite a while now. ]
Ye can fuck around as much as you like, but going steady as ye say, it's something different. There's emotional intimacy if ye even know what the hell that means. Y'might be okay with bein' in a semi relationship with tons of people, but I ain't comfortable with that. I want ta know that yer not goin' ta mess around with someone else. Because ta me, bein' together is more than just fuckin' a friend.
[ It's probably longest he's spoken for a while and that too is getting to his nerves. The lingering headache and nausea do not help. ]
If yer fine with just fucking around and bein' friends, that's going to negate this contract, 'cause I'm not goin' ta force ye.
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[He's really trying to find his way through this jungle, but the problem is that he has no clue what he is even searching for so where should his path lead?]
It's not just fucking a friend! I mean, of course it is because we are friends, and it's fucking, but... Ya are the only one that I do it with a lot, right? And I always come back ta ya! [is he getting at something he hopes that he is] And since coming here I've barely fucked someone that wasn't ya. Only once, really. That has ta count fer something, right?
...and I don't seem how ya would force me. How would ya even do that?
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Being inadequate for something is not a great feeling. Knowing that he's not enough.
He sits up, leaning forward instead of back, putting air between them, quietly. He stares down at his hands, resting peacefully in his lap. He's never asked. Never wanted to know.
And yet the need to know is suffocating him. ]
Just once? Who?
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Belgium, 'cause she's hot and a good bro and Nethlerlands wasn't around yet so it wasn't even dangerous!
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Norway rolls up to his feet, stepping away from Denmark. But he's not going anywhere, just standing up, hands on his hips, head bowed forward as he's thinking. Or rather, trying to organize his thoughts. ]
...when?
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...and that will actually make the nation pause for a moment and think, though he is shuffling over towards Norway and getting up at the same time.]
At a festival, I think it was the resort opening! So a while ago. I'm sure she's clean too so ya don't need ta worry about that. And we weren't dating anyway, so why are ya angry? Ya need ta learn ta not expect people ta do what ya want them ta do without having asked them beforehead.
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