[Denmark's intentions might be good, but Norway doesn't know that. He assumes that Denmark is about to grab him again and hold him down. At the first contact he gives a small yelp, and pushes back, giving a half hearted punch somewhere towards Denmark's face, ending up punching him onto one of his shoulders and in the process probably throwing both of them to the ground, quite possibly himself on top of Denmark.]
Nor! Don't upset yer head like that! [Denmark is totally ignoring that he just got punched, that happens a lot but Norway isn't feeling well so he should really not do those things!!!!] Ya'll just throw up all over the floor or fall and get hurt or something like that!
Shut up! [This is Norway, face planted to Denmark's stomach and feeling utterly embarrassed. He pushes himself up and rolls back, until his back meets with the wall, knees lifted up and arms planted on them, face between his hands.
This is just ridiculous.
He feels so shaken with everything that has been going on and then this. This...
Do ya want some water? I don't think coffee's the best right now. ...I can carry ya ta the couch if ya want ta lie down. [He leans forward to try to look into Norway's eyes, which probably makes him look utterly ridiculous.]
.... don't want anything. [Okay, it might sound a bit grumpy, sulky even, coming from between Norway's arms where he's burying his face. He doesn't want to deal with this now.
But maybe somewhere there, he is a little happy that Denmark is here and trying to work things out. He's just really lousy at admitting it.]
[How is this so god damn difficult? He finally lifts his head, looks at Denmark with a frown, his cheeks still red from embarrassment and anger. No one else will ever see him like this. At least that much is true.]
How can ye not know? [He bites his teeth together and leans back against the wall.] I want ye ta want only me, too.
But ya are the only one that I couldn't live without being able ta meet and talk ta anymore! [Sex and romance are just... not particularely interwined for him.]
[Well, okay, that will make Norway pause. It's so unexpectedly sweet.
Surely, he knows how much Denmark cares for him, but ... it's not the same as this. He gives a moment for his heart to stop racing.
Why does such a small thing make him feel like this suddenly?
But okay, giving in a bit, reaching for Denmark's hand quietly. It takes a moment to get there really, one lingering moment. And when he has their fingers laced together he ventures:] ...and if I can't deal with ye fucking other people?
[It's a mix of bafflement and curiosity and... something else. He simply is not sure what to think. Sure, he knows the whole modern day thing of being with someone else being a no-go; because most of them aren't women he never really assumed it to go for nations before hitting the 19th century, or at least not for the male nations, and that includes him and Norway - and they are such old beings, why... but sure, jealous-] Are ya jealous if I fuck someone else? But it's just fucking! It's fun! And I'm careful, I check my partners fer signs of STDs. [He leans forward a bit.] It's not like it has anything ta do with how I feel about anyone.
It's never just sex. [Norway bites his teeth together. It's really not the right time to have this discussion but it's the one they chose and fuck it... He climbs to his feet, going to fetch a rag to clean up the floor and the porcelain shards.] It's intimacy and in yer case a lot of flirting and hugs and quite likely second rounds and--
[He takes a break with the shards in his hands, floor wiped clean and just breathes to calm down as he stands up again.]
In a lot of cases ye might be completely detached but what about the other people? I don't want ta be in a relationship with ye and yer million lovers.
[And okay, somewhere within him there is a fear that says that Denmark will get bored of him, will find someone nicer, someone with brighter personality to compliment his own. And right beside it a roaring beast of possessiveness is screaming that he he should be the only one who is allowed to do those special things to Denmark, with him. He's not really listening to what Denmark is saying, because it's an idea that he is not prepared for at all, it's not something he can function with.]
Don't like sharing, [he mutters as he returns to the sink.]
I don't have a million lovers. There's barely been anyone that wasn't ya since I got here. And I don't have relationships with them. ...some of them are bros or good friends, though! Which is no problem at all, because it means that ya don't have ta worry about husbands or wives or creepy stalkers that ya didn't know about before.
[He watches Norway's back but, wonders of wonders, doesn't go after him immediately.]
But yeah, we aren't in a relationship. [Seriously what does Norway think...]
No, ye only have had almost a million lovers. [And to the trash the shards go.] I can't do that. [This one comes quietly.] Ta wonder whether everyone I meet have seen yer dick and know exactly what tone of voice ye take when yer about to come.
[Norway leans to the side of the sink, his fingers curling around it, still facing rather the kitchen cupboards rather than Denmark. He shifts his weight from one side to another, awkward.]
... Can't call ye mine like that.
[He's coming to a conclusion here. And while it took a while to get here - it seems he wasn't really able to think about it on his own - he feels right about it. Isn't it quite impossible to fit these two completely different kind of pieces together and not end up with an ugly mess.]
[completely ignoring that Norway just told him to forget about it, because he is hung up on it now.]
ya mean that what dating means is that ya only fuck the other person? And that is all? [Because the way Norway says it, it sounds like that.] ...So ya own their sex life?
I want ta be with ya, Nor. I want ta do all the fun things with ya, because ya're my best friend and my most important person and I want ta stay with ya forever. But... but. But if dating is only about limitations and there is nothing else that comes with it then that sounds like it jsut really sucks.
No. [Sigh.] Everyone defines it for themselves. Polyamory is sorta coming back in the modern times.
[Norway pauses for a moment, but continues before Denmark can say something else.] But this is how I see it. And that's how ye see it. Look, for me it's enough. Fer ye, I ... won't be enough.
[wow Nor don't go polysyllabic on him like that and use words that everyone actually knows. Especially the second.] Polyarmory? What do ya mean? [He just never had a word for that.]
......Ya will be enough! Ya're always enough, because ya're great and Nor! [He now finally jumps to his feet to cross the room and get over to the other man, attempting to put his arms around him and pull him against his chest, partly because he needs the closeness right now - he hasn't touched Norway for way too long, and that is not even a sexual thing. He just misses him, his presence, feeling him.] Are ya just jealous or are there more reasons why ya want ta date?
[It's really tempting, to just let Denmark pull him close because it's not like Denmark is the only one who misses feeling close. And for a very brief moment Norway allows it, fingering the hem of Denmark's shirt while leaning into him.
But only for a moment, then he pulls back, keeping Denmark at arms length with a hand pressed to his chest.]
Polyamory. Means multiple loves. And it doesn't end there. Every couple defines their own rules, I guess. I don't like sharing.
[A pause, then a frown and he stares at Denmark with narrowing eyes.] Just stop and think 'bout it. I don't want ta marry ye, I don't want ta own ye. I want... [Why the hell is this so fucking awkward?
He gives a snarl, turning back to the sink and just glaring down at it.]
[Normally, the silence would not last longer than one or two seconds, but Denmark has been confused into silence, so he just stands here, hands reaching forward, out to Norway, and then takes a step to hug him again, almost automatically, as he tries to process the first half and make sense of the second. Or the other way round, who knows.]
[Norway allows it, but his glare turns into a frown that is more than a little pained. He gives a sigh, knowing that he's confusing the hell out of Denmark, and himself for that matter.]
... something no one else has, [he finally finishes, quietly, without turning to look at Denmark.]
Ya mean like a locket from yer love, or something like that, just that it is somthing that I do?
[O....kay.....???!!????] Why now? Ya never asked this before. [Nuzzle nuzzle, head on Norway's shoulder and then shifting to nuzzle against the other nation's neck.]
No. [Here's a deep sigh, frustrated and tired. It turns into a small, surprised "hngh" as Denmark nuzzles his neck and a shove that hopefully sends Denmark further away from him.]
Think it like a contract. An' we're not going ta make one before ye want it too. [A deadpan glare.] None of this really matters as long as ye don't want anything else but a best friend with sex.
[Then he quiets, tone turning softer, gaze wandering down in a very unusual manner.] Dates and the other stuff are a result, I suppose, not the reason.
...They're what comes before dating. Ya take yer girl on a date or two and send her roses and such and if she likes ya and what ya do fer her she might say okay ta dating ya or she might not and ya have ta try longer or ya're turned down.
Just that neither of us is a girl so I guess that's different, but still the courting and part of the dates comes before dating! If it wasn't that ya'd break off relationships all the time. But it's okay if ya got that wrong, it's not like ya have experience with it.
[Not that Denmark really has. He's mroe for casual hook-ups and such.]
[Norway just stares at him through all this babble and at the end of it sighs, rolling his eyes as he turns away. Explaining something like this to Denmark is like pulling hair obviously.
But then, he keeps forgetting that this Denmark is not the same as the one living in 2000's.
Be patient.
Just how patient?
Squeezing the edge of the sink, Norway bites his teeth together, coming to a decision eventually.]
I'll show ye. Go home, do whatever ye do there, but be ready in two hours. I'll pick ye up. No fancy clothes, no flowers, just be ready ta go out.
[He turns to Denmark with a frown upon his brows. Go already.]
[And with that he hugs Norway once more, presses a kiss to whwatever part of the other nation's face is the closest, hugs him a bit tighter and then lets go, running our of the room waving.
He'll be ready as in wearing nice clothes and being showered when Norway shows up. And wear his brightest, happiest grin. Norway said to come pick him up!!!!!]
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Date: 2012-10-12 10:20 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-10-12 10:27 pm (UTC)This is just ridiculous.
He feels so shaken with everything that has been going on and then this. This...
Ridiculous. ]
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Date: 2012-10-12 10:32 pm (UTC)But we still need ta figure this out!
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Date: 2012-10-12 10:36 pm (UTC)But maybe somewhere there, he is a little happy that Denmark is here and trying to work things out. He's just really lousy at admitting it.]
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Date: 2012-10-12 10:38 pm (UTC)[If Norway says so, he says so. Denmark will move to sit down next to him. And then look over at him.] So what did ya mean?
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Date: 2012-10-12 10:48 pm (UTC)How can ye not know? [He bites his teeth together and leans back against the wall.] I want ye ta want only me, too.
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Date: 2012-10-12 10:51 pm (UTC)...]
But ya are the only one that I couldn't live without being able ta meet and talk ta anymore! [Sex and romance are just... not particularely interwined for him.]
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Date: 2012-10-12 11:52 pm (UTC)Surely, he knows how much Denmark cares for him, but ... it's not the same as this. He gives a moment for his heart to stop racing.
Why does such a small thing make him feel like this suddenly?
But okay, giving in a bit, reaching for Denmark's hand quietly. It takes a moment to get there really, one lingering moment. And when he has their fingers laced together he ventures:] ...and if I can't deal with ye fucking other people?
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Date: 2012-10-13 07:30 am (UTC)[It's a mix of bafflement and curiosity and... something else. He simply is not sure what to think. Sure, he knows the whole modern day thing of being with someone else being a no-go; because most of them aren't women he never really assumed it to go for nations before hitting the 19th century, or at least not for the male nations, and that includes him and Norway - and they are such old beings, why... but sure, jealous-] Are ya jealous if I fuck someone else? But it's just fucking! It's fun! And I'm careful, I check my partners fer signs of STDs. [He leans forward a bit.] It's not like it has anything ta do with how I feel about anyone.
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Date: 2012-10-13 12:31 pm (UTC)[He takes a break with the shards in his hands, floor wiped clean and just breathes to calm down as he stands up again.]
In a lot of cases ye might be completely detached but what about the other people? I don't want ta be in a relationship with ye and yer million lovers.
[And okay, somewhere within him there is a fear that says that Denmark will get bored of him, will find someone nicer, someone with brighter personality to compliment his own. And right beside it a roaring beast of possessiveness is screaming that he he should be the only one who is allowed to do those special things to Denmark, with him. He's not really listening to what Denmark is saying, because it's an idea that he is not prepared for at all, it's not something he can function with.]
Don't like sharing, [he mutters as he returns to the sink.]
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Date: 2012-10-13 05:26 pm (UTC)[He watches Norway's back but, wonders of wonders, doesn't go after him immediately.]
But yeah, we aren't in a relationship. [Seriously what does Norway think...]
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Date: 2012-10-13 05:39 pm (UTC)[Norway leans to the side of the sink, his fingers curling around it, still facing rather the kitchen cupboards rather than Denmark. He shifts his weight from one side to another, awkward.]
... Can't call ye mine like that.
[He's coming to a conclusion here. And while it took a while to get here - it seems he wasn't really able to think about it on his own - he feels right about it. Isn't it quite impossible to fit these two completely different kind of pieces together and not end up with an ugly mess.]
Forget it. It's not going ta work.
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Date: 2012-10-13 08:08 pm (UTC)[completely ignoring that Norway just told him to forget about it, because he is hung up on it now.]
ya mean that what dating means is that ya only fuck the other person? And that is all? [Because the way Norway says it, it sounds like that.] ...So ya own their sex life?
I want ta be with ya, Nor. I want ta do all the fun things with ya, because ya're my best friend and my most important person and I want ta stay with ya forever. But... but. But if dating is only about limitations and there is nothing else that comes with it then that sounds like it jsut really sucks.
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Date: 2012-10-13 08:15 pm (UTC)[Norway pauses for a moment, but continues before Denmark can say something else.] But this is how I see it. And that's how ye see it. Look, for me it's enough. Fer ye, I ... won't be enough.
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Date: 2012-10-13 08:41 pm (UTC)......Ya will be enough! Ya're always enough, because ya're great and Nor! [He now finally jumps to his feet to cross the room and get over to the other man, attempting to put his arms around him and pull him against his chest, partly because he needs the closeness right now - he hasn't touched Norway for way too long, and that is not even a sexual thing. He just misses him, his presence, feeling him.] Are ya just jealous or are there more reasons why ya want ta date?
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Date: 2012-10-13 09:03 pm (UTC)But only for a moment, then he pulls back, keeping Denmark at arms length with a hand pressed to his chest.]
Polyamory. Means multiple loves. And it doesn't end there. Every couple defines their own rules, I guess. I don't like sharing.
[A pause, then a frown and he stares at Denmark with narrowing eyes.] Just stop and think 'bout it. I don't want ta marry ye, I don't want ta own ye. I want... [Why the hell is this so fucking awkward?
He gives a snarl, turning back to the sink and just glaring down at it.]
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Date: 2012-10-13 09:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-13 09:23 pm (UTC)... something no one else has, [he finally finishes, quietly, without turning to look at Denmark.]
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Date: 2012-10-13 09:33 pm (UTC)[O....kay.....???!!????] Why now? Ya never asked this before. [Nuzzle nuzzle, head on Norway's shoulder and then shifting to nuzzle against the other nation's neck.]
So ya don't want ta court and do dates and such?
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Date: 2012-10-13 09:46 pm (UTC)Think it like a contract. An' we're not going ta make one before ye want it too. [A deadpan glare.] None of this really matters as long as ye don't want anything else but a best friend with sex.
[Then he quiets, tone turning softer, gaze wandering down in a very unusual manner.] Dates and the other stuff are a result, I suppose, not the reason.
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Date: 2012-10-14 01:15 pm (UTC)Just that neither of us is a girl so I guess that's different, but still the courting and part of the dates comes before dating! If it wasn't that ya'd break off relationships all the time. But it's okay if ya got that wrong, it's not like ya have experience with it.
[Not that Denmark really has. He's mroe for casual hook-ups and such.]
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Date: 2012-10-14 10:32 pm (UTC)But then, he keeps forgetting that this Denmark is not the same as the one living in 2000's.
Be patient.
Just how patient?
Squeezing the edge of the sink, Norway bites his teeth together, coming to a decision eventually.]
I'll show ye. Go home, do whatever ye do there, but be ready in two hours. I'll pick ye up. No fancy clothes, no flowers, just be ready ta go out.
[He turns to Denmark with a frown upon his brows. Go already.]
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Date: 2012-10-16 09:34 pm (UTC)[Wow Norway, that was unexpected]
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Date: 2012-10-16 09:36 pm (UTC)[And with that he hugs Norway once more, presses a kiss to whwatever part of the other nation's face is the closest, hugs him a bit tighter and then lets go, running our of the room waving.
He'll be ready as in wearing nice clothes and being showered when Norway shows up. And wear his brightest, happiest grin. Norway said to come pick him up!!!!!]
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