[Denmark will pull himself a chair, order a beer and sit down. He won't touch it, though, wanting to stay as clear as possible for this.] Hei.
[He's oddly reluctant to do anything, much different from how he would act normally - it could be mistaken for shyness, and it kind of is, but most of all it is waiting. Trying to figure out how not to break this.]
[ Norway glances up at Denmark, mutters a brief: ] Just a second... [ and dives back to the book to finish his spot before marking it and putting away the book completely. ]
Hei, [ he returns easily, taking a sip from his beer. ] I guess we should talk...
[He considers his beer for a moment, but no. It won't go bad in a short amount of time, and if it does take longer here, he can always get a new one. Even if it'd be a waste.]
I remember that I was here, and that I lived with Spain. And a couple of people that I met then, and that I worked at the resort. [He's not sure where this is headed, so he tries to recall as much as possible.] That we founded that tagether, or rather that the landlord gave it ta all of us and we worked there but Sweden already had his IKEA. And we hired Hong Kong fer ...the spa.
[ Norway nods. He didn't expect much more. ] We had a talk or a few. Which were sorta pointless but made me consider things. I've been considering them even when ye came back. [ Can he simplify things even more? He would if he could. ] Y'know the idea of needin' time ta think? [ He quirks his brows. ]
[He wants to crack a joke along the lines of "like Sweden doesn't talk because he's still thinking two hours later" but he holds his tongue in check, not wanting to break the moment.
It's hard to not start talking, talk over Norway, now, but he manages and just nods. He does have those moments sometimes, though they are usually forced and just happen after the fact.]
[ Okay, so apparently Norway has the soapbox here. He's not sure whether to feel thankful or not... ] An' I figured that I was wrong. So we're good ta go back ta acting normal, business as usual.
[ It's worth a try at least. He doesn't like explaining these things but it seems he has little choice with Denmark. He seems more than a little awkward talking about whatever is on his heart and he'd like to cut it as short as possible. ]
...Wrong about what? About something ya did that I don't remember, or about something that we were doing in general? Like spending nights tagether and fucking and being... close? [The spending nights together and sex are intentionally seperate, because it's two different things; and the closeness... it is hard to describe, aside from the part where Norway has avoided touch, but not having that was hard. Maybe it really was the touching part. Norway doesn't necessarily talk much, but usually Denmark can make up for that by just keeping in touch physically.] Because what we have now isn't acting normal. It's not bussiness as usual. It is weird. It's like ya're still living with Sweden.
[ Norway draws in a breath, long and impatient. ] I said I was thinkin'. Still.
[ What he was wrong about is irrelevant as he was wrong about it.
He picks up his beer, moving it aside, then does the same with Denmark's. After his arm shoots up, grabbing Denmark's shirt front and dragging him forward to a quick kiss, which will end in a frown and a very steady gaze at the other nation from just few centimeters apart. ] So ye can stop acting strange now too.
[ There's no point in this. Neither of them is happy with how the things are. If Norway won't get what he wants, well... he can live with that. ]
No. I can't. [He would have continued the kiss for longer, but now that he was deprieved of that, he'll try to get to the bottom of this issue instead.] Because we haven't really talked. I still don't know what was going on, and more importantly, what the problem was. What ya wanted. Because that wasn't a really screwed up version of courting, right? [Sweden's words won't quite leave his head.]
... What wasn't? [ Norway's brows furrow even further and he lets Denmark go. This is going to be a pain. He doesn't want to talk about bullshit that Denmark doesn't remember and he tries to forget.
It's... frustrating, it's suffocating... No. ]
Ye don't need ta know. Y'don't need ta know everything I'm thinkin'. Just let it go, Dan.
[ Norway pulls his beer to him again, taking a sip. ]
An' if I don't want it? Lets just say it was a mistake and move on. We've done that before.
[ Denmark won't be happy with what Norway wants, and Norway isn't that sure if it's what he wants either. So there's no point making them both miserable over a notion that Norway is too stubborn to let go.
Maybe it's this place... It's hard to explain. He doesn't want to go back to last autumn. He wants to move forward. And he isn't ready to talk about his reasons or his feelings. Maybe he'll never be. It's a topic that always leaves him feeling like he's trying to fit a square piece into a round slot. With Denmark even more because he just doesn't get it and Norway has to explain.
He considers the other nation, wondering how stubborn he's going to be with this. There's something he could do to convince the idiot that things will go back to normal. So, with artless grace, he picks up his beer again, standing up to move to the other side of the table, beside Denmark and leans against him, putting one arm around him. Come on... see it already. ]
[That's cheating. Denmark's body acts on it's own, immediately shifting a bit closer, fitting itself against Norway's side, an arm coming up to slip around the other man's hips in turn.] So ya just want ta go back ta how it always was? When it was good, anyway.
Ya're too pretty ta wallow in anything but ya. [It's a very plump innuendo, but he just couldn't not use it. For the moment, it's not followed up by more than just a turn of Denmark's head and an attempt to kiss whatever part of Norway's face is at level with his lips now.] And history is just everyone being dumb fer the longest time. Especially Sweden. Because his face is lame and he keeps stealing things. Did ya know that he still isn't dating Fin back in yer time? I'd have thought that they would have gotten tagether by the seventies at latest.
But he's kinda okay now. I mean, he isn't even kicking me out when I go visit ta their house and such. But more importantly [He pulls Norway a bit closer, for the first time in days doing a motion that Norway cannot escape with absolute ease - he's testing the waters, though it's more a subconscious thing] we're still best friends and ya're my most important person and ya're okay with that. And I bet I would be yers too if Ice wasn't there but best friends is great too because it's the next close thing. So I'm yer second most important person! Even if ya talk ta Swe more sometimes, but ya're both creepy so I guess that's because ya're alike and birds of a feather flock tagether! And because he's family too.
[ Norway listens to the babble about Sweden with half an ear, followed by some rattle about how they're best friends again, and somehow it all goes in from one ear and out from the other. ]
Don't put us inta some weird order of importance, you, [ he says finally, pulling away from where Denmark gathered him too close, just far enough to be able to look at him in the eyes. ]
I don't do any of this with Sve. [ There's a hand on Denmark's thigh and Norway rests his weight on it as he leans closer, slowly this time, giving Denmark all the time in the world to get out of the way if he so desires. The kiss that follows, will ne keep steady, will be longer, more thorough. ]
[It takes a moment before Denmark responds, but it's not hesitation, it's surprised, indicated by how eager his lips are. The arm that he already has around Norway stays where it is, though his hold tightens a bit, to at the same time prevent Norway from falling and pull him a bit closer.
When it ends, Denmark positively gleams with happiness, and then jokes easiely, though not before placing a quick peck on the corner of Norway's mouth:] That's good, because Fin would shoot ya if ya touched his boyfriend like that, and I like ya better without holes.
[He won't move them but raise his arm enough to reach out and push Norway's beer over towards him.]
But I mean it, ya know? That ya are my most important person.
[ Norway grabs his beer, settling against Denmark with it. Usually you wouldn't see this kind of public shows of affection from him but maybe the situation calls for a few. ]
I know, [ he says this easily and while before it might have continued with a but, now it doesn't. ]
So does that mean that I'm again allowed ta kiss ya now? [Considering that this is Denmark who normally just assumes and acts and expects to be told off by Norway if it's not okay, instead of asking priorly, asking like this is a pretty big thing.]
I dunno. [The arm that was wrapped around Norway comes up and calloused fingers brush though soft hair, drawing circles on Norway's scalp on the way.] Normally I wouldn't think so, but normally I wouldn't have made an effort ta not touch you because I didn't know if it was okay fer days. [He leans over and gives Norway another peck, this time on the corner of a brow, but that's it. He thinks he should just go back to acting normal now, but there is a last bit of insecurity, and he wants to explain that first, because their conversation slides away into meaningless banter or...other things. That they will to find a different place for.]
[ So, he means to actually make Norway say it. Norway closes his eyes momentarily as those fingers brush through his hair, enjoying the unexpectedly gentle gesture for all that it's worth. ]
... Dan, [ he says in a sigh before turning to look at him but not drawing away. There's something he hasn't seen in Denmark for a while. Not in this place. It's that something that makes him hesitate with the usual treatment. And instead he'll thread his fingers through Denmark's wild hair. ]
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Date: 2013-06-30 05:38 pm (UTC)[He's oddly reluctant to do anything, much different from how he would act normally - it could be mistaken for shyness, and it kind of is, but most of all it is waiting. Trying to figure out how not to break this.]
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Date: 2013-06-30 05:47 pm (UTC)Hei, [ he returns easily, taking a sip from his beer. ] I guess we should talk...
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Date: 2013-06-30 05:50 pm (UTC)[He considers his beer for a moment, but no. It won't go bad in a short amount of time, and if it does take longer here, he can always get a new one. Even if it'd be a waste.]
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Date: 2013-06-30 06:24 pm (UTC)It's hard to not start talking, talk over Norway, now, but he manages and just nods. He does have those moments sometimes, though they are usually forced and just happen after the fact.]
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Date: 2013-06-30 06:31 pm (UTC)[ It's worth a try at least. He doesn't like explaining these things but it seems he has little choice with Denmark. He seems more than a little awkward talking about whatever is on his heart and he'd like to cut it as short as possible. ]
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Date: 2013-06-30 06:48 pm (UTC)[ What he was wrong about is irrelevant as he was wrong about it.
He picks up his beer, moving it aside, then does the same with Denmark's. After his arm shoots up, grabbing Denmark's shirt front and dragging him forward to a quick kiss, which will end in a frown and a very steady gaze at the other nation from just few centimeters apart. ] So ye can stop acting strange now too.
[ There's no point in this. Neither of them is happy with how the things are. If Norway won't get what he wants, well... he can live with that. ]
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Date: 2013-06-30 07:26 pm (UTC)It's... frustrating, it's suffocating... No. ]
Ye don't need ta know. Y'don't need ta know everything I'm thinkin'. Just let it go, Dan.
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Date: 2013-06-30 07:56 pm (UTC)[He's not interested in what happened before, but something is still wrong now, or maybe not wrong but just really unresolved, and that annoys him.]
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Date: 2013-06-30 08:19 pm (UTC)An' if I don't want it? Lets just say it was a mistake and move on. We've done that before.
[ Denmark won't be happy with what Norway wants, and Norway isn't that sure if it's what he wants either. So there's no point making them both miserable over a notion that Norway is too stubborn to let go.
Maybe it's this place... It's hard to explain. He doesn't want to go back to last autumn. He wants to move forward. And he isn't ready to talk about his reasons or his feelings. Maybe he'll never be. It's a topic that always leaves him feeling like he's trying to fit a square piece into a round slot. With Denmark even more because he just doesn't get it and Norway has to explain.
He considers the other nation, wondering how stubborn he's going to be with this. There's something he could do to convince the idiot that things will go back to normal. So, with artless grace, he picks up his beer again, standing up to move to the other side of the table, beside Denmark and leans against him, putting one arm around him. Come on... see it already. ]
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Date: 2013-06-30 08:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-06-30 08:38 pm (UTC)If there's somethin' we both know ta be true, it's that there's no point in wallowing in history.
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Date: 2013-07-01 10:20 am (UTC)But he's kinda okay now. I mean, he isn't even kicking me out when I go visit ta their house and such. But more importantly [He pulls Norway a bit closer, for the first time in days doing a motion that Norway cannot escape with absolute ease - he's testing the waters, though it's more a subconscious thing] we're still best friends and ya're my most important person and ya're okay with that. And I bet I would be yers too if Ice wasn't there but best friends is great too because it's the next close thing. So I'm yer second most important person! Even if ya talk ta Swe more sometimes, but ya're both creepy so I guess that's because ya're alike and birds of a feather flock tagether! And because he's family too.
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Date: 2013-07-01 12:22 pm (UTC)Don't put us inta some weird order of importance, you, [ he says finally, pulling away from where Denmark gathered him too close, just far enough to be able to look at him in the eyes. ]
I don't do any of this with Sve. [ There's a hand on Denmark's thigh and Norway rests his weight on it as he leans closer, slowly this time, giving Denmark all the time in the world to get out of the way if he so desires. The kiss that follows, will ne keep steady, will be longer, more thorough. ]
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Date: 2013-07-01 01:34 pm (UTC)When it ends, Denmark positively gleams with happiness, and then jokes easiely, though not before placing a quick peck on the corner of Norway's mouth:] That's good, because Fin would shoot ya if ya touched his boyfriend like that, and I like ya better without holes.
[He won't move them but raise his arm enough to reach out and push Norway's beer over towards him.]
But I mean it, ya know? That ya are my most important person.
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Date: 2013-07-01 03:19 pm (UTC)I know, [ he says this easily and while before it might have continued with a but, now it doesn't. ]
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Date: 2013-07-01 06:44 pm (UTC)[ He wonders if Denmark would stop whining to him and to other people if he were to say no. ]
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Date: 2013-07-01 08:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-07-01 09:11 pm (UTC)... Dan, [ he says in a sigh before turning to look at him but not drawing away. There's something he hasn't seen in Denmark for a while. Not in this place. It's that something that makes him hesitate with the usual treatment. And instead he'll thread his fingers through Denmark's wild hair. ]
's okay.
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