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*Norway's POV*
'Nothing is really going anywhere in this house...' I thought as I shuffled across the dim living room. It's always so quiet here now that Denmark had to work China. At least he stopped coming. Iceland was in his room sleeping. I glanced at the clock. It read '6:30 a.m.' I sighed and set my hot coffee down on the coffee table. I plopped onto the couch lazily. 'There's gotta be something I can do, now that the idiot is gone...' I looked towards the stairs and spotted the first door that I saw, Iceland's room.
I got up and walked towards his door without knowing it. I opened it and saw Iceland's sleeping face. I smiled and closed the door. I walked over to his bed and knelt down, observing him. He's gotten bigger. I remember he used to be such a cute pipsqueak. Then again, we haven't been able to see each other. Ever since he met Hong Kong, he's been out of the house more often that I was lonely without noticing it. A frowned slowly made it's way onto my face. I missed my brother. I got an idea! I lifted the blanket off of Iceland a bit and slid myself next to him. I covered the blanket over us and made sure Iceland got a good share.
I stared at his face as I reminisced all our little memories. I then glided my hand across his cheeks and stroking his head. I knew I was being a little too selfish, not wanting to share Iceland, but if he wants to meet other people I can't stop him. It wouldn't be fair for him. I'm only fulfilling my selfish desires. But, we haven't really talked as much to each other. We only exchange a few "Hi's" and "Bye's." "Did you forget about me?" I whispered. That's when I noticed I was crying. I sat up not caring if I woke up Iceland, wiping my tears away with a few sniffles. I rushed out of his room and into mine so I could rethink what I did as I silently cried.
*Iceland's POV*
I felt someone's hand on cheek making me wake up but I didn't dare open my eyes. I knew it could be Norway. But then, I heard something from my emotionless brother that was heartbreaking. "Did you forget about me?" I heard him whisper. He quickly sat up and then I caught a few sniffling. I felt the weight next to me on the bed shift up as Norway closed the door to my room. I opened my eyes and got up with my weight on my elbow. I stared at the door and set my eyes on the pillow next to mine. I felt it and that's where I confirmed he was in fact crying. "How could you think that, Brother?" I said quietly as my voice cracked near the ending.
I got up and didn't care to put on slippers. I rushed towards the door, ignoring the freezing hardwood floor right on my barefoot.
I quietly snuck to his door, pressed my ear against the door. "Iceland..." I heard him sob. "Please." He begged. 'Please, what?' I wanted to know what he wanted. "Tell me that you didn't *hiccup* forget about me?" I threw the door open and ran to my brother's side. I embraced him tightly, tears in my eyes, trying me best to comfort him. "How could I forget about you!" I yelled. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he didn't take my yelling harshly.
*Norway's POV*
I smiled as I heard those words. I hugged him back, nuzzling my nose in his hair. "Yo! I'm ba..." I recognized that voice. I snapped my head up at Denmark standing, dumbfounded, at my door. "Uhh..." Was all he could mutter. 'Oh he's going to pay!' I ran to Denmark, holding his collar, and closed the door not wanting Iceland to witness Denmark's possible death. "HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT?!" I yelled.
*Iceland's POV*
I stared at the door with wide eyes ( Iceland= O.O ) as my brother yelled and-was that a knife I heard?! Denmark screamed as I shifted my eyes away from the door. But I smiled none the less. "Yup! That's my Brother!" I gave out a giggle and a huge smile appear.
'Nothing is really going anywhere in this house...' I thought as I shuffled across the dim living room. It's always so quiet here now that Denmark had to work China. At least he stopped coming. Iceland was in his room sleeping. I glanced at the clock. It read '6:30 a.m.' I sighed and set my hot coffee down on the coffee table. I plopped onto the couch lazily. 'There's gotta be something I can do, now that the idiot is gone...' I looked towards the stairs and spotted the first door that I saw, Iceland's room.
I got up and walked towards his door without knowing it. I opened it and saw Iceland's sleeping face. I smiled and closed the door. I walked over to his bed and knelt down, observing him. He's gotten bigger. I remember he used to be such a cute pipsqueak. Then again, we haven't been able to see each other. Ever since he met Hong Kong, he's been out of the house more often that I was lonely without noticing it. A frowned slowly made it's way onto my face. I missed my brother. I got an idea! I lifted the blanket off of Iceland a bit and slid myself next to him. I covered the blanket over us and made sure Iceland got a good share.
I stared at his face as I reminisced all our little memories. I then glided my hand across his cheeks and stroking his head. I knew I was being a little too selfish, not wanting to share Iceland, but if he wants to meet other people I can't stop him. It wouldn't be fair for him. I'm only fulfilling my selfish desires. But, we haven't really talked as much to each other. We only exchange a few "Hi's" and "Bye's." "Did you forget about me?" I whispered. That's when I noticed I was crying. I sat up not caring if I woke up Iceland, wiping my tears away with a few sniffles. I rushed out of his room and into mine so I could rethink what I did as I silently cried.
*Iceland's POV*
I felt someone's hand on cheek making me wake up but I didn't dare open my eyes. I knew it could be Norway. But then, I heard something from my emotionless brother that was heartbreaking. "Did you forget about me?" I heard him whisper. He quickly sat up and then I caught a few sniffling. I felt the weight next to me on the bed shift up as Norway closed the door to my room. I opened my eyes and got up with my weight on my elbow. I stared at the door and set my eyes on the pillow next to mine. I felt it and that's where I confirmed he was in fact crying. "How could you think that, Brother?" I said quietly as my voice cracked near the ending.
I got up and didn't care to put on slippers. I rushed towards the door, ignoring the freezing hardwood floor right on my barefoot.
I quietly snuck to his door, pressed my ear against the door. "Iceland..." I heard him sob. "Please." He begged. 'Please, what?' I wanted to know what he wanted. "Tell me that you didn't *hiccup* forget about me?" I threw the door open and ran to my brother's side. I embraced him tightly, tears in my eyes, trying me best to comfort him. "How could I forget about you!" I yelled. I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping he didn't take my yelling harshly.
*Norway's POV*
I smiled as I heard those words. I hugged him back, nuzzling my nose in his hair. "Yo! I'm ba..." I recognized that voice. I snapped my head up at Denmark standing, dumbfounded, at my door. "Uhh..." Was all he could mutter. 'Oh he's going to pay!' I ran to Denmark, holding his collar, and closed the door not wanting Iceland to witness Denmark's possible death. "HAVE YOU EVER HEARD OF A BEAUTIFUL MOMENT?!" I yelled.
*Iceland's POV*
I stared at the door with wide eyes ( Iceland= O.O ) as my brother yelled and-was that a knife I heard?! Denmark screamed as I shifted my eyes away from the door. But I smiled none the less. "Yup! That's my Brother!" I gave out a giggle and a huge smile appear.
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Hetalia Headcanons--Denmark
((PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME FOR MY HEADCANONS I will shoot you with them.. IF YOU DO I WILL FEED YOU TO TOBY. :I))
1. He's smarter than he lets on
2. He really does wish he, Sweden, and Norway could get back together again.
3. He suffers from Monophobia.
4. He clings to Greenland because she's one of the only two still under his rule.
5. He secretly wishes he and Sweden were still little so he could be "Anko" again.
6. Sometimes he goes out in the rain when he's feeling nostalgic. ((Greenland goes to get him because she doesn't want him to catch a cold))
7. He has a darker, more abusive side.
8. He's embarrassed that Greenland's stronger
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Hetalia Headcanons--Sweden
((PLEASE DON'T FLAME ME FOR MY HEADCANONS. IF YOU DO I WILL FEED YOU TO MOCHIMERICA :I))
1. There was a time when he and Denmark were best friends
2. His ears are like e-zones
3. He used to hack into computers a lot.
4. Surprisingly, he's the one that cries the easiest.
5. He's really shy, which is why he doesn't speak much.
6. He suffers from Catagelophobia.
7. He has a beautiful singing voice, he just hardly sings because he's self-conscious.
8. He's excellent at ballroom dancing.
9. He doesn't like talking directly to people, he prefers inderect forms of talking like IMing and texting.
10. When Greenland was little he used to tel
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DenNor: Cake
Mathias had loved baking, especially if it were for his boyfriend. He hummed as he waited for the cake to finish in the oven. As soon as the oven's alarm rang, the Dane pulled the desert out and set it on the counter. He took off his apron and fixed his hair before running up the stairs and knocking on Lukas' door.
"Lukas?"
"
What is it?" Lukas set down his book and looked towards the door, a tad annoyed from being interrupted from his reading.
"I made cake~"
Lukas waited a moment, deciding whether or not he was hungry. He'd never admit it, but he loved his boyfriends cooking, especially the sweets. He sighe
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