SIX. (video) (wherein japan's doujin writes itself)
[ See Denmark. See Denmark drink beer. Drink, Denmark! Drink! His muteness curse being cured, he's celebrating with beer. A pretty typical scene. He's sitting under mistletoe, but either doesn't notice or doesn't care. There's the sound of footsteps, and Germany enters the kitchen. Denmark looks up. ]
[Denmark drinking in the kitchen. Of course that wasn't a strange idea, ever. Sometimes Germany wondered if Denmark was ever actually sober, but it wasn't like he judged him for it. I mean, come on. Beer culture.]
Good Afternoon, Denmark.
Hey! [ A normal enough reply; Denmark gestures with his beer over at his southern neighbor in a friendly way. Then he blinks, and a strange look comes over his face: the idiot grin fading, his eyes half-closing, his expression almost smug. Sure of himself. His voice, too, is a bit quieter and oozing smugness: ] Oii, Germany. Come over here.
...Sure. [ He walks over to Denmark, despite the strange look. I mean, it is Denmark. What's the worst that could happen, right? It's probably just Denmark being stupid as usual. Or maybe he was going to throw something. Which would be annoying. ]
[ Denmark hops down from the counter he had been sitting on as Germany approaches. He's not sure why, but he's never really noticed: Germany's a pain in the ass, but not a bad looking one. This, mixed with thoughts of strategic treaties, alliances, and trade agreements mix in his head (hey, he's a nation, okay), and as soon as Germany is close enough-he likes it, that Germany listened, obeyed. He grabs Germany by the tie and yanks him, roughly, smirking, towards him for a kiss. ]
[ Denmark just-what. It wasn't like he'd never thought about the way Denmark looked, I mean, you don't have your government proclaiming someone your bestie Aryan buddy without thinking about that too, but he'd never-Denmark did, at least, look nice when he was serious but Germany didn't have a long to to consider this as Denmark was suddenly kissing him and just. What. ]
[ Being a gentleman, Denmark's only going to try for first base. He's not sure why he suddenly feels like kissing Germany, but he's never been one to consider things anyway. He feels Germany tense and he grins harder against the nation's mouth, not that he enjoys dominance, no, not at all. Not that this is encouraging him in the least. ...Maybe second base. ]
[Denmark drinking in the kitchen. Of course that wasn't a strange idea, ever. Sometimes Germany wondered if Denmark was ever actually sober, but it wasn't like he judged him for it. I mean, come on. Beer culture.]
Good Afternoon, Denmark.
Hey! [ A normal enough reply; Denmark gestures with his beer over at his southern neighbor in a friendly way. Then he blinks, and a strange look comes over his face: the idiot grin fading, his eyes half-closing, his expression almost smug. Sure of himself. His voice, too, is a bit quieter and oozing smugness: ] Oii, Germany. Come over here.
...Sure. [ He walks over to Denmark, despite the strange look. I mean, it is Denmark. What's the worst that could happen, right? It's probably just Denmark being stupid as usual. Or maybe he was going to throw something. Which would be annoying. ]
[ Denmark hops down from the counter he had been sitting on as Germany approaches. He's not sure why, but he's never really noticed: Germany's a pain in the ass, but not a bad looking one. This, mixed with thoughts of strategic treaties, alliances, and trade agreements mix in his head (hey, he's a nation, okay), and as soon as Germany is close enough-he likes it, that Germany listened, obeyed. He grabs Germany by the tie and yanks him, roughly, smirking, towards him for a kiss. ]
[ Denmark just-what. It wasn't like he'd never thought about the way Denmark looked, I mean, you don't have your government proclaiming someone your bestie Aryan buddy without thinking about that too, but he'd never-Denmark did, at least, look nice when he was serious but Germany didn't have a long to to consider this as Denmark was suddenly kissing him and just. What. ]
[ Being a gentleman, Denmark's only going to try for first base. He's not sure why he suddenly feels like kissing Germany, but he's never been one to consider things anyway. He feels Germany tense and he grins harder against the nation's mouth, not that he enjoys dominance, no, not at all. Not that this is encouraging him in the least. ...Maybe second base. ]