[two of two]
DENMARK: hvidt_kryds
SWEDEN: du_fria
Denmark's typist is not so good with the fight scenes :'|
Sverige's isn't, either. should probably watch more action movies or something.
Denmark too, but generally can't stomach watching fights :'|
Denmark grabs for Sverige's hair (or..something) to make him quit it.
Sverige always knew you just wanted to be loved. aww --OUHGHG
Sverige winces and glares at Denmark.
Sverige: ... Don't.
Denmark smirks through the jam.
Denmark: Don't?
Sverige's hand is probably fisted against some poor ebelskiver or other.
Sverige: ... 'S 'nough.
Denmark: Threw jam on me, you did.
Denmark hi convoluted sentence structure, where did you come from.
Sverige: Y'deserved 't.
Denmark: I made you a delicious breakfast!
Sverige: Not g'nna make me like ya.
Denmark: You don't have to like me to be polite when eating something I've made for you.
Denmark: Really, Sverige. I thought you had better manners.
Sverige is halfway pissed and halfway embarrassed at such chiding.
Denmark: *says the one who launch-tackled him to the ground, uh. YOU THREW JAM!!!*
Sverige: -- Y'started it.
Denmark: Didn't.
Sverige shoves at Denmark.
Sverige: Stop.
Denmark grips his hair harder.
Denmark: You--turned away.
Sverige: Y' 'xpected differ'nt?
Denmark: When I'm doing everything--
Denmark: *...RIGHT this time...*
Denmark: .....
Denmark: Yes.
Sverige: ...
Sverige: ...
Sverige nearly sneers.
Sverige: Let go.
Denmark doesn't.
Sverige grabs at that offending hand in his hair.
Denmark grabs Sverige's collar with his other hand.
Sverige is rather ready to throw down again.
Sverige: ...
Denmark would love to see you try it, pinned to the floor and...being dripped jam on.
Sverige tries to look on the bright side. lingonberry makes for a rather sweet torment --
Sverige grabs at Denmark's collar.
Sverige: Said.
Sverige: Let go.
Denmark licks a drop from Sverige's cheek then (insult to injury! or something like it.)
[ooc talking of headcanon and how WE GET EACH OTHER MAN]
Sverige: OH I DO
Sverige: I DO, BRO
Denmark: YEAH YOU GET ME
Sverige: It's a fine line we walk.
Sverige: BROFIST
Denmark: YOU COMPLETE ME <3
Sverige MAKES THAT GD CIRCLE
Denmark: Now come back over here so I can complete you and we never have to be apart again 8)))
Sverige: ....
Sverige throws a punch.
Denmark I totally d--
Denmark asrdfjDSrfj
Sverige: *watch your tongue, son.*
Denmark punches back
Denmark .....I want to make that sexual but it wouldn't make sense.
Sverige goes OOF and BRAWLS
Sverige: ... *can't come up with anything sexual, either*
Denmark okay but can we do this without pants :|
Sverige: *what are you, Greek*
Denmark: (All I came up with was "why don't you watch it FOR me" but that...is lame)
Sverige: (HAHAHA)
Denmark: *no but they had some good ideas! I'm just sayin'!*
Sverige lets you strip if you so desire, but his pants are staying on.
Denmark is pretty determined to get Sverige's off first. :'Db
Sverige is not so vulnerable as that. PAAANCH
Denmark can make you vulnerable KICKU!
Sverige falls but pulls Denmark down with him, WHO'S VULNERABLE NOWWWww
Denmark: Asddfhsf!!
Denmark TAKES THE FALL ROLLING or would if you weren't pulling him you mofo, ow
Sverige grits his teeth and rolls over to pin Denmark, go team!
Denmark grunts YOU ATE TOO MANY OF MY PANCAKES GOD.
Sverige IS ALL MUSCLE -- and socks Denmark in an effort to keep him down
Denmark FINDS THAT HARD TO BELIEVE, what with you settling down and having babies and whatnot, that's a daddy-belly.
Denmark reels from the punch and throws his own back at Sverige
Sverige TAKES OFFENSE TO THAT but might have to wait to look offended, as Denmark's fist can and does really hurt once in a while. he instead tears at Denmark's collar, half-strangling, half-shoving down
Denmark chokes a little and claws at Sverige's hand with one and for his hair again with the other or some probably ineffectual reason.
Sverige catches himself like a responsible being before he does anything he really wants to, and slowly lets up on Denmark and wrenching at Denmark's hand.
Sverige: N'more.
Denmark GETS WORSE THE MORE INTENSE IT GETS /youtubes fight scenes or something, sob.
Denmark: ....
Denmark glares.
Denmark: Pity, Sverige? Really?
Sverige stares.
Sverige: Mm.
Denmark: ......
Sverige: I pity you.
Denmark: ........
Denmark is temporarily (shockingly) rendered speechless. Spits instead.
Denmark: I don't need it.
Sverige: Ah --
Sverige smacks Denmark, ineffective, unwilling to let himself get too carried away.
Denmark's head twists to the side and he doesn't move for a moment, blinking. Looks back slowly.
Denmark: Really, Sverige.
Denmark: Time was, we'd say you'd gone soft.
Sverige: Don't have time f'r you 'nymore.
Denmark doesn't think you have anything BUT time. (YOU WERE KNITTING.)
Sverige: *WINTER WAITS FOR NO MAN.*
Denmark: You make time for me. You always do.
Denmark: You always will.
Sverige: ...
Denmark: *WHATEVER MAN /hangs out with Bavaria or sth*
Sverige moves off of Denmark, as if to answer No.
Denmark grabs Sverige's collar. Doesn't take no for an answer when he doesn't want it (you know this.)
Sverige spares him an icy stare.
Denmark: You ALWAYS will.
Denmark doesn't negotiate. Pulls Sverige in and kisses him.
Sverige: 'S not so ea --
Sverige freezes.
Denmark kisses harder, MELT already.
Sverige gives Denmark a shaky punch
Sverige stumbles backward and looks ready to kill him.
Denmark smirks (darkly.)
Sverige wipes at his mouth.
Sverige is not red. just pink.
Denmark TASTES LIKE LINGONBERRIES!!! :'D
Sverige noticed. dear sweet freyja.
Denmark is perfectly up for making Sverige redder of course. Pink is for blushing brides, Sverige.
Sverige is already happily married. (not to you, in case you had any room to doubt.)
Sverige: ... Y're r'diculous.
Denmark thinks Finland would beg to differ. (He probably would too, kid freaks out so easily.)
Denmark: --I'll take that.
Sverige loves Finland for it, too...! ahaha. ha.
Sverige: 'Nd oversteppin' --
Sverige: *everything, essentially*
Denmark thinks you can keep your skittish creature (unless he decides to take him.) (Not that he would.) (Russia was an idiot.)
Denmark: Overstepping?
Denmark steps over 8)
Sverige agrees with you for once. --
Sverige takes a long step backward.
Sverige: Like 'lways.
Denmark continues his advance, since there's only so much space until a wall.
Sverige shoves his hand against Denmark's chest, as if to get the point across.
Denmark grabs that hand, then, and holds it there.
Sverige can feel his heartbeat. it's all a little too nostalgic.
Sverige: -- Don't.
Sverige: *if words work on you at all*
Denmark smiles, instead of smirking. Mostly.
Denmark: Why not?
Sverige shakes his head and pushes at him. no more words.
Denmark holds his hand a little tighter, just SAY it.
Denmark: .... Fine.
Denmark drops Sverige's hand and rolls his eyes, the picture of annoyed nonchalance.
Sverige composes himself immediately and stares hard, stepping around Denmark and making for an upset table that sorely needs cleaning up.
Denmark doesn't hide his annoyance at Sverige, shoving past him and grabbing things off the table.
Denmark: *.../IS SULKING. >8(*
Sverige shoves back, careful to make absolutely no eye contact, careful in his show of disdain: Denmark is not worth the trouble. he wipes at his mouth again, out of an odd need. and tends to the dishes like a responsible adult.
Denmark sets everything down at the counter by the sink and splashes his sticky face with water from the tap (no care at all for if it splashes Sverige. None at all. In fact maybe he splashes extra hard...)
Sverige washes the dishes next to Denmark's soaked face. not a care in the world, indeed.
Denmark: ...You don't need to do that.
Sverige keeps washing. oh, but he does.
Denmark frowns.
Denmark says louder--
Denmark: I don't need your help.
Sverige: Y'don't know how t'take care 'f thin's.
Denmark: What on earth makes you think that.
Denmark: I take care of things. I've always taken care of things!
Sverige shakes his head once and pours himself into washing the dishes.
Denmark: ............
Denmark likes being ignored less than he likes being pounded on. (HE'S LIKE AMERICA IN A WAY?? :| )
Denmark: Fine. Play housewife. You might as well.
Sverige glances at Denmark, cold, defensive.
Denmark glares right back with the expression of a challenge.
Sverige: ...
Sverige pushes at Denmark with his body to take full control of the sink.
Denmark stumbles, and shoves back half-heartedly before turning back to putting away the baking goods. With a glare.
Sverige squeezes out dishsoap, imagining the bottle to be Denmark's neck. he is, however, pleased Denmark knows how to clean up after himself.
Sverige: ... *usually doing the dishes makes him want to whistle. ... now, doing Denmark's, not so much.*
Denmark knows perfectly well how to clean up after himself, and after everyone else who just up and leaves. You don't become #1 in the world by lying around being married and shit.
Sverige perhaps gives Denmark the benefit of the doubt somewhere in some dank recess. doesn't change the fact that you were an awful 'spouse.'
Denmark was the best. You just don't know how to appreciate anything.
Sverige dries the dishes meticulously, making sure to look completely engrossed.
Sverige appreciates freedom and peace, try giving him that.
Denmark doesn't think you really need that. You'd be much happier with me again. ...Your wife can come too.
Sverige: ...
Sverige receives an antagonistic extra-sensory vibe from Denmark and glances over at him.
Denmark slams cupboards shut and turns around (Sverigedar senses shuddering.)
Denmark: ....
Denmark grins.
Denmark: What?
Denmark: You done, honey?
Denmark: *if he can't get him to drop it... :D*
Sverige drops a dish haphazardly into the sink and plunges his hands into the water as if into the cavity of Denmark's chest to rip his evil, black heart from --
Sverige: ... Nn.
Sverige scrubs said dish very hard.
Denmark has a loving, wonderful heart. An evil heart could never come up with Legos, or inspire Hans...... (well maybe that's not true there.)
Denmark has such a loving wonderful heart that he would forgive you for all your wrongdoings on the spot if you just came back to him like you should. That's how open-hearted he is.
Sverige bows his head murderously over those dishes. down with your Danish heart.
Sverige: ....What're ya lookin' at
Denmark: You. Doing my dishes for me. Without even being asked.
Denmark: It's terribly nice of you.
Sverige: ... 'S no favor.
Sverige sets aside the clean dishes and wonders how to make a quick escape once he's done.
Denmark HAS VACCUUMING YOU NEED TO DO, SVERIGE.
Denmark: --You're doing it out of the goodness of the heart? Why, Sverige.
Denmark: I'm touched that it means that much to you.
Denmark: Why don't you stay for coffee.
Denmark (AND VACCUUMING!!!)
Sverige IS ONLY MAKING UP FOR HIS HALF OF THE FIGHT --
Sverige: ...
Sverige: No.
Sverige: ... Thank you.
Sverige is clearly the bigger man.
Denmark thinks you could have made it up other ways.
Sverige doesn't stoop to your level, Denmark.
Denmark doesn't give a damn about the dishes and you know that.
Denmark would beg to differ again.
Sverige: ...
Sverige maybe did, but he's damn well going to make up for that loss of composure right now.
Sverige: ... 'Ve got 'ther 'rrangements.
Denmark *wonders if he could get the vaccuuming done if he kisses him again.*
Sverige wonders if that's a 'sucking' pun.
Sverige: *of sorts*
Denmark: *it is if you want it to be, baby*
Sverige plays the stiff.
Sverige: ... Can't.
Denmark can make that true if you like.
Denmark: *badum-tssh.*
Sverige: *walked right into that one.*
Denmark arches his eyebrow at the idea of Sverige having something even resembling a social life.
Denmark: ..... Your wife is waiting at home isn't he.
Denmark: In like, an apron and nothing else.
Sverige: .........
Sverige clenches his jaw.
Denmark smirks again.
Sverige: Sh't up.
Sverige turns back to finish the dishes.
Denmark: .....
Denmark: .....think you're so above me.
Denmark is frowning again, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.
Denmark: At least I'm clear.
Sverige allows his head to incline slightly to the side, as if utterly unconcerned.
Sverige: Hn.
Denmark scoffs.
Denmark ...can't remember where she was going with that.
Sverige assures you it's fine, is being rather difficult as Sweden.
Sverige huffs slightly in answer.
Denmark: *SWEDEN IS ALWAYS DIFFICULT /weep*
Sverige: *SORRY D:*
Denmark: *IT'S NOT YOU*
Denmark: *IT'S......SWEDEN!*
Sverige: *I APOLOGIZE ON BEHALF OF SWEDENS EVERYWHERE*
Denmark: *IT IS NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR it is in his nature to be utterly inconceivably difficult*
Denmark: *I swear I had something to say. I think I was going to mock Finland again. Ugggggh*
Sverige: *maybe you have a point*
Sverige: *mockity mock*
Sverige mocks Denmark's hat.
Denmark mocks Sverige's freaky little wife.
Sverige looks mighty pissed off.
Denmark makes lewd comments about Sverige's wife. Possibly implying an affair.
Sverige's face darkens in rage. surely there is some peaceful way to beat down -- no.
Denmark or implying the plan of one. 8)
Denmark just grins broadly.
Sverige stalks forward.
Sverige: 'M leavin'.
Sverige: 'Ve had 'nough.
Sverige usually doesn't sound this dramatic, honest.
Denmark: You keep coming back.
Denmark catches Sverige by the collar again.
Denmark doesn't usually act this childish (I don't..think... with Sverige anyway...a sdfhdhg)
Sverige twists Denmark's tie in his hand, right back at you.
Sverige: I won't.
Denmark: You will.
Denmark: You don't change.
Denmark: GLACIERS change faster than you do.
Sverige stares, defiant.
Sverige: Least y'can't change me, th'n.
Sverige's a bit immature, as well. i guess they're both being little kids.
Denmark little kids with biiiig axes 8(
Denmark: --I can do anything.
Denmark wants to melt you again. Puddle in his hands, Sverige. Ice has to melt sometime.
Sverige: Y're d'lusional.
Sverige: 'S not your time 'nymore.
Denmark: Any more than it is yours.
Sverige's grip on Denmark's tie weakens, and then tightens.
Sverige: Y've no contr'l 'ver me.
Denmark: Let go.
Sverige doesn't. he pulls closer, rough.
Sverige: 'Dmit it.
Denmark lets a smirk play at his lips.
Denmark: Back up.
Sverige stands his ground, mouth set.
Denmark tightens his own fingers on Sverige's collar.
Denmark: ... Don't kiss me.
Sverige starts, and promptly lets go.
Sverige: Idiot.
Denmark: You still do what I tell you to do.
Sverige: ...
Sverige: *fuck.*
Sverige bumps his lips against Denmark's.
Sverige realizes that was a trap as well, but he's damned either way.
Denmark opens his lips and bites, just a little.
Denmark: ...so easy.
Sverige exhales, pulls backward like stung.
Sverige: ...
Sverige: No.
Denmark shrugs, smirks and glances away; whatever you say, kid.
Denmark: ...And if that's what you call a kiss no wonder Finland refuses to admit you're married.
Denmark: Ought to go down there and set that poor kid straight.
Sverige: --
Sverige shoves Denmark against the sink, breathing in hisses.
Sverige: Stop. Stop talkin' 'bout him.
Denmark smirks wider, almost excitedly.
Denmark: Why? We've got no problem, he and I.
Denmark ...bends at the sink, ow.
Sverige bares his teeth.
Sverige: Y've got nothing.
Denmark grins back, the direct contrast.
Denmark: Had more than you have now, no two ways 'bout it.
Sverige shoves Denmark backward, splashing that soapy water, knocking aside dishes to the floor and giving him a slow, deliberate, precise punch in the jaw.
Sverige -- dishes shatter, and how.
Denmark reels back. grabs Sverige's shoulder for both leverage and balance and swings right back at him.
Sverige makes a sound and catches himself against the sink, breathing ragged, hands reaching for Denmark's tie, that one certain hold on him, as he tries for a sloppy backhand.
Denmark grits his teeth against the backhand and grabs Sverige's hand as it reaches, tries to twist it back and behind him, to bring him to his knees.
Sverige tries, but Denmark's attempt works halfway -- though he still harbors enough rage, strength, to pull Denmark along and off-balance as if it's the natural order of things.
Denmark topples over (...again, isn't it,) and to the floor, yanks hard on Sverige's arm as his back hits the ground.
Sverige falls over him, fingers hooked into Denmark's tie and pulling -- he pushes his lips against Denmark's too clumsily, needing to prove Denmark wrong.
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I think Denmark is getting sick of cockblocks lmfao. Poor sod.
SWEDEN: du_fria
Denmark's typist is not so good with the fight scenes :'|
Sverige's isn't, either. should probably watch more action movies or something.
Denmark too, but generally can't stomach watching fights :'|
Denmark grabs for Sverige's hair (or..something) to make him quit it.
Sverige always knew you just wanted to be loved. aww --OUHGHG
Sverige winces and glares at Denmark.
Sverige: ... Don't.
Denmark smirks through the jam.
Denmark: Don't?
Sverige's hand is probably fisted against some poor ebelskiver or other.
Sverige: ... 'S 'nough.
Denmark: Threw jam on me, you did.
Denmark hi convoluted sentence structure, where did you come from.
Sverige: Y'deserved 't.
Denmark: I made you a delicious breakfast!
Sverige: Not g'nna make me like ya.
Denmark: You don't have to like me to be polite when eating something I've made for you.
Denmark: Really, Sverige. I thought you had better manners.
Sverige is halfway pissed and halfway embarrassed at such chiding.
Denmark: *says the one who launch-tackled him to the ground, uh. YOU THREW JAM!!!*
Sverige: -- Y'started it.
Denmark: Didn't.
Sverige shoves at Denmark.
Sverige: Stop.
Denmark grips his hair harder.
Denmark: You--turned away.
Sverige: Y' 'xpected differ'nt?
Denmark: When I'm doing everything--
Denmark: *...RIGHT this time...*
Denmark: .....
Denmark: Yes.
Sverige: ...
Sverige: ...
Sverige nearly sneers.
Sverige: Let go.
Denmark doesn't.
Sverige grabs at that offending hand in his hair.
Denmark grabs Sverige's collar with his other hand.
Sverige is rather ready to throw down again.
Sverige: ...
Denmark would love to see you try it, pinned to the floor and...being dripped jam on.
Sverige tries to look on the bright side. lingonberry makes for a rather sweet torment --
Sverige grabs at Denmark's collar.
Sverige: Said.
Sverige: Let go.
Denmark licks a drop from Sverige's cheek then (insult to injury! or something like it.)
[ooc talking of headcanon and how WE GET EACH OTHER MAN]
Sverige: OH I DO
Sverige: I DO, BRO
Denmark: YEAH YOU GET ME
Sverige: It's a fine line we walk.
Sverige: BROFIST
Denmark: YOU COMPLETE ME <3
Sverige MAKES THAT GD CIRCLE
Denmark: Now come back over here so I can complete you and we never have to be apart again 8)))
Sverige: ....
Sverige throws a punch.
Denmark I totally d--
Denmark asrdfjDSrfj
Sverige: *watch your tongue, son.*
Denmark punches back
Denmark .....I want to make that sexual but it wouldn't make sense.
Sverige goes OOF and BRAWLS
Sverige: ... *can't come up with anything sexual, either*
Denmark okay but can we do this without pants :|
Sverige: *what are you, Greek*
Denmark: (All I came up with was "why don't you watch it FOR me" but that...is lame)
Sverige: (HAHAHA)
Denmark: *no but they had some good ideas! I'm just sayin'!*
Sverige lets you strip if you so desire, but his pants are staying on.
Denmark is pretty determined to get Sverige's off first. :'Db
Sverige is not so vulnerable as that. PAAANCH
Denmark can make you vulnerable KICKU!
Sverige falls but pulls Denmark down with him, WHO'S VULNERABLE NOWWWww
Denmark: Asddfhsf!!
Denmark TAKES THE FALL ROLLING or would if you weren't pulling him you mofo, ow
Sverige grits his teeth and rolls over to pin Denmark, go team!
Denmark grunts YOU ATE TOO MANY OF MY PANCAKES GOD.
Sverige IS ALL MUSCLE -- and socks Denmark in an effort to keep him down
Denmark FINDS THAT HARD TO BELIEVE, what with you settling down and having babies and whatnot, that's a daddy-belly.
Denmark reels from the punch and throws his own back at Sverige
Sverige TAKES OFFENSE TO THAT but might have to wait to look offended, as Denmark's fist can and does really hurt once in a while. he instead tears at Denmark's collar, half-strangling, half-shoving down
Denmark chokes a little and claws at Sverige's hand with one and for his hair again with the other or some probably ineffectual reason.
Sverige catches himself like a responsible being before he does anything he really wants to, and slowly lets up on Denmark and wrenching at Denmark's hand.
Sverige: N'more.
Denmark GETS WORSE THE MORE INTENSE IT GETS /youtubes fight scenes or something, sob.
Denmark: ....
Denmark glares.
Denmark: Pity, Sverige? Really?
Sverige stares.
Sverige: Mm.
Denmark: ......
Sverige: I pity you.
Denmark: ........
Denmark is temporarily (shockingly) rendered speechless. Spits instead.
Denmark: I don't need it.
Sverige: Ah --
Sverige smacks Denmark, ineffective, unwilling to let himself get too carried away.
Denmark's head twists to the side and he doesn't move for a moment, blinking. Looks back slowly.
Denmark: Really, Sverige.
Denmark: Time was, we'd say you'd gone soft.
Sverige: Don't have time f'r you 'nymore.
Denmark doesn't think you have anything BUT time. (YOU WERE KNITTING.)
Sverige: *WINTER WAITS FOR NO MAN.*
Denmark: You make time for me. You always do.
Denmark: You always will.
Sverige: ...
Denmark: *WHATEVER MAN /hangs out with Bavaria or sth*
Sverige moves off of Denmark, as if to answer No.
Denmark grabs Sverige's collar. Doesn't take no for an answer when he doesn't want it (you know this.)
Sverige spares him an icy stare.
Denmark: You ALWAYS will.
Denmark doesn't negotiate. Pulls Sverige in and kisses him.
Sverige: 'S not so ea --
Sverige freezes.
Denmark kisses harder, MELT already.
Sverige gives Denmark a shaky punch
Sverige stumbles backward and looks ready to kill him.
Denmark smirks (darkly.)
Sverige wipes at his mouth.
Sverige is not red. just pink.
Denmark TASTES LIKE LINGONBERRIES!!! :'D
Sverige noticed. dear sweet freyja.
Denmark is perfectly up for making Sverige redder of course. Pink is for blushing brides, Sverige.
Sverige is already happily married. (not to you, in case you had any room to doubt.)
Sverige: ... Y're r'diculous.
Denmark thinks Finland would beg to differ. (He probably would too, kid freaks out so easily.)
Denmark: --I'll take that.
Sverige loves Finland for it, too...! ahaha. ha.
Sverige: 'Nd oversteppin' --
Sverige: *everything, essentially*
Denmark thinks you can keep your skittish creature (unless he decides to take him.) (Not that he would.) (Russia was an idiot.)
Denmark: Overstepping?
Denmark steps over 8)
Sverige agrees with you for once. --
Sverige takes a long step backward.
Sverige: Like 'lways.
Denmark continues his advance, since there's only so much space until a wall.
Sverige shoves his hand against Denmark's chest, as if to get the point across.
Denmark grabs that hand, then, and holds it there.
Sverige can feel his heartbeat. it's all a little too nostalgic.
Sverige: -- Don't.
Sverige: *if words work on you at all*
Denmark smiles, instead of smirking. Mostly.
Denmark: Why not?
Sverige shakes his head and pushes at him. no more words.
Denmark holds his hand a little tighter, just SAY it.
Denmark: .... Fine.
Denmark drops Sverige's hand and rolls his eyes, the picture of annoyed nonchalance.
Sverige composes himself immediately and stares hard, stepping around Denmark and making for an upset table that sorely needs cleaning up.
Denmark doesn't hide his annoyance at Sverige, shoving past him and grabbing things off the table.
Denmark: *.../IS SULKING. >8(*
Sverige shoves back, careful to make absolutely no eye contact, careful in his show of disdain: Denmark is not worth the trouble. he wipes at his mouth again, out of an odd need. and tends to the dishes like a responsible adult.
Denmark sets everything down at the counter by the sink and splashes his sticky face with water from the tap (no care at all for if it splashes Sverige. None at all. In fact maybe he splashes extra hard...)
Sverige washes the dishes next to Denmark's soaked face. not a care in the world, indeed.
Denmark: ...You don't need to do that.
Sverige keeps washing. oh, but he does.
Denmark frowns.
Denmark says louder--
Denmark: I don't need your help.
Sverige: Y'don't know how t'take care 'f thin's.
Denmark: What on earth makes you think that.
Denmark: I take care of things. I've always taken care of things!
Sverige shakes his head once and pours himself into washing the dishes.
Denmark: ............
Denmark likes being ignored less than he likes being pounded on. (HE'S LIKE AMERICA IN A WAY?? :| )
Denmark: Fine. Play housewife. You might as well.
Sverige glances at Denmark, cold, defensive.
Denmark glares right back with the expression of a challenge.
Sverige: ...
Sverige pushes at Denmark with his body to take full control of the sink.
Denmark stumbles, and shoves back half-heartedly before turning back to putting away the baking goods. With a glare.
Sverige squeezes out dishsoap, imagining the bottle to be Denmark's neck. he is, however, pleased Denmark knows how to clean up after himself.
Sverige: ... *usually doing the dishes makes him want to whistle. ... now, doing Denmark's, not so much.*
Denmark knows perfectly well how to clean up after himself, and after everyone else who just up and leaves. You don't become #1 in the world by lying around being married and shit.
Sverige perhaps gives Denmark the benefit of the doubt somewhere in some dank recess. doesn't change the fact that you were an awful 'spouse.'
Denmark was the best. You just don't know how to appreciate anything.
Sverige dries the dishes meticulously, making sure to look completely engrossed.
Sverige appreciates freedom and peace, try giving him that.
Denmark doesn't think you really need that. You'd be much happier with me again. ...Your wife can come too.
Sverige: ...
Sverige receives an antagonistic extra-sensory vibe from Denmark and glances over at him.
Denmark slams cupboards shut and turns around (Sverigedar senses shuddering.)
Denmark: ....
Denmark grins.
Denmark: What?
Denmark: You done, honey?
Denmark: *if he can't get him to drop it... :D*
Sverige drops a dish haphazardly into the sink and plunges his hands into the water as if into the cavity of Denmark's chest to rip his evil, black heart from --
Sverige: ... Nn.
Sverige scrubs said dish very hard.
Denmark has a loving, wonderful heart. An evil heart could never come up with Legos, or inspire Hans...... (well maybe that's not true there.)
Denmark has such a loving wonderful heart that he would forgive you for all your wrongdoings on the spot if you just came back to him like you should. That's how open-hearted he is.
Sverige bows his head murderously over those dishes. down with your Danish heart.
Sverige: ....What're ya lookin' at
Denmark: You. Doing my dishes for me. Without even being asked.
Denmark: It's terribly nice of you.
Sverige: ... 'S no favor.
Sverige sets aside the clean dishes and wonders how to make a quick escape once he's done.
Denmark HAS VACCUUMING YOU NEED TO DO, SVERIGE.
Denmark: --You're doing it out of the goodness of the heart? Why, Sverige.
Denmark: I'm touched that it means that much to you.
Denmark: Why don't you stay for coffee.
Denmark (AND VACCUUMING!!!)
Sverige IS ONLY MAKING UP FOR HIS HALF OF THE FIGHT --
Sverige: ...
Sverige: No.
Sverige: ... Thank you.
Sverige is clearly the bigger man.
Denmark thinks you could have made it up other ways.
Sverige doesn't stoop to your level, Denmark.
Denmark doesn't give a damn about the dishes and you know that.
Denmark would beg to differ again.
Sverige: ...
Sverige maybe did, but he's damn well going to make up for that loss of composure right now.
Sverige: ... 'Ve got 'ther 'rrangements.
Denmark *wonders if he could get the vaccuuming done if he kisses him again.*
Sverige wonders if that's a 'sucking' pun.
Sverige: *of sorts*
Denmark: *it is if you want it to be, baby*
Sverige plays the stiff.
Sverige: ... Can't.
Denmark can make that true if you like.
Denmark: *badum-tssh.*
Sverige: *walked right into that one.*
Denmark arches his eyebrow at the idea of Sverige having something even resembling a social life.
Denmark: ..... Your wife is waiting at home isn't he.
Denmark: In like, an apron and nothing else.
Sverige: .........
Sverige clenches his jaw.
Denmark smirks again.
Sverige: Sh't up.
Sverige turns back to finish the dishes.
Denmark: .....
Denmark: .....think you're so above me.
Denmark is frowning again, leaning against the counter with his arms crossed.
Denmark: At least I'm clear.
Sverige allows his head to incline slightly to the side, as if utterly unconcerned.
Sverige: Hn.
Denmark scoffs.
Denmark ...can't remember where she was going with that.
Sverige assures you it's fine, is being rather difficult as Sweden.
Sverige huffs slightly in answer.
Denmark: *SWEDEN IS ALWAYS DIFFICULT /weep*
Sverige: *SORRY D:*
Denmark: *IT'S NOT YOU*
Denmark: *IT'S......SWEDEN!*
Sverige: *I APOLOGIZE ON BEHALF OF SWEDENS EVERYWHERE*
Denmark: *IT IS NOTHING TO APOLOGIZE FOR it is in his nature to be utterly inconceivably difficult*
Denmark: *I swear I had something to say. I think I was going to mock Finland again. Ugggggh*
Sverige: *maybe you have a point*
Sverige: *mockity mock*
Sverige mocks Denmark's hat.
Denmark mocks Sverige's freaky little wife.
Sverige looks mighty pissed off.
Denmark makes lewd comments about Sverige's wife. Possibly implying an affair.
Sverige's face darkens in rage. surely there is some peaceful way to beat down -- no.
Denmark or implying the plan of one. 8)
Denmark just grins broadly.
Sverige stalks forward.
Sverige: 'M leavin'.
Sverige: 'Ve had 'nough.
Sverige usually doesn't sound this dramatic, honest.
Denmark: You keep coming back.
Denmark catches Sverige by the collar again.
Denmark doesn't usually act this childish (I don't..think... with Sverige anyway...a sdfhdhg)
Sverige twists Denmark's tie in his hand, right back at you.
Sverige: I won't.
Denmark: You will.
Denmark: You don't change.
Denmark: GLACIERS change faster than you do.
Sverige stares, defiant.
Sverige: Least y'can't change me, th'n.
Sverige's a bit immature, as well. i guess they're both being little kids.
Denmark little kids with biiiig axes 8(
Denmark: --I can do anything.
Denmark wants to melt you again. Puddle in his hands, Sverige. Ice has to melt sometime.
Sverige: Y're d'lusional.
Sverige: 'S not your time 'nymore.
Denmark: Any more than it is yours.
Sverige's grip on Denmark's tie weakens, and then tightens.
Sverige: Y've no contr'l 'ver me.
Denmark: Let go.
Sverige doesn't. he pulls closer, rough.
Sverige: 'Dmit it.
Denmark lets a smirk play at his lips.
Denmark: Back up.
Sverige stands his ground, mouth set.
Denmark tightens his own fingers on Sverige's collar.
Denmark: ... Don't kiss me.
Sverige starts, and promptly lets go.
Sverige: Idiot.
Denmark: You still do what I tell you to do.
Sverige: ...
Sverige: *fuck.*
Sverige bumps his lips against Denmark's.
Sverige realizes that was a trap as well, but he's damned either way.
Denmark opens his lips and bites, just a little.
Denmark: ...so easy.
Sverige exhales, pulls backward like stung.
Sverige: ...
Sverige: No.
Denmark shrugs, smirks and glances away; whatever you say, kid.
Denmark: ...And if that's what you call a kiss no wonder Finland refuses to admit you're married.
Denmark: Ought to go down there and set that poor kid straight.
Sverige: --
Sverige shoves Denmark against the sink, breathing in hisses.
Sverige: Stop. Stop talkin' 'bout him.
Denmark smirks wider, almost excitedly.
Denmark: Why? We've got no problem, he and I.
Denmark ...bends at the sink, ow.
Sverige bares his teeth.
Sverige: Y've got nothing.
Denmark grins back, the direct contrast.
Denmark: Had more than you have now, no two ways 'bout it.
Sverige shoves Denmark backward, splashing that soapy water, knocking aside dishes to the floor and giving him a slow, deliberate, precise punch in the jaw.
Sverige -- dishes shatter, and how.
Denmark reels back. grabs Sverige's shoulder for both leverage and balance and swings right back at him.
Sverige makes a sound and catches himself against the sink, breathing ragged, hands reaching for Denmark's tie, that one certain hold on him, as he tries for a sloppy backhand.
Denmark grits his teeth against the backhand and grabs Sverige's hand as it reaches, tries to twist it back and behind him, to bring him to his knees.
Sverige tries, but Denmark's attempt works halfway -- though he still harbors enough rage, strength, to pull Denmark along and off-balance as if it's the natural order of things.
Denmark topples over (...again, isn't it,) and to the floor, yanks hard on Sverige's arm as his back hits the ground.
Sverige falls over him, fingers hooked into Denmark's tie and pulling -- he pushes his lips against Denmark's too clumsily, needing to prove Denmark wrong.
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I think Denmark is getting sick of cockblocks lmfao. Poor sod.