[fanfic] Legalization
Title: Legalization
Author/Artist: me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Sweden, Denmark
Rating: None! D;
Warnings: None
Summary: Sweden and Denmark having a chat over a drink about legalization and gay marriage. (Short, so short :[)
”N' when are y' gonna make it legal?” Denmark looked up from his beer, across the table, and met the turquoise-blue eyes behind the glasses. He swiveled his glass around once, watching the amber liquid move gently with the momentum.
“Ya know... it ain't that simple. Or easy,” Denmark changed the adjective of choice to make it come out right.
“Nh.” Sweden made a noise that effectively covered both the “alright” and “how so?” category, prompting the other Scandinavian to explain. The Dane heaved a rather heavy sigh.
“You know that I've got a bit more people who're strict than you,” he finally replied and took a swallow of his beer.
“Mm, I kn'w.” Short as usual.
“If you know then why do you ask?” The Dane said irritably, this time turning his gaze up to glare lightly at the more northern country. Sweden raised his gaze over the rim of the glass as he took a swallow of his own.
“Jus' w'nderin' how long y're gonna keep on waitin',” was the calm answer. And when Denmark just felt like raising his glass a bit just so he could bang it onto the tabletop to make it clear just how irritated he was about it, the Swede continued. “Norge has already d'ne it.”
Denmark stilled and turned not only his gaze away this time but his whole head, staring off to the side.
“We're not as close as we used to be,” he finally stated after a moment of silence. Sweden let the quite drag a bit, drinking, before he spoke again.
“In a way, we neith'r.” He was speaking of himself and Finland. And Russia, by extension, since it was that nation who'd caused it. “N' at the s'me time not.” Denmark looked at the other, but Sweden had closed his eyes while emptying his glass.
“You two were always a bit difference from me and Nor,” he finally said. Sweden grunted in agreement as he put his cup down again.
“Diff'rent but at the s'me time not.” Denmark raised an eyebrow at that but Sweden didn't reply. Instead, the nation pushed out his chair and stood up, taking his suit jacket off the back and putting it back on again, leaving it unbuttoned though, just as the first two buttons on his shirt. Pushing the chair back in again, Sweden met the other's light blue eyes. “Leg'lize it n' y'll see. Do it n' ask 'im.” Denmark stared after his neighbor, the one who was closer (geographically) to him and to whom he had a stable and lasting connection (the bridge across the straight). It was a good question why it wasn't the two of them instead. Denmark asked the other as much as Sweden headed for the kitchen entrance. The Swede replied without halting.
“Tha's because we're too alike. N' y're about as tall as me,” he added before exiting the room. Denmark burst out laughing at that, not calming down until after he heard the entrance door to the house shut behind the Swede.
“Well, have to agree with you there,” Denmark gazed down in his raised glass, contemplating aloud. “It is more satisfying to gaze down at someone who's not the same height.” Emptying the remains of his drink in one go, the picture of a silently fuming and slightly pouting shorter nation came to mind. One with a lot darker eyes than his. Denmark grinned.
Yeah, perhaps he would take Sweden's advice there... for once. It could be darn funny to see Norway's face when he popped by and asked the other.
Author/Artist: me
Character(s) or Pairing(s): Sweden, Denmark
Rating: None! D;
Warnings: None
Summary: Sweden and Denmark having a chat over a drink about legalization and gay marriage. (Short, so short :[)
”N' when are y' gonna make it legal?” Denmark looked up from his beer, across the table, and met the turquoise-blue eyes behind the glasses. He swiveled his glass around once, watching the amber liquid move gently with the momentum.
“Ya know... it ain't that simple. Or easy,” Denmark changed the adjective of choice to make it come out right.
“Nh.” Sweden made a noise that effectively covered both the “alright” and “how so?” category, prompting the other Scandinavian to explain. The Dane heaved a rather heavy sigh.
“You know that I've got a bit more people who're strict than you,” he finally replied and took a swallow of his beer.
“Mm, I kn'w.” Short as usual.
“If you know then why do you ask?” The Dane said irritably, this time turning his gaze up to glare lightly at the more northern country. Sweden raised his gaze over the rim of the glass as he took a swallow of his own.
“Jus' w'nderin' how long y're gonna keep on waitin',” was the calm answer. And when Denmark just felt like raising his glass a bit just so he could bang it onto the tabletop to make it clear just how irritated he was about it, the Swede continued. “Norge has already d'ne it.”
Denmark stilled and turned not only his gaze away this time but his whole head, staring off to the side.
“We're not as close as we used to be,” he finally stated after a moment of silence. Sweden let the quite drag a bit, drinking, before he spoke again.
“In a way, we neith'r.” He was speaking of himself and Finland. And Russia, by extension, since it was that nation who'd caused it. “N' at the s'me time not.” Denmark looked at the other, but Sweden had closed his eyes while emptying his glass.
“You two were always a bit difference from me and Nor,” he finally said. Sweden grunted in agreement as he put his cup down again.
“Diff'rent but at the s'me time not.” Denmark raised an eyebrow at that but Sweden didn't reply. Instead, the nation pushed out his chair and stood up, taking his suit jacket off the back and putting it back on again, leaving it unbuttoned though, just as the first two buttons on his shirt. Pushing the chair back in again, Sweden met the other's light blue eyes. “Leg'lize it n' y'll see. Do it n' ask 'im.” Denmark stared after his neighbor, the one who was closer (geographically) to him and to whom he had a stable and lasting connection (the bridge across the straight). It was a good question why it wasn't the two of them instead. Denmark asked the other as much as Sweden headed for the kitchen entrance. The Swede replied without halting.
“Tha's because we're too alike. N' y're about as tall as me,” he added before exiting the room. Denmark burst out laughing at that, not calming down until after he heard the entrance door to the house shut behind the Swede.
“Well, have to agree with you there,” Denmark gazed down in his raised glass, contemplating aloud. “It is more satisfying to gaze down at someone who's not the same height.” Emptying the remains of his drink in one go, the picture of a silently fuming and slightly pouting shorter nation came to mind. One with a lot darker eyes than his. Denmark grinned.
Yeah, perhaps he would take Sweden's advice there... for once. It could be darn funny to see Norway's face when he popped by and asked the other.