Chains part 6
Characters: Norway, Prussia, Denmark, Germany, Finland, brief mention of America
Warnings: None for this chapter!
Rating: PG
Summary: Norway and Denmark go home and Denmark get's a phone call
Forgot to mention that takes place in a slightly alternate universe.
They stayed like that for an what seemed like an indeterminable amount of time. Prussia and Norway finished arguing and came out of the kitchen. Prussia was muttering curses under his breath. Germany flinched and tried to extricate himself from Denmark's grip.
"It'll be ok." Denmark's tone stayed even.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Prussia yelled. "You can't handle a little noise?" Germany flinched, the trembles turning to shudders. Prussia snorted. "You're such a scaredy cat." he muttered. "Seriously, being arfraid of a little noise." Germany took a deep breath and extricated himself from Denmark's now lax grip. He moved across the room and picked up his breifcase. It shook a little in his hands.
"I'm just a little stressed Prussia." He said. "It's been a long day."
"I still think you're a pansy."
Germany sighed and rubbed his temples. He looked at Norway and Denmark. "Sorry, you had to see this."
"Yeah, see you acting like a pasny." Prussia added from behind them.Germany ignored him.
"Did you want to discuss something?" He asked Norway. Norway shook his head.
"It can wait until another time." he said as he grabbed Denmark's arm. "We'll come back another time." He proplled Denmark out the door, ingnoring Denmark's protest. "Have a good evening.'' he said and shut the door behind them.
Once they were far away from the house, Norway let go of Denmark's arm. Denmark sighed and rubbed his arm.
"Geeze Nor, I think you cut off my circulation."
''Sorry'' They walked in silence for a while. The streets of Bonn changing around them.
"How could he do that Norge?" Denmark broke the comfortable silence between them.
Norway blinked. "Who did what?"
Denmark scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk. "How could Prussia do that?" Norway's look said to elaborate. ''How could he yell at Germany like that?"
Norway sighed. "It's Prussia'' he offered as an explanation.
"Sweden and I don't argue like that." Norway stops and turns to look at him.
"You can't compare your relationship to Sweden to Prussia's with Germany's. It's too different." he said and sighed. "Come one, let's get home before it gets dark."
They split up at Denmark's house. Norway promised that he'd meet him tomorrow. Denmark felt very exhausted and wanted nothing more to go to bed. However, as soon as he crossed the threshold, the phone rang. Denmark swore, tripped and crashed into the table. The phone dangled infront of him.
"Hello" he grumbled.
"Denmark?" Finland's voice sounded apologetic.
"Yeah" Denmark grunted.
"Sorry to call you so late" here Denmark glanced at the clock. It was nine-thirty. "but," Finland continued, "we have a meeting tomorrow."
Denmark sighed. "Is it a world meeting."
"Yeah, sorry. America forgot to inform us that he had scheduled one this week."
Denmark moaned and flopped back onto the floor. ''What time is it?"
''It's in Belgium at eight. Sorry"
"It's all right, not your fault America's an idiot. I'll see you all then, I guess."
"Yeah" Finland sounded tired too. "Goodnight"
"Night Finland" Denmark got up and put the phone back in the receiver. He muttered a curse, shook is head and went into the kitchen to make dinner.
Warnings: None for this chapter!
Rating: PG
Summary: Norway and Denmark go home and Denmark get's a phone call
Forgot to mention that takes place in a slightly alternate universe.
They stayed like that for an what seemed like an indeterminable amount of time. Prussia and Norway finished arguing and came out of the kitchen. Prussia was muttering curses under his breath. Germany flinched and tried to extricate himself from Denmark's grip.
"It'll be ok." Denmark's tone stayed even.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Prussia yelled. "You can't handle a little noise?" Germany flinched, the trembles turning to shudders. Prussia snorted. "You're such a scaredy cat." he muttered. "Seriously, being arfraid of a little noise." Germany took a deep breath and extricated himself from Denmark's now lax grip. He moved across the room and picked up his breifcase. It shook a little in his hands.
"I'm just a little stressed Prussia." He said. "It's been a long day."
"I still think you're a pansy."
Germany sighed and rubbed his temples. He looked at Norway and Denmark. "Sorry, you had to see this."
"Yeah, see you acting like a pasny." Prussia added from behind them.Germany ignored him.
"Did you want to discuss something?" He asked Norway. Norway shook his head.
"It can wait until another time." he said as he grabbed Denmark's arm. "We'll come back another time." He proplled Denmark out the door, ingnoring Denmark's protest. "Have a good evening.'' he said and shut the door behind them.
Once they were far away from the house, Norway let go of Denmark's arm. Denmark sighed and rubbed his arm.
"Geeze Nor, I think you cut off my circulation."
''Sorry'' They walked in silence for a while. The streets of Bonn changing around them.
"How could he do that Norge?" Denmark broke the comfortable silence between them.
Norway blinked. "Who did what?"
Denmark scuffed his shoe on the sidewalk. "How could Prussia do that?" Norway's look said to elaborate. ''How could he yell at Germany like that?"
Norway sighed. "It's Prussia'' he offered as an explanation.
"Sweden and I don't argue like that." Norway stops and turns to look at him.
"You can't compare your relationship to Sweden to Prussia's with Germany's. It's too different." he said and sighed. "Come one, let's get home before it gets dark."
They split up at Denmark's house. Norway promised that he'd meet him tomorrow. Denmark felt very exhausted and wanted nothing more to go to bed. However, as soon as he crossed the threshold, the phone rang. Denmark swore, tripped and crashed into the table. The phone dangled infront of him.
"Hello" he grumbled.
"Denmark?" Finland's voice sounded apologetic.
"Yeah" Denmark grunted.
"Sorry to call you so late" here Denmark glanced at the clock. It was nine-thirty. "but," Finland continued, "we have a meeting tomorrow."
Denmark sighed. "Is it a world meeting."
"Yeah, sorry. America forgot to inform us that he had scheduled one this week."
Denmark moaned and flopped back onto the floor. ''What time is it?"
''It's in Belgium at eight. Sorry"
"It's all right, not your fault America's an idiot. I'll see you all then, I guess."
"Yeah" Finland sounded tired too. "Goodnight"
"Night Finland" Denmark got up and put the phone back in the receiver. He muttered a curse, shook is head and went into the kitchen to make dinner.