Wait for it...more Hetalia
Title: Mosaic
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: DenNor
Genre: Romance, some angst and fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Cursing, implied sex, vague historical references
Summary: It baffled everyone, including the persons in question, how easily Denmark and Norway fit together despite their differences.
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6828167/1/Mosaic
Note: 3 chapters up so far. This is an ongoing project. Same deal with chapters-you want the next one, click the link or comment. Thanks!
No one ever accused them of being similar. In fact, no one could understand how the two managed to stand each other's presence at all, they were so different. One was brash and unfiltered, rugged and obviously handsome. Whenever he stepped into a room, he made an entrance, whether it be dramatic or foolish or breathtaking. The other was outwardly delicate but mentally resilient, possessing beauty of a more feminine nature, his wisdom often overlooked due to his outer coldness. He was often overlooked or deliberately ignored because of his prickly nature, which was almost omnipresent. Almost.
Besides simply sharing a region, Denmark and Norway shared a special bond. In the spectrum of all possible ill matched personality traits, theirs was a distortion which somehow created a precarious fit. Aleksander put on a rather spectacular defense of scathing sarcasm and feigned detachment which only the cheerful social ignorance of the Dane could match. Matthias' determination in persistently caring about the Norwegian was one of the few forces to ever crack Aleks' cool facade.
They had known each other from the days of rape and pillaging, where Matthias had led the way, battle ax blazing, while Aleks would only give in to his secret battle lust in the shadow of the Dane's sheer exuberance, quietly incapacitating enemies and innocents and plundering only artifacts of great value or aesthetic appeal, slipping them into the Dane's personal stash unnoticed. Denmark would puzzle over these unknown presents and treasure the pieces Norway left for him, keeping them in a small chest at the foot of his bed. Throughout his reign as the terror of the Northern seas, Matthias' trove swelled with everything from trinkets to tiny treasures of high value, but he never guessed that his Norway was the anonymous benefactor. Aleks was normally so reserved and would never hand out praise, let alone gifts, if they were not very well deserved. He always seemed especially loathe to encourage the Dane, who was not wanting for admiration, but always seemed to like Norway's compliments the best.
Matthias was not one for subtlety socially or on the battlefield. He always led the charge with his men despite Aleks' warnings. Norway would always worry about the headstrong Viking as he recklessly jumped into conflict and took to quickly rubbing his cross hairpin, a gift from said reckless Dane, before they went into battle. He never told Matthias that he was worried, but watched and was the first to be ready ready with bandages and chastisements whenever the Dane came limping back, bloody and bruised but always victorious, usually carrying some prize from the raid which he would proudly present to Norway. He would look down into the smaller man's face, innocently begging for praise and approval, which was always given with a slight blush, a muttered insult and a grudging acceptance of the hard earned gift. Both men's favorite object was Norway's delicate cross hairpin which fell just shy of being overtly feminine. Rather, it looked dignified and uniquely fitting on Aleks. After the battle where Matthias had won it, he was so badly hurt that he collapsed unconscious back on their ship. He woke to Norway fretting over his bedside, and after he had endured the necessary scolding, had reached up and carefully pinned his prize onto a soft blonde lock of Aleks' hair. The Norwegian had stopped, confused, and raised his hand to the trinket, deliberately inspecting it before uncomfortably saying "Thank you." This was the first time that Norway had ever thanked Denmark explicitly, audibly, and without qualifications; Matthias' smile was so wide, it hurt his jaw. Every day after that, when he saw the familiar hairpin in his friend's hair, he would smile at his small but significant victory.
Eventually the men's relationship changed from that of uneasily close friends to lovers. The attraction had always been present, but neither wanted to upset the delicate balance that was their lives. The change happened initially by accident, like an unexplainable occurrence of nature, but once that fundamental shift had been triggered, the transition went fairly smoothly. The difficulties were more physical as they tried to fit into the traditional relationship paradigm, but they still complemented each others' personalities, even as they struggled to realize that their was no mold to fit their strange partnership. Once they realized that they did not need to be typical, it simply feel to acting upon the affection which had always been present. Matthias became the only person allowed to take off Aleks' precious hair clip, as he was the one who always fastened it back on as he had the very first time. Denmark's seemingly untamed strength and passion was always tempered almost imperceptibly by Norway's calm, which drew out a gentleness which was seldom seen. They never ceased bickering over silly things, but the underlying tone of tenderness and affection which had always been there was finally acknowledged and given a name: love. It was a strange kind of love which most others were confounded by. In fact, even the two lovers themselves sometimes had no clue. Despite how radically different they were, they coexisted not only peacefully but blissfully, differences meshing and grating in a way that somehow made them inexplicably and unexplainably happy.
Fandom: Hetalia
Pairing: DenNor
Genre: Romance, some angst and fluff
Rating: T
Warnings: Cursing, implied sex, vague historical references
Summary: It baffled everyone, including the persons in question, how easily Denmark and Norway fit together despite their differences.
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6828167/1/Mosaic
Note: 3 chapters up so far. This is an ongoing project. Same deal with chapters-you want the next one, click the link or comment. Thanks!
No one ever accused them of being similar. In fact, no one could understand how the two managed to stand each other's presence at all, they were so different. One was brash and unfiltered, rugged and obviously handsome. Whenever he stepped into a room, he made an entrance, whether it be dramatic or foolish or breathtaking. The other was outwardly delicate but mentally resilient, possessing beauty of a more feminine nature, his wisdom often overlooked due to his outer coldness. He was often overlooked or deliberately ignored because of his prickly nature, which was almost omnipresent. Almost.
Besides simply sharing a region, Denmark and Norway shared a special bond. In the spectrum of all possible ill matched personality traits, theirs was a distortion which somehow created a precarious fit. Aleksander put on a rather spectacular defense of scathing sarcasm and feigned detachment which only the cheerful social ignorance of the Dane could match. Matthias' determination in persistently caring about the Norwegian was one of the few forces to ever crack Aleks' cool facade.
They had known each other from the days of rape and pillaging, where Matthias had led the way, battle ax blazing, while Aleks would only give in to his secret battle lust in the shadow of the Dane's sheer exuberance, quietly incapacitating enemies and innocents and plundering only artifacts of great value or aesthetic appeal, slipping them into the Dane's personal stash unnoticed. Denmark would puzzle over these unknown presents and treasure the pieces Norway left for him, keeping them in a small chest at the foot of his bed. Throughout his reign as the terror of the Northern seas, Matthias' trove swelled with everything from trinkets to tiny treasures of high value, but he never guessed that his Norway was the anonymous benefactor. Aleks was normally so reserved and would never hand out praise, let alone gifts, if they were not very well deserved. He always seemed especially loathe to encourage the Dane, who was not wanting for admiration, but always seemed to like Norway's compliments the best.
Matthias was not one for subtlety socially or on the battlefield. He always led the charge with his men despite Aleks' warnings. Norway would always worry about the headstrong Viking as he recklessly jumped into conflict and took to quickly rubbing his cross hairpin, a gift from said reckless Dane, before they went into battle. He never told Matthias that he was worried, but watched and was the first to be ready ready with bandages and chastisements whenever the Dane came limping back, bloody and bruised but always victorious, usually carrying some prize from the raid which he would proudly present to Norway. He would look down into the smaller man's face, innocently begging for praise and approval, which was always given with a slight blush, a muttered insult and a grudging acceptance of the hard earned gift. Both men's favorite object was Norway's delicate cross hairpin which fell just shy of being overtly feminine. Rather, it looked dignified and uniquely fitting on Aleks. After the battle where Matthias had won it, he was so badly hurt that he collapsed unconscious back on their ship. He woke to Norway fretting over his bedside, and after he had endured the necessary scolding, had reached up and carefully pinned his prize onto a soft blonde lock of Aleks' hair. The Norwegian had stopped, confused, and raised his hand to the trinket, deliberately inspecting it before uncomfortably saying "Thank you." This was the first time that Norway had ever thanked Denmark explicitly, audibly, and without qualifications; Matthias' smile was so wide, it hurt his jaw. Every day after that, when he saw the familiar hairpin in his friend's hair, he would smile at his small but significant victory.
Eventually the men's relationship changed from that of uneasily close friends to lovers. The attraction had always been present, but neither wanted to upset the delicate balance that was their lives. The change happened initially by accident, like an unexplainable occurrence of nature, but once that fundamental shift had been triggered, the transition went fairly smoothly. The difficulties were more physical as they tried to fit into the traditional relationship paradigm, but they still complemented each others' personalities, even as they struggled to realize that their was no mold to fit their strange partnership. Once they realized that they did not need to be typical, it simply feel to acting upon the affection which had always been present. Matthias became the only person allowed to take off Aleks' precious hair clip, as he was the one who always fastened it back on as he had the very first time. Denmark's seemingly untamed strength and passion was always tempered almost imperceptibly by Norway's calm, which drew out a gentleness which was seldom seen. They never ceased bickering over silly things, but the underlying tone of tenderness and affection which had always been there was finally acknowledged and given a name: love. It was a strange kind of love which most others were confounded by. In fact, even the two lovers themselves sometimes had no clue. Despite how radically different they were, they coexisted not only peacefully but blissfully, differences meshing and grating in a way that somehow made them inexplicably and unexplainably happy.