Curious Little Things (1/5)
anonymous
February 8 2010, 00:46:44 UTC
Nothing in the whole world quite inspires nausea in him like blood sausage, but that's not the first thing he thinks of when Denmark asks that he buy some.
At three in the morning.
And when Norway had just barely gotten to bed once midnight came around.
"Just wait." he tells her, after opening one eye and seeing her stare at him with puppy-eyes near bursting with crocodile tears.
"But Norge... I needs me some blood sausage."
"And I need my sleep."
And despite her grumbles and protests, that's the end of the discussion.
He buys the blood sausage first thing after he wakes at a respectable hour, and deposits it safely in the fridge before the cat sees or smells it. That same cat is sitting on the table across from Denmark, the two locked in a staring contest.
At three in the morning.
And when Norway had just barely gotten to bed once midnight came around.
"Just wait." he tells her, after opening one eye and seeing her stare at him with puppy-eyes near bursting with crocodile tears.
"But Norge... I needs me some blood sausage."
"And I need my sleep."
And despite her grumbles and protests, that's the end of the discussion.
He buys the blood sausage first thing after he wakes at a respectable hour, and deposits it safely in the fridge before the cat sees or smells it. That same cat is sitting on the table across from Denmark, the two locked in a staring contest.
Meow.
"Danmark."
Meow."Danmark, what are you doing ( ... )
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