Listen to Me (trade: Husky-Bear)

Fandom: Hetalia
Shipping: DenNor
Word Count: 543
Warnings: N/A

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“–but I didn’t give in!”

The other country said nothing.

“I just kept fighting and–!”

Still nothing.

“Isn’t that cool?”

Not even a nod to acknowledge that he was talking to him. Was he ignoring him again?

Denmark frowned. “Nor, I’m talking to you!”

The other boy just folded his arms across his chest. He still wouldn’t look at the country across from him. He said nothing; just stood there, frowning deeply.

Denmark reached over and poked the other boy’s forehead a few times, attempting to get his attention. “Hey! Listen to m–”

Norway shoved him away. “You really can’t take a hint, can you?” he demanded.

He looked unsure of how to respond.

The other boy sighed. His arms folded in front of his chest once more. “You don’t notice anything,” he said at last.

“What do you mean?”

“Ever.”

“What do you mean?” he repeated, bewildered.

Norway sighed again. “You’re such a moron…”

He didn’t seem to realize that he was being insulting. “Nor, if something’s bothering you, just tell me.”

He glanced at him, one eyebrow arched. “Oh really, can I?” he asked sarcastically.

At last he seemed to pick up on his tone. Denmark blinked, losing his composure for once. “Wait, are you… are you mad at me?!”

Norway said nothing. He turned away again.

“Why are you mad at me?!”

“I told you, because you’re a moron.”

He still didn’t seem to notice the insult. He looked worried. “Nor…”

Norway glanced at him again. Saw how hurt he was. After a moment, he sighed and dropped his arms. “Denmark…”

“Yeah?”

“I like you.”

“Oh, okay.”

Norway sighed for what felt like the millionth time. He’d give it five, no, six seconds to sink in.

Denmark stared at him for a long time before he finally blinked, realization finally sinking in. “Wait… huh?!”

Twenty seconds, much longer than he had thought. Weird. “I’ve liked you for a while now,” he told him quietly.

Now a faint scarlet blossomed across the boy’s face. “Y-You have?”

He smiled a little. “Like I said, you’re a moron.”

He stared at him with wide eyes, face still scarlet as he played nervously with his hands. “I… uh…”

“It’s not like you to be so shy,” he remarked.

His blush deepened. “I just… you… really?”

Was he still stuck on that? Norway sighed and walked over to the flustered country. He kissed him lightly on the side of his face, near his jaw. “I’ll give you some time to let it sink in,” he murmured. It would probably take him a while. “I’ll see you later.”

Now Denmark was the one to say nothing, only watching as Norway left. “… You like me?” he asked weakly, long after he was gone.