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Norway woke up by the sound of Denmark growling slightly. He could feel the bare legs against his own, the strong embrace that held him ever so tightly. Norway turned his head to look at the sleeping Dane. He let out a slight sigh before his eyes closed and he snuck closer into the warm embrace. Denmark mumbled something before opening one eye very slowly, only to see that the Norwegian was turned back into his normal self. Denmark leaned forward to kiss his forehead and Norway’s eyes opened again.

“They are already gone. It’s a shame though” The Dane teased running his fingers over the Norwegians bare chest, which made Norway shiver ever so slightly. “Stop that you idiot” he growled before Denmark took him closer. The Norwegians cheeks were soon a dark red colour as he felt their bare skin being pressed together. He had almost forgotten that they were still naked.

Denmark smiled a bit before pressing another kiss to the others forehead. Oh how he loved lying like this with the man he loved. Yes he did indeed love the Norwegian. He loved him very much. And nothing in the world was going to stop that. Even though Norway might not ever admit it fully, he loved Denmark. Even though he might call him annoying now or then or a big idiot, there was nothing more he loved than just being held like this. Naked or not.

Norway didn’t want to move, but he felt like he had to. His body was heavy once he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Denmark looked at him and smile before running his hand down the Norwegians back. “Was it good last night?” Denmark teased as he sat up, kissing the smaller blonds shoulder.

Sighing the Norwegian hid his face in his hands. “Shut up…. “ He complained as he looked back at him with a flush over his face. Denmark just nodded before chuckling. “Alright alright, just saying that I had a good time” he said giving the Norwegians cheek a small peak.

Norway stood up; he didn’t take on any of his clothes, as he wanted to take a shower. Why take his clothes on if he was going to take it off any time soon anyway? Denmark looked after him, biting down his lower lip as Norway left the room and went to bathroom. Denmark was discussing with himself rather or not he should join him in the bathroom or not, but he decided not to, not wanting to piss the Norwegian off.

Once the door was closed Norway went into the shower and turned on the hot water. He felt like he had been beating a thousand of times, like he had the worst hangover ever. His stomach was annoying him, his head was hurting and he felt dizzy. So much for England’s shitty magic.

Denmark had left the room and of cause taking on some clothes, before walking into the kitchen meeting the rest of the Nordics for breakfast, or early lunch. He just smiled at them as they continued their regular conversations. Soon Norway had joined them, also fully clothed. He literally looked like shit. Norway had a more dead expression than usual, he was pale and looked like someone who could faint any minute, but he didn’t complain and Denmark didn’t say anything, thinking it was just a hangover and it was best not to annoy more as it was.

Later that day Norway had laid himself on the couch. He just wanted to relax but he had soon falling asleep. He was still feeling like shit and Denmark had noticed. He didn’t want to ask Norway what was wrong, but he got worried seeing the blond had fallen asleep on the couch. Denmark walked slowly, carefully over to the Norwegian and took the blanket over him. God he was beautiful, or at least to the Dane he was.

Denmark kissed the Norwegians forehead before he leaved the living room. He felt like he would leave Norway alone, at least until he had woken up again, so he went to his own room. Well that was all he had to himself in that house. They were often at the Nordic house, all together, instead of being apart in their country. Denmark liked being there, liked being with the others. It was better than being home all alone.

When Norway woke up he stumbled to his feet, he wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping, but he knew he had to go to the bathroom, right now. He wasn’t walking straight, well if you could even call it walking. Norway quickly yet very insecure got to the bathroom. He kneeled down, almost falling down in front of the toilet. He couldn’t help it, his stomach was acting so weird and soon he puked.

Denmark had heard the sudden running and thought of it as nothing until it was clearly that someone was feeling sick. He got up on his feet and soon ran to the bathroom, curious about whoever it was. Denmark was soon kneeling down behind Norway. His hand gently stroking the Norwegians back and the other holding his long hair.

Soon Norway was laid back on the couch; even though he looked much better Denmark wouldn’t take any chances. Norway looked at him mimicking a ‘thank you’ before his eyes closed again. It was like all his energy had run out of him, like he couldn’t deal with it anymore. Denmark gently kissed the Norwegians forehead, before he smiled. “Tell me if you need anything okay?” The Dane said before stroking the almost white hair out of the others face.

A few hours later Norway woke up again. The first thing he saw was a smiling worried Dane sitting on the edge of the couch. “Feeling better?” he asked running his fingers through his hair. Norway nodded slightly. “Ja… I am “ he said as he looked at him. He was actually feeling better. A lot better. Norway sat up slowly. Denmark rested a hand on the other blonds lap with a slight smile. “That’s good. “ he said and smile as Norway took a hand on top of the his own.

If you could see it you would say that Norway had a slight smile planted on his face as the Dane sat next to him. Norway was glad that the Dane was that worried about it. He would probably have said that he would have reacted the same way.

Even though Norway could have complained about it, they spend the rest of the evening together, in each other’s arms on the couch. Just watching some random TV of what they just wanted to see at the time being. When Denmark looked at Norway again, he had fallen asleep, resting on the others shoulder. Denmark smiled gently and kissed the others forehead.

The next morning Norway woke up in Denmark’s bed, the so called Dane sleeping next to him. He took a hand to his head. He was feeling way better than yesterday, though a bit nausea. Norway looked at Denmark, he actually had a small smile on his lips, though he rarely showed anyone. He liked sleeping in the Dane’s bed, when they were staying at the house. It was nice, and he wouldn’t feel so alone.

Norway leaned over just to kiss the others cheek. He wanted to just have gotten up, but before he could move Denmark’s arms were wrapped around him. Denmark grumbled something before taking the Norwegian closer. Norway let out a slight sigh as he looked at Denmark. They always did this. Cuddle in the morning, and Denmark not wanting to let go of the smaller male.

They ended up like that almost every day. Denmark having arms around Norway, taking him closer once they would wake up, and maybe a kiss or two. Norway wouldn’t really call them lovers, but if you asked Denmark, Norway was his.

One day after Norway had taking his usual shower, he looked himself in the mirror. It was like something was different. He ran his hand over his stomach. It was like he had gained weight. He sighed. He hadn’t really been eating any different from usual. Norway took out his weight, to see if he it really could be true.

Norway opened his eyes and couldn’t believe what he just saw. He had been gaining weight. And a lot. Even though it wasn’t that visible he could still feel it. He sighed, oh well. He wasn’t going to tell anyone that was for sure. Norway soon had taken on all his clothes, making sure to cover up all of him. He sighed slightly, maybe he should just think about what he was eating, he hadn’t really been doing any work out lately either.

Denmark looked at the Norwegian as he came out with a jogging suit on. Denmark raised an eyebrow as the other came closer. “Where are you going Nor?” Denmark asked as Norway went for the front door. “I am just going to take a run, I mean… I need to clear my head.” Norway said gentle, trying not to worry the Dane as he left the house.

Denmark looked after him a bit confused to why he would go out running now? And without giving him a real reason to do so. Not that he thought it was a bad idea, being in shape was a good thing, but he could think of other ways to make the Norwegian get it shape.
Norway’s thoughts were on something completely else. How had to been gaining weight, and so much, so fast? He was so confused, and so not focused on running. It wasn’t like he was short breathed it was more like he was heavier than usual, and yes he was, but this wasn’t like anything he had felt before. Norway sat down on a bench, taking in a deep breath. This was all just too weird.

It was getting late and Denmark had dragged Norway to bed, even though he had told the Dane over and over that he wasn’t tired. But Denmark wouldn’t take no for an answer. Who said he wanted to sleep, anyway? Denmark tried to get Norway to do something with him that night, but Norway’s had bluntly refused him to do anything, he wasn’t even really allowed to touch him. Denmark ran his hand over the Norwegian. Norway sighed slightly, not liking the way the other touched him, but he didn’t want to push him away either.

Norway felt asleep in the other’s arms. He felt safe, and happy. He liked sleeping in the other’s arms, he liked being close to him. Even though Denmark was sometimes an asshole, but mostly a sweet guy, and a guy who cared about him. Norway liked it very much, even though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone.

Denmark took the smaller male closer, resting his hand on the others stomach. It felt different. Maybe a bit more round. First he didn’t comment it, and he could feel how Norway took in a deep breath. Denmark couldn’t see his face since Norway was lying with his back against him. Denmark slowly stroked the other’s stomach. “Say………. Have you gained a bit of weight Nor?” The Dane asked slowly, not sure if he should have asked that or not. Norway growled and hit the hand that was stroking him.

“What if I have? It’s none of your business anyway. “ Norway said trying to get the other’s arms away from him. “I didn’t mean it like that… I just meant that your stomach seemed a bit round right here.” The Dane said stroking same stomach. Norway pouted slightly, not that Denmark could see it anyway, but he didn’t answer him.

“Well….. If you don’t like it you could always train some more.. I mean it wouldn’t hurt, right?” Denmark said ever so careful, afraid of getting hit. Norway had been in a terrible bad mood lately. A bit more than the usual, and it had set Denmark’s mind to wonder if he had done anything wrong. Right now the Dane didn’t dare to ask.

Norway just sighed deeply before turning his face to him. “I got this okay? I am already working on it… “ Norway said not looking up at the other, instead he buried his face into the other’s chest. He liked this. Having someone to care for him. Norway would probably have been more worried, if it was the Dane, but no one knew that, maybe except for the Dane himself.

Another week had past, and Norway seemed to get bigger, not that it was that visible, but
visible enough for him to care. Denmark had noticed of cause, since they were sleeping in the same bed, and occasionally were naked together, yeah he had noticed. Norway was not wearing his usual shirt, no. A big sweatshirt had covered up that beautiful body of his. Denmark hasn’t said anything since that day about Norway’s weight, because Norway had said he was working on it, even though the Dane couldn’t really see that.

Norway was also eating very weird things lately. And he would ask the Dane to get things like strawberries. Not that it was odd to want strawberries, but considering the snow outside, they were pretty damn hard to get. Norway was also eating more, but not unhealthy things. Things he usually ate. And then of cause all the weird things he suddenly seemed to like eating.

Denmark just raised an eyebrow as the Norwegian stuck his finger into a small bowl of chocolate pudding. Norway had soon liked it off and once again covering his finger with the pudding. Denmark could feel how his face was slowly heating up, and so he looked down. “Don’t you need a spoon for that?” the Dane asked taking in a deep breath. Norway looked up at him as he licked the pudding off his finger.

“Why? It’s not like anyone else if going to eat this.” The Norwegian said before sticking his finger down into the cold mixture. Denmark didn’t really dare to look at him, but did it anyway, only to look up to see Norway stick his finger into his mouth and licking of the pudding. Denmark shouldn’t have done that. All the heat from his face went downwards. He sighed slightly before taking in another deep breath.

Norway wasn’t usually like this. He wouldn’t usually do anything you could call perverted in front of anyone. And… He wasn’t stupid. Norway should know that doing this in front of Denmark would have consequences, but right now, he wasn’t really thinking of anything else than eating his pudding…. With his fingers.

Denmark stood up drastically. Norway looked at him surprised while licking off yet another finger. “What is it?” the Norwegian asked. Denmark didn’t answer him. He just walked over to him and swooped him up, making the smaller one gasp and almost drop his pudding. “P-Put me down” Norway exclaimed. Denmark did still not say anything as he walked with him.

Once they were in the Dane’s bedroom he sat him down on the bed. “Wh-What’s the meaning of this?” the Norwegian asked rather startled from the whole situation. Denmark was standing in front of him and took in some short breaths. “Tell me. How can I ignore you, while you are just standing there eating pudding, with your fingers, like nothing is wrong with that?” The Dane asked looking at him, he had a serious expression on his face, one Norway hadn’t seen in a long time.

First Norway didn’t get the question. Then he looked down at his fingers and the pudding in his hand. Norway’s face soon got a pretty dark red colour. “I….. Uhmmm………… It wasn’t meant like that!” he prostrated. Denmark soon smirked at him. “Ohh no? So your intention was not to get my attention and not to make this happen?” Denmark asked opening his pants and pulled them down, showing Norway what he was talking about. Norway blushed even darker and shook his head.

“N-No… That was not my intention. “ The Norwegian said looking away. “Well… Even so, it is you, who has to be responsible for it” The Dane said and smirked. Before Norway could say anything, the Dane had pushed him backwards into the bed and crawled over him. Denmark planted a lustful kiss on the other’s lips. Denmark’s hand were soon ravishing the smaller man’s body, making him whimper ever so slightly.

Denmark took a hold of the Norwegians sweatshirt, without the other could even complain, Denmark had yanked it over his head. Norway looked away once Denmark started to run his hands down the others chest, making his quiver just a bit. Denmark’s hand were soon stroking over the Norwegian’s stomach. It was weird seeing Norway like this, but Denmark didn’t actually care, he was still his Norway.

Denmark continued to stroked over his stomach just gently, before he leaned down to kiss him once again. This time Norway wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. Suddenly Denmark flew up, having felt something, something really weird. Norway looked at the much almost terrified Dane who just looked down at him. “What is it?” the Norwegian asked almost irritated as the Dane just sat there.

“Uhhh.. Well.. Your…. Ehmm…. It… It was like something just kicked my hand!” Denmark said still in too much shock to believe it. Norway rolled his eyes, how was that even possible. “Come on, don’t play one of you stupid jokes on me now” Norway said much annoyed. Denmark shook his head a few times. “N-No… It’s not a joke. I swear I felt something” The Dane said taking in a deep breath. Soon Denmark’s hands were resting on the Norwegians stomach once more, making Norway sigh in irritation.

Soon Denmark removed his hand quickly. “Th-There, there it was again” he said almost not believing it. Norway shook his head at him. “Oh would you st--------“ before the Norwegian could finish his sentence, Denmark had taking his hand and placed it on the Norwegian’s stomach. Norway took in a deep breath as he felt it too. It was really like something was kicking at it.

“It’s… It’s like something is growing inside of you.” Denmark said also had noticed that he wasn’t really getting fat, it was only his stomach that was getting bigger. Norway waved him off, like ‘That’s not true’, but saw the expression on the Dane’s face. “You have to go to the doctor…. You know we have that special doctor, who is pretty much open for anything, when it comes to us.” Denmark said trying to smile at him. Norway looked away. “I don’t need a damn doctor… It’s nothing…” He said avoiding the others worried eyes. “Nothing? It is diffidently something. And you have to go to the doctor… I’ll even go with you if you want” The Dane said now smiling at him.

Norway took in a deep breath not wanting to agree with the Dane. And seriously not on whether or not he was going to the doctor. Norway decided to nod. He decided it couldn’t hurt getting himself looked at. “Only if you go with me” the Norwegian said with a slight sigh. Denmark smiled at him and took his hand.

“I promise” the Dane said and smiled once again, taking Norway’s hand and kissed it. “I am not leaving you until we figure out what is wrong, okay?” The Dane said with yet another smile. Norway just nodded at him, before looking down the Dane.

“Uhmmm… How about we uhmm… Take care of that first, before going anywhere?” Norway asked before his eyes looked away, and his face burning red. Denmark tilted his head, not really following him, before looking down himself. Denmark smirked slightly and once again leaned over the Norwegian. “As you wish, my sweet little Norge” The Dane said planting a very sweet kiss on the other’s lips.

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Norway woke up by the sound of Denmark growling slightly. He could feel the bare legs against his own, the strong embrace that held him ever so tightly. Norway turned his head to look at the sleeping Dane. He let out a slight sigh before his eyes closed and he snuck closer into the warm embrace. Denmark mumbled something before opening one eye very slowly, only to see that the Norwegian was turned back into his normal self. Denmark leaned forward to kiss his forehead and Norway’s eyes opened again.

“They are already gone. It’s a shame though” The Dane teased running his fingers over the Norwegians bare chest, which made Norway shiver ever so slightly. “Stop that you idiot” he growled before Denmark took him closer. The Norwegians cheeks were soon a dark red colour as he felt their bare skin being pressed together. He had almost forgotten that they were still naked.

Denmark smiled a bit before pressing another kiss to the others forehead. Oh how he loved lying like this with the man he loved. Yes he did indeed love the Norwegian. He loved him very much. And nothing in the world was going to stop that. Even though Norway might not ever admit it fully, he loved Denmark. Even though he might call him annoying now or then or a big idiot, there was nothing more he loved than just being held like this. Naked or not.

Norway didn’t want to move, but he felt like he had to. His body was heavy once he sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Denmark looked at him and smile before running his hand down the Norwegians back. “Was it good last night?” Denmark teased as he sat up, kissing the smaller blonds shoulder.

Sighing the Norwegian hid his face in his hands. “Shut up…. “ He complained as he looked back at him with a flush over his face. Denmark just nodded before chuckling. “Alright alright, just saying that I had a good time” he said giving the Norwegians cheek a small peak.

Norway stood up; he didn’t take on any of his clothes, as he wanted to take a shower. Why take his clothes on if he was going to take it off any time soon anyway? Denmark looked after him, biting down his lower lip as Norway left the room and went to bathroom. Denmark was discussing with himself rather or not he should join him in the bathroom or not, but he decided not to, not wanting to piss the Norwegian off.

Once the door was closed Norway went into the shower and turned on the hot water. He felt like he had been beating a thousand of times, like he had the worst hangover ever. His stomach was annoying him, his head was hurting and he felt dizzy. So much for England’s shitty magic.

Denmark had left the room and of cause taking on some clothes, before walking into the kitchen meeting the rest of the Nordics for breakfast, or early lunch. He just smiled at them as they continued their regular conversations. Soon Norway had joined them, also fully clothed. He literally looked like shit. Norway had a more dead expression than usual, he was pale and looked like someone who could faint any minute, but he didn’t complain and Denmark didn’t say anything, thinking it was just a hangover and it was best not to annoy more as it was.

Later that day Norway had laid himself on the couch. He just wanted to relax but he had soon falling asleep. He was still feeling like shit and Denmark had noticed. He didn’t want to ask Norway what was wrong, but he got worried seeing the blond had fallen asleep on the couch. Denmark walked slowly, carefully over to the Norwegian and took the blanket over him. God he was beautiful, or at least to the Dane he was.

Denmark kissed the Norwegians forehead before he leaved the living room. He felt like he would leave Norway alone, at least until he had woken up again, so he went to his own room. Well that was all he had to himself in that house. They were often at the Nordic house, all together, instead of being apart in their country. Denmark liked being there, liked being with the others. It was better than being home all alone.

When Norway woke up he stumbled to his feet, he wasn’t sure how long he had been sleeping, but he knew he had to go to the bathroom, right now. He wasn’t walking straight, well if you could even call it walking. Norway quickly yet very insecure got to the bathroom. He kneeled down, almost falling down in front of the toilet. He couldn’t help it, his stomach was acting so weird and soon he puked.

Denmark had heard the sudden running and thought of it as nothing until it was clearly that someone was feeling sick. He got up on his feet and soon ran to the bathroom, curious about whoever it was. Denmark was soon kneeling down behind Norway. His hand gently stroking the Norwegians back and the other holding his long hair.

Soon Norway was laid back on the couch; even though he looked much better Denmark wouldn’t take any chances. Norway looked at him mimicking a ‘thank you’ before his eyes closed again. It was like all his energy had run out of him, like he couldn’t deal with it anymore. Denmark gently kissed the Norwegians forehead, before he smiled. “Tell me if you need anything okay?” The Dane said before stroking the almost white hair out of the others face.

A few hours later Norway woke up again. The first thing he saw was a smiling worried Dane sitting on the edge of the couch. “Feeling better?” he asked running his fingers through his hair. Norway nodded slightly. “Ja… I am “ he said as he looked at him. He was actually feeling better. A lot better. Norway sat up slowly. Denmark rested a hand on the other blonds lap with a slight smile. “That’s good. “ he said and smile as Norway took a hand on top of the his own.

If you could see it you would say that Norway had a slight smile planted on his face as the Dane sat next to him. Norway was glad that the Dane was that worried about it. He would probably have said that he would have reacted the same way.

Even though Norway could have complained about it, they spend the rest of the evening together, in each other’s arms on the couch. Just watching some random TV of what they just wanted to see at the time being. When Denmark looked at Norway again, he had fallen asleep, resting on the others shoulder. Denmark smiled gently and kissed the others forehead.

The next morning Norway woke up in Denmark’s bed, the so called Dane sleeping next to him. He took a hand to his head. He was feeling way better than yesterday, though a bit nausea. Norway looked at Denmark, he actually had a small smile on his lips, though he rarely showed anyone. He liked sleeping in the Dane’s bed, when they were staying at the house. It was nice, and he wouldn’t feel so alone.

Norway leaned over just to kiss the others cheek. He wanted to just have gotten up, but before he could move Denmark’s arms were wrapped around him. Denmark grumbled something before taking the Norwegian closer. Norway let out a slight sigh as he looked at Denmark. They always did this. Cuddle in the morning, and Denmark not wanting to let go of the smaller male.

They ended up like that almost every day. Denmark having arms around Norway, taking him closer once they would wake up, and maybe a kiss or two. Norway wouldn’t really call them lovers, but if you asked Denmark, Norway was his.

One day after Norway had taking his usual shower, he looked himself in the mirror. It was like something was different. He ran his hand over his stomach. It was like he had gained weight. He sighed. He hadn’t really been eating any different from usual. Norway took out his weight, to see if he it really could be true.

Norway opened his eyes and couldn’t believe what he just saw. He had been gaining weight. And a lot. Even though it wasn’t that visible he could still feel it. He sighed, oh well. He wasn’t going to tell anyone that was for sure. Norway soon had taken on all his clothes, making sure to cover up all of him. He sighed slightly, maybe he should just think about what he was eating, he hadn’t really been doing any work out lately either.

Denmark looked at the Norwegian as he came out with a jogging suit on. Denmark raised an eyebrow as the other came closer. “Where are you going Nor?” Denmark asked as Norway went for the front door. “I am just going to take a run, I mean… I need to clear my head.” Norway said gentle, trying not to worry the Dane as he left the house.

Denmark looked after him a bit confused to why he would go out running now? And without giving him a real reason to do so. Not that he thought it was a bad idea, being in shape was a good thing, but he could think of other ways to make the Norwegian get it shape.
Norway’s thoughts were on something completely else. How had to been gaining weight, and so much, so fast? He was so confused, and so not focused on running. It wasn’t like he was short breathed it was more like he was heavier than usual, and yes he was, but this wasn’t like anything he had felt before. Norway sat down on a bench, taking in a deep breath. This was all just too weird.

It was getting late and Denmark had dragged Norway to bed, even though he had told the Dane over and over that he wasn’t tired. But Denmark wouldn’t take no for an answer. Who said he wanted to sleep, anyway? Denmark tried to get Norway to do something with him that night, but Norway’s had bluntly refused him to do anything, he wasn’t even really allowed to touch him. Denmark ran his hand over the Norwegian. Norway sighed slightly, not liking the way the other touched him, but he didn’t want to push him away either.

Norway felt asleep in the other’s arms. He felt safe, and happy. He liked sleeping in the other’s arms, he liked being close to him. Even though Denmark was sometimes an asshole, but mostly a sweet guy, and a guy who cared about him. Norway liked it very much, even though he wouldn’t admit it to anyone.

Denmark took the smaller male closer, resting his hand on the others stomach. It felt different. Maybe a bit more round. First he didn’t comment it, and he could feel how Norway took in a deep breath. Denmark couldn’t see his face since Norway was lying with his back against him. Denmark slowly stroked the other’s stomach. “Say………. Have you gained a bit of weight Nor?” The Dane asked slowly, not sure if he should have asked that or not. Norway growled and hit the hand that was stroking him.

“What if I have? It’s none of your business anyway. “ Norway said trying to get the other’s arms away from him. “I didn’t mean it like that… I just meant that your stomach seemed a bit round right here.” The Dane said stroking same stomach. Norway pouted slightly, not that Denmark could see it anyway, but he didn’t answer him.

“Well….. If you don’t like it you could always train some more.. I mean it wouldn’t hurt, right?” Denmark said ever so careful, afraid of getting hit. Norway had been in a terrible bad mood lately. A bit more than the usual, and it had set Denmark’s mind to wonder if he had done anything wrong. Right now the Dane didn’t dare to ask.

Norway just sighed deeply before turning his face to him. “I got this okay? I am already working on it… “ Norway said not looking up at the other, instead he buried his face into the other’s chest. He liked this. Having someone to care for him. Norway would probably have been more worried, if it was the Dane, but no one knew that, maybe except for the Dane himself.

Another week had past, and Norway seemed to get bigger, not that it was that visible, but
visible enough for him to care. Denmark had noticed of cause, since they were sleeping in the same bed, and occasionally were naked together, yeah he had noticed. Norway was not wearing his usual shirt, no. A big sweatshirt had covered up that beautiful body of his. Denmark hasn’t said anything since that day about Norway’s weight, because Norway had said he was working on it, even though the Dane couldn’t really see that.

Norway was also eating very weird things lately. And he would ask the Dane to get things like strawberries. Not that it was odd to want strawberries, but considering the snow outside, they were pretty damn hard to get. Norway was also eating more, but not unhealthy things. Things he usually ate. And then of cause all the weird things he suddenly seemed to like eating.

Denmark just raised an eyebrow as the Norwegian stuck his finger into a small bowl of chocolate pudding. Norway had soon liked it off and once again covering his finger with the pudding. Denmark could feel how his face was slowly heating up, and so he looked down. “Don’t you need a spoon for that?” the Dane asked taking in a deep breath. Norway looked up at him as he licked the pudding off his finger.

“Why? It’s not like anyone else if going to eat this.” The Norwegian said before sticking his finger down into the cold mixture. Denmark didn’t really dare to look at him, but did it anyway, only to look up to see Norway stick his finger into his mouth and licking of the pudding. Denmark shouldn’t have done that. All the heat from his face went downwards. He sighed slightly before taking in another deep breath.

Norway wasn’t usually like this. He wouldn’t usually do anything you could call perverted in front of anyone. And… He wasn’t stupid. Norway should know that doing this in front of Denmark would have consequences, but right now, he wasn’t really thinking of anything else than eating his pudding…. With his fingers.

Denmark stood up drastically. Norway looked at him surprised while licking off yet another finger. “What is it?” the Norwegian asked. Denmark didn’t answer him. He just walked over to him and swooped him up, making the smaller one gasp and almost drop his pudding. “P-Put me down” Norway exclaimed. Denmark did still not say anything as he walked with him.

Once they were in the Dane’s bedroom he sat him down on the bed. “Wh-What’s the meaning of this?” the Norwegian asked rather startled from the whole situation. Denmark was standing in front of him and took in some short breaths. “Tell me. How can I ignore you, while you are just standing there eating pudding, with your fingers, like nothing is wrong with that?” The Dane asked looking at him, he had a serious expression on his face, one Norway hadn’t seen in a long time.

First Norway didn’t get the question. Then he looked down at his fingers and the pudding in his hand. Norway’s face soon got a pretty dark red colour. “I….. Uhmmm………… It wasn’t meant like that!” he prostrated. Denmark soon smirked at him. “Ohh no? So your intention was not to get my attention and not to make this happen?” Denmark asked opening his pants and pulled them down, showing Norway what he was talking about. Norway blushed even darker and shook his head.

“N-No… That was not my intention. “ The Norwegian said looking away. “Well… Even so, it is you, who has to be responsible for it” The Dane said and smirked. Before Norway could say anything, the Dane had pushed him backwards into the bed and crawled over him. Denmark planted a lustful kiss on the other’s lips. Denmark’s hand were soon ravishing the smaller man’s body, making him whimper ever so slightly.

Denmark took a hold of the Norwegians sweatshirt, without the other could even complain, Denmark had yanked it over his head. Norway looked away once Denmark started to run his hands down the others chest, making his quiver just a bit. Denmark’s hand were soon stroking over the Norwegian’s stomach. It was weird seeing Norway like this, but Denmark didn’t actually care, he was still his Norway.

Denmark continued to stroked over his stomach just gently, before he leaned down to kiss him once again. This time Norway wrapped his arms around the other’s neck. Suddenly Denmark flew up, having felt something, something really weird. Norway looked at the much almost terrified Dane who just looked down at him. “What is it?” the Norwegian asked almost irritated as the Dane just sat there.

“Uhhh.. Well.. Your…. Ehmm…. It… It was like something just kicked my hand!” Denmark said still in too much shock to believe it. Norway rolled his eyes, how was that even possible. “Come on, don’t play one of you stupid jokes on me now” Norway said much annoyed. Denmark shook his head a few times. “N-No… It’s not a joke. I swear I felt something” The Dane said taking in a deep breath. Soon Denmark’s hands were resting on the Norwegians stomach once more, making Norway sigh in irritation.

Soon Denmark removed his hand quickly. “Th-There, there it was again” he said almost not believing it. Norway shook his head at him. “Oh would you st--------“ before the Norwegian could finish his sentence, Denmark had taking his hand and placed it on the Norwegian’s stomach. Norway took in a deep breath as he felt it too. It was really like something was kicking at it.

“It’s… It’s like something is growing inside of you.” Denmark said also had noticed that he wasn’t really getting fat, it was only his stomach that was getting bigger. Norway waved him off, like ‘That’s not true’, but saw the expression on the Dane’s face. “You have to go to the doctor…. You know we have that special doctor, who is pretty much open for anything, when it comes to us.” Denmark said trying to smile at him. Norway looked away. “I don’t need a damn doctor… It’s nothing…” He said avoiding the others worried eyes. “Nothing? It is diffidently something. And you have to go to the doctor… I’ll even go with you if you want” The Dane said now smiling at him.

Norway took in a deep breath not wanting to agree with the Dane. And seriously not on whether or not he was going to the doctor. Norway decided to nod. He decided it couldn’t hurt getting himself looked at. “Only if you go with me” the Norwegian said with a slight sigh. Denmark smiled at him and took his hand.

“I promise” the Dane said and smiled once again, taking Norway’s hand and kissed it. “I am not leaving you until we figure out what is wrong, okay?” The Dane said with yet another smile. Norway just nodded at him, before looking down the Dane.

“Uhmmm… How about we uhmm… Take care of that first, before going anywhere?” Norway asked before his eyes looked away, and his face burning red. Denmark tilted his head, not really following him, before looking down himself. Denmark smirked slightly and once again leaned over the Norwegian. “As you wish, my sweet little Norge” The Dane said planting a very sweet kiss on the other’s lips.