But after a few days of doing this, the others became suspicious, because after all, a quiet house means that there is no Denmark. And no Denmark meant that... it meant that he was up to something.
"Sweden!"
Sweden glanced upward, not even realizing that he had been mentally blocking what the others were saying.
"Mhh?"
"You know where he is, don't you?" Norway had his arms crossed and his foot was tapping impatiently. When he ever became such a diva, Sweden hadn't the slightest. But instead of worrying about, Sweden simply nodded his head his head one time in response.
"Well?"
"He's with th'Germans." Sweden blinked once and went back to looking through his paperwork, only to hear a loud thud hitting against the door.
The other nations as well as Sweden all looked up in unison.
The front door to the house swung open and who else other than Denmark himself came bounding inside. He was wearing a rather large overstated grin, his hair was wet and flopped over in front of his face. His shoes were quite muddy and so were the ends of his pants. He didn't hesitate to pull his shoes off and begin humming a song to himself, not at all noticing the eight eyes staring at him in confusion.
It wasn't until he bent over and began to roll up the leg of his jeans did he realize that there was definitely a kind of weighty tension settling in the room. He stopped his humming for a second and glanced upward, his head lolling to his left shoulder in confusion.
"You look like you're in love!" Finland exclaimed as Denmark moved over to the group, "W-who's the lucky someone?"
Denmark chuckled.
"I'm not in love!" He then plopped onto the couch, only to be shoved down onto the carpet, because he was wet and muddy, and Sweden couldn't exactly say he was fond of that part, especially on his nice furniture. Denmark immediately bounced up from the ground, and Sweden simply rolled his eyes as the other continued to grin.
"What have you been doing then?" This time it was Iceland's turn to speak, as he was obviously quite curious of the Dane's whereabouts as well.
"Today I went out with Prussia and Germany! We went hiking!" Denmark moved behind the sofa to where Finland, Iceland, and Norway were standing, and smiled hopefully.
"In the rain?" Norway raised his eyebrow, and slunk over to Denmark, tugging lightly at the end of his shirt, "That sounds absolutely ridiculous." He picked a stray leaf off of Denmark's shirt and looked it over, grimacing slightly before he crumpled it in his fists.
"It wasn't raining at first..." Denmark shrugged, "But Germany got really mad when me and Prussia ran away!"
"When Prussia and I." Norway corrected, his thin lips tightening slightly, "...Are you going out tomorrow?"
"Well they kind of invited me to go drinking, but it was going to be later in the day, so if you wanted to do something Nor, I'm totally up for it, but it has to be before 5PM." Denmark smiled at Norway rather pitifully, noticing the angered look playing in his eyes. Sweden just scoffed, knowing exactly what the Norwegian's train of thought was.
"No that's okay Denmark. You just go have your fun. I'll be fine with my book." Norway threw his head back and left the room indignantly, but before he reached the end of the hall, he looked back and huffed loudly, "Sweden. Can I speak with you? In private?"
Sweden had already gone back to looking at his notebook before he sighed and slipped to his feet, patting the confused Denmark's shoulders as he passed. Denmark flashed Finland a look of confusion as he did so, followed a by small shrug.
Sweden made his way down the hallway after Norway, and once the other turned into the guest room doorway, he followed right after him and plopped onto the bed, setting his paperwork beside him, staring up at Norway with his hands folded.
"What does that even mean?" Norway's usual stoic face seemed to be twisted with emotion as he paced the room back and forth, "I don't make time for Denmark. He makes time for me." Sweden noticed that the leaf that was balled up in his fist was now on the ground.
Re: Nordics- Norwegian Storm [Pt. 1(b)- ??]
"Sweden!"
Sweden glanced upward, not even realizing that he had been mentally blocking what the others were saying.
"Mhh?"
"You know where he is, don't you?" Norway had his arms crossed and his foot was tapping impatiently. When he ever became such a diva, Sweden hadn't the slightest. But instead of worrying about, Sweden simply nodded his head his head one time in response.
"Well?"
"He's with th'Germans." Sweden blinked once and went back to looking through his paperwork, only to hear a loud thud hitting against the door.
The other nations as well as Sweden all looked up in unison.
The front door to the house swung open and who else other than Denmark himself came bounding inside. He was wearing a rather large overstated grin, his hair was wet and flopped over in front of his face. His shoes were quite muddy and so were the ends of his pants. He didn't hesitate to pull his shoes off and begin humming a song to himself, not at all noticing the eight eyes staring at him in confusion.
It wasn't until he bent over and began to roll up the leg of his jeans did he realize that there was definitely a kind of weighty tension settling in the room. He stopped his humming for a second and glanced upward, his head lolling to his left shoulder in confusion.
"You look like you're in love!" Finland exclaimed as Denmark moved over to the group, "W-who's the lucky someone?"
Denmark chuckled.
"I'm not in love!" He then plopped onto the couch, only to be shoved down onto the carpet, because he was wet and muddy, and Sweden couldn't exactly say he was fond of that part, especially on his nice furniture. Denmark immediately bounced up from the ground, and Sweden simply rolled his eyes as the other continued to grin.
"What have you been doing then?" This time it was Iceland's turn to speak, as he was obviously quite curious of the Dane's whereabouts as well.
"Today I went out with Prussia and Germany! We went hiking!" Denmark moved behind the sofa to where Finland, Iceland, and Norway were standing, and smiled hopefully.
"In the rain?" Norway raised his eyebrow, and slunk over to Denmark, tugging lightly at the end of his shirt, "That sounds absolutely ridiculous." He picked a stray leaf off of Denmark's shirt and looked it over, grimacing slightly before he crumpled it in his fists.
"It wasn't raining at first..." Denmark shrugged, "But Germany got really mad when me and Prussia ran away!"
"When Prussia and I." Norway corrected, his thin lips tightening slightly, "...Are you going out tomorrow?"
"Well they kind of invited me to go drinking, but it was going to be later in the day, so if you wanted to do something Nor, I'm totally up for it, but it has to be before 5PM." Denmark smiled at Norway rather pitifully, noticing the angered look playing in his eyes. Sweden just scoffed, knowing exactly what the Norwegian's train of thought was.
"No that's okay Denmark. You just go have your fun. I'll be fine with my book." Norway threw his head back and left the room indignantly, but before he reached the end of the hall, he looked back and huffed loudly, "Sweden. Can I speak with you? In private?"
Sweden had already gone back to looking at his notebook before he sighed and slipped to his feet, patting the confused Denmark's shoulders as he passed. Denmark flashed Finland a look of confusion as he did so, followed a by small shrug.
Sweden made his way down the hallway after Norway, and once the other turned into the guest room doorway, he followed right after him and plopped onto the bed, setting his paperwork beside him, staring up at Norway with his hands folded.
"What does that even mean?" Norway's usual stoic face seemed to be twisted with emotion as he paced the room back and forth, "I don't make time for Denmark. He makes time for me." Sweden noticed that the leaf that was balled up in his fist was now on the ground.
Sweden blinked sleepily and nodded his head.