A/N: My first Hetalia story! During the course of the Vancouver Olympics, I found myself completely endeared to the Norwegian Men's Curling Team Pants. Since international sports are great for Hetalia fics. Since I like Denmark/Norway, there will be hints of that in here too.

Denmark: "Danma"
Norway: "Nora"

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia Axis Powers, but I am an avid curling fan.

Warning: Personified nations, slight yaoi, sports terminology, and amazingly cool uniforms.

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Norway sighed and glanced at his boss. With the Winter Olympics fast approaching, it was time to pick out the uniforms he and his teammates would be wearing. He followed the hockey team into the changing room and a few minutes later emerged in a large red jersey over his pads, skates clicking against the tile. He wandered out into the viewing room where the government officials in charge of the Olympic team department. He glanced out over the group and saw Denmark of all people sitting in the group.

"What are you doing here?" Norway accused pointing his stick at his friend and fellow nation.

Denmark waved with a giant grin on his face, "I heard a rumor that this year's uniform would be worth it to come check out! So I pulled a few strings to see ya Nora."

The other Nordic frowned, "I see nothing funny about a decent hockey uniform!"

The taller man's grin grew, almost to the slasher smile he tended to sport whenever his axe was in one hand and alcohol in the other. "Oh I'm not here about the hockey uniforms."

Norway shook his head and wandered back to the changing room. He removed the heavy pads, then sat down to undo the skates. He pulled on the skintight ski uniform and flushed slightly. He wondered if this was what Denmark meant by interesting. It was true that with the advent of technologic advances, uniforms in many sports had become very streamlined, and by contrast skintight. It was also true that any time Norway went out in this outfit, particularly in front of Denmark, he felt like he was going out naked. He followed the rest of the skiers out of the room, his face turned scarlet as Denmark's eyes met his. He broke away first, losing the battle instantly and allowing Denmark to eye him fully. He turned to go get changed, though Norway was quite sure he heard his fellow Nordic wolf whistle at his departure. Then came the speed skating and luge uniforms, both just as bad and earning him equal reactions from Denmark. He flushed worse every time he came out in a new uniform, despite knowing that Denmark had seen him in less.

"And lastly we have the curling uniforms," the advisor noted to the King and Denmark.

Norway emerged while Denmark let out a snicker, "what is up with those pants?!" The taller man pointed at the red, white, blue, and grey argyle plaid patterned pants adorning Norway's lower body.

The smaller Nordic glared daggers at his friend "shut up. These are the uniform you are going to bow before!"

Denmark shook his head, spiked blond hair bouncing frantically. "You're right about that, I'll be bowing, cause I don't think I can stop laughing."

Norway grit his teeth, his curl of hair twitching with fury. "Just you watch Danma. I will sweep the floor with you."

Denmark howled with laughter at the accidental curling pun his friend had made, "not if you keep the B-movie dialogue."

Norway strode briskly from the stage and changed out of the uniform. He packed up all of his new outfits and checked the practice schedule. He had curling the next morning, and he was almost positive that Denmark would be there to laugh at him again. Nora picked up his bags and departed back to his house. He set down the equipment and walked back to the bedroom. He keeled over wondering if Denmark would stop by tonight. He turned red burying his head in the pillow. His stomach growled before he could fall asleep.

The Nordic walked to the kitchen, pulled out some leftovers and reheated them in the microwave. He ate while watching some television. The show was improvised comedy and at one point he nearly snorted his mouthful of soda out his nose. He frowned, just one more thing for Denmark to tease him about. He cleaned up his dinner and put the dishes in the sink before returning to the program. Norway channel surfed for another hour before he finally stood up, shut off the TV and changed into his pajamas. He walked back into the kitchen and put the dishes in the dishwasher to clean overnight.

Back in his bedroom he looked at the uniforms and sighed. Normally he didn't mind the uniforms, but he sensed something would be different this year. Regardless of what Denmark said, he would keep fighting on and wouldn't stop until the other Nordic was groveling at his feet for forgiveness. He took out the cross beret from his hair and curled up under the covers.