The fire crackled softly, mostly everyone already asleep in their tents. Denmark watched as Norway put Iceland to sleep, singing him a lullaby. Norway kissed Iceland's forehead as his eyes finally closed for the night. He looked towards Denmark, who looked away quickly, trying to hide the fact he was watching him.

Norway walked over to him, sitting down on the makeshift bench made out of a fallen tree. Denmark looked at him, giving him his (already) trademarked smirk. Norway gave him a curt nod, looking towards the fire.

"Long day, huh?" Denmark asked, placing his hands on his knees and leaning forward slightly. Norway nodded, "Yes."

Denmark looked back at him, the light from the fire lighting up his face, with a tiny grin. "Not very talkative tonight, eh?" Norway simply looked at him, before looking towards the fire again. "Don't catch yourself on fire. I won't save you." Denmark laughed, almost loud enough to wake up the camp. Norway glared, of course, Denmark ignored it, choosing to point his thumb to his chest.

"I'm the Courage Of the North, I don't think a silly little fire can take me out," He announced, grinning ear to ear. Norway rolled his eyes. "'The Courage of the North' is still able to catch fire. Regardless of any idiotic titles he's given himself."

Denmark laughed again, slinging an arm around Norway's shoulders and pulling him close, onto his lap. Norway huffed, letting Denmark pull him to him, only because he was warm. Denmark grinned, looking towards the fire that was dwindling. "I promise you I won't catch myself on fire! It'd hurt anyway."

Norway rolled his eyes, relaxing against the older nation, ignoring the way he chuckled triumphantly at that. "Of course it'd hurt. It's fire."

"Exactly!" Denmark chirped out. Norway shook his head, closing his eyes, resting his head against Denmark's chest. Denmark looked down at him, with a fond grin. Norway's hands went to his chest, gripping onto the wool fabric of Denmark's tunic loosely. Denmark wanted to punch the air with victory- Norway was cuddling with him! Well- sort of. This counted.

They stayed like that, Norway curled against Denmark. Their hearts synched, beating in unison. Once the fire died down to a low, flickering burn Denmark wrapped his arms around Norway, picking him up bridal style.

Norway made a small noise but only snuggled closer to his chest, his breathing low and steady. Denmark carried the smaller nation, carefully stepping over branches and people's hands and feet as they slept.

He reached their tent, pulling open the fabric hung in the front. He carefully leaned down, putting the sleeping nation in his arms down onto a makeshift bed. His fingers nimbly removed the Nordic Cross hair pin, a gift from when they were children, and set it down next to the bed. He moved, as quietly as he could to take off the tunic he wore, covered with dirt and blood. He tossed it haphazardly towards the corner of the tent, too dark for him to bother with where it landed. It was hell to sleep without a source of heat, body heat, during the fall of Scandinavia. It was cold and it could snow at any time, so Denmark thought, Why not spend the night with Norge? He wouldn't mind when he woke up! They always slept together when they were kids- Before Norway grew a little too old to be babied the way Denmark always wanted to dote on him.

Denmark kicked off his boots before lying down in the bed next to Norway. He reached for the thin blanket made from stiff wool and he yanked it over them. His arm draped over Norway and he pressed his chest as close as he he could to Norway's back without waking him up. Denmark closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, not minding the smell of smoke still lingering on Norway's clothes or their skin.