Chapter 3: Just a Laugh

(THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS (some) FLUFF YOU NO LIKE THEN YOU NO READ)

(AN/:O- Personally I'm not a big fan of fluff, I don't read, and I don't roleplay it, but it's okay if I'm writing the fanfiction XDD)

Hetalia-Axis Powers! – A Laughing Experience

Pairing: DenNor

Summary: Norway isn't a smiling type. Denmark was not entertained. Who knew he would find Norway's pet peeve.

/TICKLE FIC/\\\

Rated T for some yaoi, swearing, and a seke Norway.

(AN2/:O Nothing much to say, but thanks for the others requests and look forward for a story with Viking!Troll!Norway.

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I just love Norway.

Norway's breathless laughter fills the residence as he squirms around on the ground. "Stop!" He snaps and lifts up his leg quickly.

Denmark's breath gets cut off and his falls off Norway, holding his crotch. "A-ah ouwch!"

Norway stands and fixes his own tie as if nothing's happened. "I told you to stop," he says, a bit peeved still, and his blank look into a small blank glare at his fellow boyfriend~.

"You don't kick people's crotch though," Denmark whines, waiting on the ground for the pain to dull out.

"Then stop tickling me," Norway calmly replies back and Denmark just stuck out his tongue stubbornly. "Get out of my house. One day is enough. Another day more and I will have to use force."

This caused the taller blonde to burst into laughter. "F-force?" he gauffs, shaking with the mocking laughter and pointing at the shorter one, whose face starts to tinge a slight pink.

With irritation.

"Yes. Force. Get out please," he repeats, trying to sound polite about it. "Get out of my damn house."

"Or what? What can you possibly do, Norge?" Denmark grins, looking up at him, childishly smile and expecting nothing,

Norway huffs and walks off the other direction, hating to admit he had no physical strength to move this brute.

Denmark jumps up and runs over to Norway, "Can we eat out tonight? And watch a movie?"

Norway looks up at him blankly, but he would never admit his heart skipped a beat. But nonetheless: "No,"

Denmark's face fell. "No? Yes? You have to say yes!" He laughs, picking up Norway and twirling him around.

By instinct he clings to Denmark and bites his lips. "Stop it, idiot," he mutters, and starts to pulls on the taller one's hair, to get him to quit. "Stop it."

"Can we at least order a pizza? We don't have to go out! And we can rent a movie! I won't stop until you say yes!"

Norway considered the thought. One night wouldn't kill him. And if he could get him to leave after the amateur date.

"Ja,"

Denmark grins. "Wear a dress to,"

He got rewarded with a smack on the head.

Norway looks up at Denmark, who was holding a fresh pizza box, some beer (not that Norway drank any) and holding a couple of old fashioned movies.

"How did you get all that?"

"I snuck out while you were in the study! And you didn't even notice," Laughed Denmark, before setting the pizza and beer pack down. "Turn off the lights, this'll be fun."

"The lights stay on," Norway states, and he sits next to him on the couch, and looked through the movies. "…. Dracula?" He questions. "Frankenstein? Huh…"

Denmark nods enthusiastically. "Yeah, they looked cheesy, and you like cheesy things so I figured, why not?"

Norway ignores that comment and just nods. "You pick. I don't care," he says blankly, but realized he was just talking to air, as he saw Denmark already putting in a movie.

"I hope you don't mind zombies!" he laughs and turns off the lights, sitting next to him again and grabbing a slice of pizza.

Norway had his face turned away from the television, to avoid the zombies tearing at flesh and insides. He decided he did mind zombies. And that he hated them. He hears the sound of arm disconnecting from shoulder and he cringes, and he gets a look from Denmark.

"Are you okay?"

Norway nods, looking at him blankly. "Zombies is just what I like to see," he murmurs, only to get a kiss from Denmark on the forehead.

"I would kill any zombie that comes for you," grins Denmark heroically, only to get smacked.

"Zombies aren't real. Idiot," he says, and he kisses him lightly.

Wrapping him in his arms, Denmark kisses Norway back eagerly, deeper, and teasingly, and Norway pulls back a bit. "You…. Taste like beer," Norway states, flustered.

"Oh yeah," Denmark grins, holding up a bottle. "Do you want some?"

"How many did you drink?"

"Just three! That's not bad!"

He gets rewarded with another smack.

(AN3/:O *UPCOMING STORIES*

Viking!Troll!Norway

Zombie Apocalpse- main ` Poland

Fem!- In the middle of a meeting, Germany in turned into a girl.

Tickle!Fics- Two have been requested and I shall do it after I finish with Viking! Norge