AN: This is super short, but I felt like writing something short and random about the butter shortages in Norway. When I found out that Denmark was not selling any butter to Norway this was all I could picture. Please let me know if you enjoy it! : )

I do not own Hetalia, Hidekazu Himaruya does. : )

It was only two weeks away from Christmas. Everyone wanted to start on their baking and cooking. Butter however was scarce, and had been becoming more so in the past few months. We, the nordic countries, had all seen a decline in milk production and it made butter and cream valuable and difficult to find.

I sat at the table with my arms crossed. Sweden, Finland, and I all were meeting with Denmark to try to work out a trade agreement. He was the only one of us with any butter.

Things were not going well though. At least for me.

"Of course we'll ship butter to you Sweden! And you too Finland. Because you're Sweden's wife." Denmark winked at a slightly blushing Finland. "I kid! It's because you're so cute!"

That only made things worse though, because now Sweden had his arm around Finland and was glaring daggers at Denmark. He was such an idiot. I wanted to hit him. But I needed his damn butter...

"As for you Norway..." He turned and looked at me with a creepy grin. This was not going well at all.

"What?" I grumbled. I knew he'd sell me butter. He was always trying to get me to fall for him, so the idiot would probably sell me more than the other two.

"No butter for you."

What?

I glared at him. Surely he was joking. He was dumb and always teased me like this.

"Whatever. How much do I get?" I sighed heavily.

"None." He just sat there staring at me with that creepy face. He was a pervert. What was he thinking about to make his face look like that?

"What?"

"You don't get any butter unless you give me a kiss."

That's what the perverted thoughts were.

"No."

"Then you don't get any butter."

I sighed again. I was getting a headache. I was sick of butter. We didn't even have any and I was sick of it. My boss would be angry with me if I didn't get any...

I stood up and walked over to Denmark. It was only a kiss. I could do that.

But the closer I got the more perverted Denmark's face looked. I eventually was standing in front of him. I could do this. It was just a kiss. If I closed my eyes I wouldn't have to look at his weird face.

I leaned forward and closed my eyes. I could hear Denmark's heavy breathing. Wait why was he breathing heavily? I opened an eye and could see Denmark with lust written all over his face.

Okay that was it. I turned around and walked out of the door.

I'd just have to see if Russia could smuggle some butter for me.