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Entry tags:
- ch: austria,
- ch: belarus,
- ch: belgium,
- ch: denmark,
- ch: england,
- ch: estonia,
- ch: finland,
- ch: france,
- ch: germany,
- ch: greece,
- ch: hungary,
- ch: iceland,
- ch: italy north (veneziano),
- ch: italy south (romano),
- ch: latvia,
- ch: liechtenstein,
- ch: lithuania,
- ch: netherlands,
- ch: norway,
- ch: poland,
- ch: prussia,
- ch: russia,
- ch: sealand,
- ch: spain,
- ch: sweden,
- ch: switzerland,
- ch: turkey,
- ch: ukraine,
- fan: fic
[Fic] A Deanon From the Kink Meme
Title: I Don't Care If I Lose My Mind
Author: Me.
Characters/Pairings: Denmark/Norway, the rest of Europe, mentions of Japan and America.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Singing and Denmark being oblivious.
Summary: Remember Eurovision 2009? Remember that song Norway sang about being in love with a fairytale? Did you know Denmark is known for his fairytales? Everyone else in Europe did.
Alternate Summary Straight from the Prompt: Norway meant the meaning [of his Eurovision 2009 song] to be intentional, with the rest of Europe (and the world if you want) getting the idea as soon as chorus is heard...all except Denmark himself of course.
Well, this is it. No turning back now, Norway thought as he opened his eyes, looked out into the crowd, looking for him, and started playing.
“Years ago, when I was younger
I kinda liked, a girl I knew.
She was mine, and we were sweethearts,
That was then, but then it’s true.”
Iceland figured it out right when he started fiddling. They were brothers for a reason. Sweden and Finland had been there through everything, so they picked up on it quickly, sharing secret smiles the whole time, glad one of them was finally doing something.
“I’m in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts.
‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind;
I’m already cursed!”
England figured it out next, but that wasn’t surprising either; after all, he was cursed too. Sealand was still just a child, but he had been living near the two of them for a while now. As for Hungary, well, for some reason, her mind was more attune to these kinds of things. Austria gave her funny looks when she started giggling and didn’t bother explaining why; he wouldn’t get it.
“Every day we started fighting,
Every night, we fell in love.
No one else could make me sadder,
But no one else could lift me high above.”
France, the self proclaimed country of love, was next to realize what he was trying to do. He shared a smirk with Spain, who, despite his usual cluelessness to these things when concerning himself, got it shortly afterwards. Prussia was about to ask what they were going on about when it clicked and he joined them.
“I don’t know what I was doing
When suddenly we fell apart.
Nowadays I cannot find her,
But when I do, we’ll get a brand new start.”
Romano and Italy chuckled when they figured it out, confusing Germany, who was completely lost. Romano told him that was because his head was full of potatoes. Italy took pity on him and whispered it into his ear, causing him to blush and cough awkwardly. Was this really the place for such things? But Germany, it’s more romantic this way! Stupid potato head, not even understanding that.
“I’m in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts.
‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind;
I’m already cursed.”
Estonia sort of got it at first, but it didn’t really click until later, when Latvia started nudging him and Lithuania grinned and Poland tackle-hugged him. Russia’s smile took on a less creepy edge when he finally understood, while Ukraine cheered him on and Belarus mutter something about someone finally doing something about it. Liechtenstein giggled and tried to sneak peeks at him while Switzerland asked what was going on.
“She’s a fairytale
Yeah
Even though it hurts.
‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind;
I’m already cursed.”
By this time even Switzerland and Austria had realized what he was doing. Turkey and Greece laughed about it together, actually not trying to fight each other for once. Belgium was jumping up and down excitedly while Netherlands tried to calm her down to no avail; he was pretty excited about this himself.
Norway finished up the fiddling and took a bow amidst thunderous applause, the people cheering for his song, the nations cheering for his heart.
Denmark was waiting for him when he got off the stage, all the other European nations gathered around behind him in a group.
“That was a really cool song Norway! I didn’t know you could play fiddle.”
The other nations groaned.
“That’s all you’re going to say?!” France interjected.
“What, he did a really good job! A lot better than you did.”
“I’m surrounded by idiots!”
“Romano, we’re on opposite ends of the continent…”
“Well I’m disappointed to be sharing a border with you,” Prussia stated.
“You don’t have a border…"
“Maybe Denmark just doesn’t return Norway’s feelings,” Russia suggested.
“No way,” Turkey said, “we’ve been watching them dance around each other for ages. There’s no way this isn’t mutual.
“…Am I missing something here?”
“Yes mi amigo, you’re missing something quite big.”
“Ve, does this mean they won’t get their happy ending?”
“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?”
At this time, the other Scandinavian countries and Sealand were silently laughing on the side, sans Norway himself, whose eyebrow started twitching.
“Moron,” Austria muttered, “Norway said he’s in love with a fairytale…who here is known for his fairy tales?”
The nations waited with bated breath as Denmark put two and two together to get…
“England?” More collective groaning commenced.
“Japan just texted me,” Greece said, “he and the other Asians just saw Norway’s song on the internet and they want to know if he and Denmark are together yet.”
“America just texted me as well,” England noted, looking at his phone, “he and Canada want to know the same thing.”
“Why do they, oh…” Denmark’s eyes went wide as he finally figured it out. “Oh…”
“Finally!” All of Europe shouted when Denmark turned to face Norway all smiles and happiness. They left to give them their privacy, Hungary being dragged away by Sweden.
“You thought I was in love with England?” were the first words out of Norway’s mouth.
“Yeah well…it made sense in my head…”
“I can’t believe I fell in love with an idiot,” he sighed before looking the other nation in the right in the eyes, “Why didn’t you ever…you know, tell me how you felt?”
Denmark laughed and lifted his love into a hug.
“I was just waiting for you.”
A/N: I just realized as I was going through this again, it's the first time I've written DenNor. *Tosses streamers* Banzai.
Author: Me.
Characters/Pairings: Denmark/Norway, the rest of Europe, mentions of Japan and America.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Singing and Denmark being oblivious.
Summary: Remember Eurovision 2009? Remember that song Norway sang about being in love with a fairytale? Did you know Denmark is known for his fairytales? Everyone else in Europe did.
Alternate Summary Straight from the Prompt: Norway meant the meaning [of his Eurovision 2009 song] to be intentional, with the rest of Europe (and the world if you want) getting the idea as soon as chorus is heard...all except Denmark himself of course.
Well, this is it. No turning back now, Norway thought as he opened his eyes, looked out into the crowd, looking for him, and started playing.
“Years ago, when I was younger
I kinda liked, a girl I knew.
She was mine, and we were sweethearts,
That was then, but then it’s true.”
Iceland figured it out right when he started fiddling. They were brothers for a reason. Sweden and Finland had been there through everything, so they picked up on it quickly, sharing secret smiles the whole time, glad one of them was finally doing something.
“I’m in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts.
‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind;
I’m already cursed!”
England figured it out next, but that wasn’t surprising either; after all, he was cursed too. Sealand was still just a child, but he had been living near the two of them for a while now. As for Hungary, well, for some reason, her mind was more attune to these kinds of things. Austria gave her funny looks when she started giggling and didn’t bother explaining why; he wouldn’t get it.
“Every day we started fighting,
Every night, we fell in love.
No one else could make me sadder,
But no one else could lift me high above.”
France, the self proclaimed country of love, was next to realize what he was trying to do. He shared a smirk with Spain, who, despite his usual cluelessness to these things when concerning himself, got it shortly afterwards. Prussia was about to ask what they were going on about when it clicked and he joined them.
“I don’t know what I was doing
When suddenly we fell apart.
Nowadays I cannot find her,
But when I do, we’ll get a brand new start.”
Romano and Italy chuckled when they figured it out, confusing Germany, who was completely lost. Romano told him that was because his head was full of potatoes. Italy took pity on him and whispered it into his ear, causing him to blush and cough awkwardly. Was this really the place for such things? But Germany, it’s more romantic this way! Stupid potato head, not even understanding that.
“I’m in love with a fairytale
Even though it hurts.
‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind;
I’m already cursed.”
Estonia sort of got it at first, but it didn’t really click until later, when Latvia started nudging him and Lithuania grinned and Poland tackle-hugged him. Russia’s smile took on a less creepy edge when he finally understood, while Ukraine cheered him on and Belarus mutter something about someone finally doing something about it. Liechtenstein giggled and tried to sneak peeks at him while Switzerland asked what was going on.
“She’s a fairytale
Yeah
Even though it hurts.
‘Cause I don’t care if I lose my mind;
I’m already cursed.”
By this time even Switzerland and Austria had realized what he was doing. Turkey and Greece laughed about it together, actually not trying to fight each other for once. Belgium was jumping up and down excitedly while Netherlands tried to calm her down to no avail; he was pretty excited about this himself.
Norway finished up the fiddling and took a bow amidst thunderous applause, the people cheering for his song, the nations cheering for his heart.
Denmark was waiting for him when he got off the stage, all the other European nations gathered around behind him in a group.
“That was a really cool song Norway! I didn’t know you could play fiddle.”
The other nations groaned.
“That’s all you’re going to say?!” France interjected.
“What, he did a really good job! A lot better than you did.”
“I’m surrounded by idiots!”
“Romano, we’re on opposite ends of the continent…”
“Well I’m disappointed to be sharing a border with you,” Prussia stated.
“You don’t have a border…"
“Maybe Denmark just doesn’t return Norway’s feelings,” Russia suggested.
“No way,” Turkey said, “we’ve been watching them dance around each other for ages. There’s no way this isn’t mutual.
“…Am I missing something here?”
“Yes mi amigo, you’re missing something quite big.”
“Ve, does this mean they won’t get their happy ending?”
“Can someone please tell me what’s going on?”
At this time, the other Scandinavian countries and Sealand were silently laughing on the side, sans Norway himself, whose eyebrow started twitching.
“Moron,” Austria muttered, “Norway said he’s in love with a fairytale…who here is known for his fairy tales?”
The nations waited with bated breath as Denmark put two and two together to get…
“England?” More collective groaning commenced.
“Japan just texted me,” Greece said, “he and the other Asians just saw Norway’s song on the internet and they want to know if he and Denmark are together yet.”
“America just texted me as well,” England noted, looking at his phone, “he and Canada want to know the same thing.”
“Why do they, oh…” Denmark’s eyes went wide as he finally figured it out. “Oh…”
“Finally!” All of Europe shouted when Denmark turned to face Norway all smiles and happiness. They left to give them their privacy, Hungary being dragged away by Sweden.
“You thought I was in love with England?” were the first words out of Norway’s mouth.
“Yeah well…it made sense in my head…”
“I can’t believe I fell in love with an idiot,” he sighed before looking the other nation in the right in the eyes, “Why didn’t you ever…you know, tell me how you felt?”
Denmark laughed and lifted his love into a hug.
“I was just waiting for you.”
A/N: I just realized as I was going through this again, it's the first time I've written DenNor. *Tosses streamers* Banzai.