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“Will you both just stop already?” You groaned as Norway begged Iceland to call him “big brother.” Nothing unusual. This happened like 5 times a day.

“Not until lillebror(1) says the magic words.” Norway said in his usual monotone voice. Iceland’s face was red in frustration and he wouldn’t look Norway in the eyes.

“No way! I am not a child and will not call you that!” He argued.

Finland stood in the kitchen, leaning up against Sweden and watching the scene unfold. Tall, intimidating Sweden glanced down at his “wife”, then back up to the scene in the living room.

And where was Denmark at the moment? Well, he was currently drunk off his ass and locked in his room until he sobered up, by Norway of course.

“(c/n), can’t you call me big brother too?” Norway asked, looking over at you. Your face went red and you shook your head.

“Nope, no way. Not doing it. Too embarrassing.” You refused. Iceland pushed Norway off the couch and crossed his arms.

“Guð(2) Norway, can’t you just stop it for once?” Iceland asked. Norway looked at him from the floor, tilting his head in confusion. “It’s obvious that I won’t, and it’s also obvious that (c/n) won’t, so just stop!” He yelled. Ah Iceland, being a tsundere as usual.

“Oh Icey, calm down a little bit.” Finland smiled. “This is just Norway’s version of playing with you.” He said calmly. Iceland was fuming by this point.

“Well maybe I don’t want to play!” He yelled. He stood up and stomped into his room, slamming the door. You sighed and glared at Norway.

“You just love pushing his buttons don’t you?” You asked. He sat back down on the couch beside you and nodded.

“Yep. Lillebror needs a spark in his life.” He explained. “Plus, I need some entertainment too.” You rolled your eyes and looked over at Finland and Sweden, who were still watching with amused expressions. Finland more than Sweden, of course.

“Can you guys go wake Denmark up? I think he’s sober enough now.” You asked. Sweden grunted and walked off, leaving Finland to walk over and sit on the other side of you. Great, Norway on one side and Finland on the other. How could this get better?
Denmark staggered into the living and threw himself down on the couch on top of the 3 of you, laying across your laps and going to sleep. Oh, that’s how it could get better.

“Denny, you’re on top of us.” You groaned, pushing against his back with your knees. He just moaned at you and turned over. Norway then decided to flip Denmark off the couch and face first onto the floor.

“Awww Norway, did you have to do it so rudely?” Finland whined. Norway trailed his eyes around the room.

“Yes. Yes I did.” He answered. Finland didn’t say anything else, just looked towards Sweden.

“Su-san, can you help Denmark up please?” Finland asked. Sweden grunted and walked over to Denmark. Muttering something, Sweden picked Denmark up and sat him on the chair and held his head up until Denmark’s eyes fluttered back open.

“Oh, hey (c/n)! Nice to see you here again!” He smiled. You sighed.

“I live here, Denny.” You reminded him.

“Oh right, I forgot!” He leaned forward. “You’re actually really pretty, you know that?” He asked. Your face burnt red and you went to blow him off, but Iceland beat you to a response.

“STOP MESSING WITH HER!” Iceland yelled from his room.

“BUT I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING!” Denmark yelled back. Norway shook his head and his lips curved upwards just so slightly to not notice if you weren’t paying attention. But you was.

And this was a day with the Nordics. Sure, it was stressful, but at the same time, it was funny as all hell. And that’s just what you wanted.

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Description

(c/n)= country name

“Will you both just stop already?” You groaned as Norway begged Iceland to call him “big brother.” Nothing unusual. This happened like 5 times a day.

“Not until lillebror(1) says the magic words.” Norway said in his usual monotone voice. Iceland’s face was red in frustration and he wouldn’t look Norway in the eyes.

“No way! I am not a child and will not call you that!” He argued.

Finland stood in the kitchen, leaning up against Sweden and watching the scene unfold. Tall, intimidating Sweden glanced down at his “wife”, then back up to the scene in the living room.

And where was Denmark at the moment? Well, he was currently drunk off his ass and locked in his room until he sobered up, by Norway of course.

“(c/n), can’t you call me big brother too?” Norway asked, looking over at you. Your face went red and you shook your head.

“Nope, no way. Not doing it. Too embarrassing.” You refused. Iceland pushed Norway off the couch and crossed his arms.

“Guð(2) Norway, can’t you just stop it for once?” Iceland asked. Norway looked at him from the floor, tilting his head in confusion. “It’s obvious that I won’t, and it’s also obvious that (c/n) won’t, so just stop!” He yelled. Ah Iceland, being a tsundere as usual.

“Oh Icey, calm down a little bit.” Finland smiled. “This is just Norway’s version of playing with you.” He said calmly. Iceland was fuming by this point.

“Well maybe I don’t want to play!” He yelled. He stood up and stomped into his room, slamming the door. You sighed and glared at Norway.

“You just love pushing his buttons don’t you?” You asked. He sat back down on the couch beside you and nodded.

“Yep. Lillebror needs a spark in his life.” He explained. “Plus, I need some entertainment too.” You rolled your eyes and looked over at Finland and Sweden, who were still watching with amused expressions. Finland more than Sweden, of course.

“Can you guys go wake Denmark up? I think he’s sober enough now.” You asked. Sweden grunted and walked off, leaving Finland to walk over and sit on the other side of you. Great, Norway on one side and Finland on the other. How could this get better?
Denmark staggered into the living and threw himself down on the couch on top of the 3 of you, laying across your laps and going to sleep. Oh, that’s how it could get better.

“Denny, you’re on top of us.” You groaned, pushing against his back with your knees. He just moaned at you and turned over. Norway then decided to flip Denmark off the couch and face first onto the floor.

“Awww Norway, did you have to do it so rudely?” Finland whined. Norway trailed his eyes around the room.

“Yes. Yes I did.” He answered. Finland didn’t say anything else, just looked towards Sweden.

“Su-san, can you help Denmark up please?” Finland asked. Sweden grunted and walked over to Denmark. Muttering something, Sweden picked Denmark up and sat him on the chair and held his head up until Denmark’s eyes fluttered back open.

“Oh, hey (c/n)! Nice to see you here again!” He smiled. You sighed.

“I live here, Denny.” You reminded him.

“Oh right, I forgot!” He leaned forward. “You’re actually really pretty, you know that?” He asked. Your face burnt red and you went to blow him off, but Iceland beat you to a response.

“STOP MESSING WITH HER!” Iceland yelled from his room.

“BUT I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING!” Denmark yelled back. Norway shook his head and his lips curved upwards just so slightly to not notice if you weren’t paying attention. But you was.

And this was a day with the Nordics. Sure, it was stressful, but at the same time, it was funny as all hell. And that’s just what you wanted.

[s] Start over ====>
[s] Throw a fit and poop on your desk ====>
[s] Comment on the story ====>