[FIC] Morning Routine
Title: Morning Routine
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Norway, Denmark
Word Count: 250
Warning/s: None
Summary: Denmark has a secret.
A/N: For kapptastic who infected me with this headcanon when she made me fix her cosplay wig. ♥
Denmark’s known for his handsomely disheveled hair- tousled just so, to give the impression that he’s just tumbled out of some lucky partner’s bed. The women at his office give him admiring glances as they pass and the men wonder just what product he used to achieve that look. It’s part of his look, to match the lanky figure and confident swagger.
Norway watches it all and scoffs at everyone who falls for it.
He knows better- because every morning, at some awful hour before the sun is up, he’s awoken by frantic knocking on his door. He opens the door to find Denmark with a hat shoved on his head, crouching in the dawn as if he’s trying to hide. He’s greeted with wide, pleading eyes and a “Next time, I’ll get it right by myself. Promise!” So each morning, Norway will stare and sigh and drag Denmark into his bathroom, where he spends far too long trying to untangle whatever mess the idiot has managed to make out of his hair this time.
When he’s done, Denmark gives him a sunny smile and hurries outside to do who knows what, full of enthusiasm and ready to take on the world. Norway drags himself to his kitchen and prepares a cup of industrial strength coffee. He yawns and grumbles under his breath about imbeciles who can’t do anything right on their own.
The rest of the nations think he’d be less snappish if he got a little more sleep.
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Norway, Denmark
Word Count: 250
Warning/s: None
Summary: Denmark has a secret.
A/N: For kapptastic who infected me with this headcanon when she made me fix her cosplay wig. ♥
Denmark’s known for his handsomely disheveled hair- tousled just so, to give the impression that he’s just tumbled out of some lucky partner’s bed. The women at his office give him admiring glances as they pass and the men wonder just what product he used to achieve that look. It’s part of his look, to match the lanky figure and confident swagger.
Norway watches it all and scoffs at everyone who falls for it.
He knows better- because every morning, at some awful hour before the sun is up, he’s awoken by frantic knocking on his door. He opens the door to find Denmark with a hat shoved on his head, crouching in the dawn as if he’s trying to hide. He’s greeted with wide, pleading eyes and a “Next time, I’ll get it right by myself. Promise!” So each morning, Norway will stare and sigh and drag Denmark into his bathroom, where he spends far too long trying to untangle whatever mess the idiot has managed to make out of his hair this time.
When he’s done, Denmark gives him a sunny smile and hurries outside to do who knows what, full of enthusiasm and ready to take on the world. Norway drags himself to his kitchen and prepares a cup of industrial strength coffee. He yawns and grumbles under his breath about imbeciles who can’t do anything right on their own.
The rest of the nations think he’d be less snappish if he got a little more sleep.