Denmark x Ireland .:Art Trade:.

Denmark x Ireland- For Neon-Trees85

~~~Ireland’s POV~~~

I recalled the note Denmark had left on my door. He wanted me to meet him at the park. Looking at my watch, I noticed that I should have been there a while ago. Hurriedly I slipped on my favorite green and white dress and left my home.

So, I have a pretty big crush on Denmark... I’m not going to lie. But I know he has to like me too. How could someone like him resist this fabulousness?

In the back of mind, I heard my partner-in-crime El Salvador mocking me playfully. If she was with me, she’d have poked my stomach and said, laughing, nobody likes you, you drunk wench. Of course, I know she’s kidding.

Laughing to myself, I parked my car, opening the door...

~~~Denmark’s POV~~~

For the umpteenth time, I checked my watch, anxiety growing within me. I was going to tell the beautiful Anna Kirkland how I felt today. But she hadn't shown up yet. It’s been an hour since she’d gotten home...

Okay... I was watching her. I saw her get home, read the note, and walk inside. How had she felt? I couldn't tell. It’s impossible to read that girl.

But... why do I love her? That’s easy. She’s different. She stands out more than any other girl. And since I get all the ladies, of course someone special will catch my eye. And so, I decided that today is the day.

I’m going to confess my love to Ireland.

If only she’ll show up...

I sighed, checking my watch. It’s been too long. She’s not going to show up. I stood from the bench and walked back to where my car was parked. Before I could reach it, though, a car door opened in front of me...

And it smacked me square in the face.

~~~Ireland’s POV~~~

I opened my car door and heard a loud thud. Concerned, I got out and closed it, almost stepping on the Dane lying on the ground. A mixture of laughter and worry crossed my face as I bent to help him up. He smiled up at me and refused to move. Puzzled, I nudged him.

“Denmark, come on... are you alright? Get up.”

He smirked at me. “But I like it here.”

It was that moment that I realized he could see straight down my cleavage. I hit him playfully and pulled him up. I blushed a little when he pulled me into a bone-crushing bear hug. “Den... you’re choking me... I can’t breathe...”

He blinked and let me go, but held me by the shoulders and gazed into my emerald eyes. “I thought you’d never come!!” he laughed. “But of course, you couldn't resist me~” Without waiting for my answer, he picked me up bridal style and carried me over to a bench. “I have something I want to share with you.”

Bewildered, I rested my head on his chest and asked, “What is it?”

He simply shook his head and sat down, pulling me into his lap. Which, frankly, I enjoyed a lot. “I've been thinking about you a lot lately, Ireland.”

“What does that mean?” I blushed a deeper shade. Luckily he couldn't see my face, because I was in his lap.

“It means that I think I might possibly consider having some feelings for you, maybe.” the Dane rested his chin on my shoulder.

So he was going to play hard-to-get, huh? “Are you trying to be difficult, Den? Or are you just not used to actually liking women? Like and lust are very different, you know.”

I heard a sigh come from behind me. “I just don’t know how to tell you...” He swung me around with strong hands so that I faced him. “That I love you.”

I wasn't prepared for the soft, delicate kiss he placed on my lips. Like, at all. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back with an equal amount of tenderness. Denmark rested his hands on my hips and pulled away, smiling.

“I love you too, Den.”  I laughed, placing another light kiss on his lips. “I think, maybe.”

The handsome blonde man pouted, only causing me to laugh more. “Don’t mock me!” he picked me up and started walking away. “Or there will be punishment!”

“Oh, really now, Mathias? What kind of punishment?~”

“This kind, Anna.” The Nordic man scaled a tree and set me on a branch. “You can come down when you learned how to behave~” he added an evil laugh at the end of his statement and jumped down, ever so graceful.

I stared at him from my perch about sixteen feet up. “Who do you think I am? I am the magical ANNA KIRKLAND!” I stood and yelled, using black magic to teleport myself back to the ground. “How dare you doubt my skills!!” I laughed and tackled him.

~~~Denmark's POV~~~

Crap, I forgot that Ireland knew black magic. She’s like Norway, in a way. Except she’s a girl... and a lot cuter. And she’s nicer and stuff... She talks more than Norge, she drinks more than he does...

...Oh. Maybe she’s not like Norway that much after all.

My point is they both know magic, okay?? Don’t judge me. I’m beautiful.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn’t notice her tackle me until I was under her. As much as I enjoyed the view, it’s just not right for me to be on the bottom. I’m freaking Denmark. Therefore, I flipped her over with ease and pinned her down.

Oh, how I loved that blush so much. So much, in fact, I kissed her.

“Jeg elsker dig, Anna.”

“Is breá liom tú ró, Mathias.”

And with that, I picked her up and carried her home.