The Face as Cold as Stone {APH}

Norway's face never changes. It's just there, emotionless, uncaring, unfeeling - like Norway has shut himself off from the world, and he no longer cares. Denmark is determined to find out why. Hetalia fanfic, eventual DenNor. Hetalia does not belong to me.


14. Chapter Fourteen

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It felt like hours before he finally found a cave where they could rest - a tiny opening in the mountainside that was too low to stand in. But they didn't have to stand - Denmark had to keep Norway warm. And to do that...

Sharing body warmth was their best chance, something Denmark was more than happy to agree to. The Norwegian, however, was an entirely different case. If he woke up with Denmark snuggled against him... The strangulation didn't even bear thinking about.

Then again, if it was Denmark's throat or Norway's warmth, there wasn't really any competition.

Slipping his own black coat from his shoulders and wrapping it around his friend, Denmark pulled Norway's body close to him. Even in unconsciousness, Norway was shivering - the wind outside had been almost as freezing as the snow itself.

Trying to block out all sense of the cold, Denmark grit his teeth together and hugged Norway closer. He couldn't let his friend get too cold, even if he did wake up to find the Dane hugging him.

The wind howled outside, and Denmark felt his eyelids slowly closing, the exhaustion finally winning over.

With Norway in his arms, Denmark fell prey to the claws of sleep.


He woke to the movement in his arms.

Norge's waking up! Denmark realised, grinning in relief as the smaller nation stirred, his eyes flickering open weakly. Swallowed by joy, Denmark couldn't help but hug his friend closer - he was finally waking up! He was going to be okay!

As his eyes opened fully, Norway realised where he was. Who was hugging him.

"Denmark," he started, his voice almost... weak. There wasn't even an undertone of a threat there!

"You... You okay?" Denmark asked. Norway gave a low, irritated growl in reply. Quickly, Denmark decided it was probably time to let Norway go, pulling away - slightly. Norway was still only a few inches away, just... Not curled against him. Shivering, Denmark almost wished he'd kept his coat.

"You're shivering," Norway observed quietly - too quietly. "Take your coat back. I don't need it."

Denmark shook his head, forcing another grin.

"Yeah, you do. I'm not that cold."

Regardless, Norway weakly tugged it from his body, pushing it weakly back towards Denmark.

"I can tell when you lie."

Sighing, Denmark reluctantly accepted his coat back, throwing it over his shoulders and pulling it tightly around his body like a blanket.

"Why did you even give it to me?"

Because I love you, Denmark wanted to say. Because you mean more to me than anybody else in this world. Because I value your life above my own.

"Because you were cold," he said. Not a lie; just not the whole truth. Norway closed his eyes in fatigue, letting out a small sigh.


There it was again!

"What's wrong with you? You just thanked me - again!" Denmark growled.

Norway shook his head slightly. "Can I not thank my friend once in a while?"

Gritting his teeth, Denmark clenched his fists. "It's not like you! You never thank anybody! You never show emotion - not for decades! And now..." Denmark could feel the tears forming in his eyes.

"Why does it matter to you?"

By now, Norway should have strangled him for daring to hug him, Norway should have told him never to do it again, Norway should not have thanked him.

Sure, it made his heart leap whenever the Norwegian said it, but it made him worry. Norway shivered again, his breath a cloud of steam when he exhaled. His face was paler than usual, and he looked too fragile. Denmark hated seeing him like that.

Impulsively, he reached out again, pulling Norway back into his arms in one quick movement.

Norway froze, his body stiffening as Denmark clasped the Norwegian to his chest.

"Because you look almost hurt. You're cold, and exhausted, and you're scared about Iceland. I... I can't see you looking like that!"

Norway didn't answer as Denmark buried his head in the smaller nation's shoulder. Biting his tongue, the Dane realised that maybe, he shouldn't have done that, or said what he'd said. Be brave, he told himself. You've come this far, you may as well tell him everything now.

Taking a deep breath, Denmark reached into his pocket, producing the tiny box, wrapped perfectly in the style of the Norwegian flag. The watch.

It was now or nothing.

Pulling back slightly, Denmark handed Norway the box.




That chapter okay? :/

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