[whoa yeah it's new years so obviously they should celebrate by making out passionately.
However, in order to do so, it'd be best if both occupants were actually awake for this sort of occasion. Romania himself is barely hanging in there, rubbing his eyes while he shuffles into the kitchen, stifling a yawn into his sleeve. He's barely aware that it's already past noon.
After all, a New Years Eve filled with fighting the unseen forces of the Dead can be exhausting work with only the two of them.]
Where is that gourmet coffee I got you for Christmas? [In his mind he's free to drink it as well so long as it's already been opened.
[ Norway is possibly worse off, only making it to the kitchen table before plopping down in a seat. After all, if Romania is making the coffee, there's no reason why he should be exerting himself too. ]
Almost gone. [ It's only been a week but he has his addictions. ] Check the pantry.
[ He motions vaguely to side of the kitchen where the pantry is. He sees this scene quite a lot, so his collection of coffee is placed in the center, right at easy arm's reach. The gourmet coffee, specifically, is well used in the front, with only enough for perhaps one more cup. ]
[For a moment Romania busies himself with fumbling pathetically with the pantry, pulling it open and taking out the aforementioned coffee. Opening the package, he frowns when he inspects its contents.]
There doesn't look like there will be enough. [For both of them, anyway. The sight alone makes him swell with pride, but that doesn't exactly solve their issue.] How about we mix some together?
[ This scene is not as rare as it should be. It's annoying, though, because Denmark takes up quite a bit of room, and Norway would very much like to stretch.
He doesn't let it stop him, though, and stretches his limbs so that one leg kicks out and pushes at Denmark's body, attempting to edge him off the bed. His hand finds a place against Denmark's face, and if it happens to be blocking his breathing, it's not his fault. ]
( it is a little known fact that in addition to weighing a lot, danes do not need to breathe more than once an hour. much like whales. these are natural defenses they have evolved over centuries of suffocation by their norwegian besties.
no just kidding he falls out of bed with a THUMP and sits up )
( too bad, he's already crawling back onto the bed, flopping over any limbs in the way no matter how bony they are. )
I didn't break in, I used the key. ( either one norway hid somewhere just in case, one denmark borrowed from that traitor iceland, or one norway for some ungodly reason gave to denmark once while drunk.
for my frozen king of the north ;
However, in order to do so, it'd be best if both occupants were actually awake for this sort of occasion. Romania himself is barely hanging in there, rubbing his eyes while he shuffles into the kitchen, stifling a yawn into his sleeve. He's barely aware that it's already past noon.
After all, a New Years Eve filled with fighting the unseen forces of the Dead can be exhausting work with only the two of them.]
Where is that gourmet coffee I got you for Christmas? [In his mind he's free to drink it as well so long as it's already been opened.
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Almost gone. [ It's only been a week but he has his addictions. ] Check the pantry.
[ He motions vaguely to side of the kitchen where the pantry is. He sees this scene quite a lot, so his collection of coffee is placed in the center, right at easy arm's reach. The gourmet coffee, specifically, is well used in the front, with only enough for perhaps one more cup. ]
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There doesn't look like there will be enough. [For both of them, anyway. The sight alone makes him swell with pride, but that doesn't exactly solve their issue.] How about we mix some together?
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he was not there when norway went to bed )
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He doesn't let it stop him, though, and stretches his limbs so that one leg kicks out and pushes at Denmark's body, attempting to edge him off the bed. His hand finds a place against Denmark's face, and if it happens to be blocking his breathing, it's not his fault. ]
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no just kidding he falls out of bed with a THUMP and sits up )
Nor! I had a dream I was falling off a cliff!
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Must be a prophecy.
Do that instead'a breakin' into my house next time.
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I didn't break in, I used the key. ( either one norway hid somewhere just in case, one denmark borrowed from that traitor iceland, or one norway for some ungodly reason gave to denmark once while drunk.
also he tries to snuggle up hello nor )