The Woes and Wonders of the World: Hetalia Headcanon One-Shots

Just Doing Our Part (DenNor)

(Warning: Slightly smutty)

"It's just for one hour, stupid Dane. Besides, you love the dark. Or at least, you always use it as an excuse to try to pull stuff."

"Well, yeah, but the others aren't here to prank, and you never let us have any fun in the dark when I try to start things!"

"If I let you get something going then this time, will you shut your dumb Danish mouth?"

"There are so many better ways to shut my mouth..."

"I am literally suggesting that! Ugh, du dumme hjerneløse dansker!"

And then there was a body against his back, hands around his hips, playing with the gem of his shirt, the waistband of his pants, teeth against his ear.

"Call me that again. You know I love it when you insult me with your tongue."

"I don't think it's my language that gets you all hot and bothered, dumb Dane," he muttered.

"That is why I chose to say 'tongue' instead."

"Quit focusing on mouths and tongues and bodies, this is about doing our part, Matthias."

"Oh, I'll certainly do something, Lukas, no worries about that...."

But a well-placed, none-too-gentle smack to the back of Denmark's head had him releasing Norway to rub the area as Norway crossed the room to the light switch on the wall.

"It is just one hour. Behave, we'll chip in, and then it's over quicker than we think. Can you handle that?"

"I can handle you."

Norway could barely turn around in time to assist with tossing off his shirt even as he tore off his partner's own top and was promptly pressed into the wall as their mouths find each other in an attack worthy of the former Vikings' mights. Disentangling one hand, Norway felt for the switch on the wall without losing dominance in the kiss, and – finding it – he quickly switched it off before surging forward. He didn't stop the forward push until Denmark crashed against some piece of furniture that he didn't bother to make out, falling back on it and attempting to push himself back up to continue to offense, except he was momentarily halted by the sight of Norway unbuttoning his jeans before resuming his assault by climbing onto Denmark's lap and viciously assailing his mouth with his own lips, teeth, and tongue.

Denmark hardly had the capacity to breathe, let alone launch his offensive, even as Norway released his mouth to bite down his throat and push his pants off of him as well, not relenting until they were just skin on skin. Then, he dragged his body back up the length of Denmark's until he reached his lips, and he went at them as if he were starving and this was the last feast on Earth.

When Norway finally pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting them still, Denmark could only manage to pant, "Du er en gud, Lukas", which granted him a bone-jellying smirk in reply.

"Still think we can't do anything worthwhile in the dark for an hour, Matthias?"

"Not for just one hour, no."

"Satisfied then?"

"Hardly."

And they were back at it in seconds. Denmark would never again question one of Norway's decisions.

And he got strangely enthused over Earth-saving initiatives in the future....

**Earth Hour was started in 2007 (from what I know) as a way to reduce our carbon footprint by turning off the lights for an hour.