You snuggled closer to Norway while you watched your favorite show. Your big brother had been busy the last few weeks, so usually one of the Nordics would stay home while the rest went to something they called a "World Meeting." From what you heard, they were really fun! Uncle Denmark would always tell you stories about him and his "awesome" friends, which would usually end when Norway started choking Denmark with his own tie and telling him to "stop corrupting your mind." You didn't really get it, but you didn't question your brother's actions, knowing that he only did what was best for you.
Norway looked down at your serene face. From the looks of things, you'd be taking a nap soon, and he'd most likely be joining you. It had been rough the past few days for the Norwegian, and all he really wanted to do was sit down and relax with his little sister for the rest of the day. Of course, he knew the odds of that were slim, but he could at least enjoy it while it lasts.
"______! I made cookies!" Finland called from the kitchen.
"Cookies!" You shouted excitedly, snapping out of your half-asleep state, and running to the kitchen.
'Well, that didn't last long...' Norway sighed and got up to follow after you.
The minute you heard the word "cookies" you were wide awake. What did you expect? Despite being a nation, you were still a child. Besides, Finland made the best cookies ever!
"I want one! I want one!" You cheered and clung onto the Finn's leg.
"They're still in the oven, but I thought you might want to lick the spoon. You can have some after dinner, okay?" He answered and patted your head.
You pouted for a moment, realizing that there wasn't any of the baked goodies for you chow down on, but at least you got to eat the remainder of the dough. Still, you can't just yell "I baked cookies" to a 5-year-old and then not have any cookies to give them! That's just cruel. Nonetheless, you still ate the cookie dough without any complaints.
"Don't eat too much or you'll get sick." Finland told you.
"Okay!" You stopped your indulgence for a moment to answer.
Norway sighed from across the room, gaining Finland's attention.
"Oh! Hallo Norway!" The Finn smiled with the innocent/adorable look he always had.
"Ja." Norway nodded in return.
"Is something wrong?"
"Ingen, I was just trying to get _______ to take a nap..."
"Oh! S-sorry, I didn't-"
"But I don't wanna take a nap!" You whined, finishing of the last of your cookie dough.
"You did a little while ago." Norway smirked at you to which you pouted in response.
"Wha!?" Finland stuttered.
You both faced him with a confused expression. "Something wrong, Finland?"
"No, no! I'm fine!" Finland laughed awkwardly.
'Did Norway just smile a little bit? I didn't even know he could smile... Sometimes he can be as scary as Mr. Sweden! But lately he's been a lot more happy and laid back... It must be because of _____.'
"Finlaaaaaaaaaand!" You whined, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Sorry! What is it, ____?"
"When are the cookies gonna be done...?" You gave him your best puppy-dog eyes to make your point.
"Not for a few minutes, and you can't have any until after dinner."
"Those are the rules."
You look up to your elder brother in hope of him giving a different answer. Your hope was in vein however.
"No, ______. Listen to what Finland says. Now come, it's time for a nap."
"Nooo!" You yelled and ran away. Like any other child, you hated naps.
Norway and Finland both sighed at your antics. "I really just wanted to relax today..."
"I'm really sorry, Norway..."
"It's fine, it's fine. She'll tire herself out eventually."
You sprinted your way through the halls, trying to lose Norway by taking a bunch of twists and turns. You looked behind you to see if you'd accomplished such, and lo and behold, your brother was no where in sight. Either that, or he didn't even bother chasing you... Unfortunately, because you weren't paying attention, you crashed straight into Denmark.
"Whoa, where are you going, shorty?" The Dane picked you up, and you started to struggle.
"Lemme go! I don't wanna take a nap! And I'm not that short!"
"Hey, calm down," The Danish man laughed. "I'm not going to make you take a nap! And, ja, you are short! You only reach up to my knees."
You stuck your tongue out in response.
"Hey, that wasn't very nice..." He made a sad face, which quickly turned into a mischievous grin. "You know what that means don't you~?"
You gasped. You knew exactly what that meant.
"No wait-" It was too late. You were now on the ground, being tickled mercilessly by Denmark. What was worse was you were laughing to hard to do anything about it.
"St-stop!" You stuttered out between your hysterical laughter. "I c-can't breathe!"
"What do you say?" He teased.
"I'm sorry!" You couldn't take much more!
"Denmark is awesome!"
"That's right, but one more thing!"
"I l-love you Uncle Denmark!"
"Correct!" You were given mercy when he stopped his attack.
"I see you caught her." Norway appeared out of seemingly nowhere, leaning on the wall.
'So he did follow me.'
"Hey, Norge! I thought you would be sleeping or something."
"I was, but _____ has to take a nap too."
"Aw, c'mon! How about I take care of her while you relax."
"Yeah!" You agreed.
Norway looked at you, then to Denmark, and back to you. At this point you were both making your best puppy-dog faces. He sighed in contempt. "Fine. But if anything happens to her, I will personally kill you, Danmark. And, ______, if you aren't taking a nap you know you're going to fall asleep early tonight."
You both nodded in acceptance.
"Good. I'm going to sleep, so try not to make too much noise." He leaned down to kiss you on the head, and left.
Once you were sure he was out of earshot you turned to Denmark and said excitedly, "Finland's making cookies!"
"Seriously!?" If there were two people in this house that get excited over simple things, it was you and Denmark. "What are we doing here, let's go get some!"
"We can't, they're still in the oven, and he said I can't have any until after dinner..."
"Don't worry, Princess! The King will make sure that we dine on sweets tonight!" He announced, making you giggle. You love when he talks silly like that, and besides, you liked being called "Princess" rather than "Shorty."
Denmark casually strolled in the kitchen, while you hid around the corner, watching his every move. He was going to try a direct approach for his first tactic.
"Hey, Fin!" He greeted, accidentally startling the poor Finnish man who just set the cookies out to cool.
"Oh! Hei, Danmark. I didn't see you there."
"Ja, well, I smelled some of your cookies so I thought-" He reached his hand out to grab a cookie, only to have it slapped away by Finland. "Ow! Hvad fanden, Finland!? [What the hell, Finland!?]"
"I already told _______ that she couldn't have any until after dinner, so you can't have any either."
Finland gave him an uncharacteristic glare. "Because I said so."
He walked out of the kitchen and frowned at each other. One way or another, you two will get those cookies.
"Finland?" You asked, peaking your head in the kitchen.
"Hm? What's the matter?" Finland took his attention away from the food he was making to face you.
"Um, can I help you make dinner?"
"Of course you can, sweetie!" He smiled. "Just mix this, okay?"
You smiled back, pulled up a chair to the counter so you could reach, and did what Finland told you to do. All the while, Denmark was sneaking into the kitchen, slowly and silently edging his way to the plate of cookies.
"Good job, _______. Just keep doing that while I-"
He was cut off by a sneeze, and immediately spun around to see Denmark.
"Huh? Denmark, what are you doing?"
"Oh! I, uh, came for _____! I gotta show her something!"
"What is it?"
"Oh! That thing! You know what I'm talking about, right ______?"
"Yeah! That one thing!" You answered back, a bit rushed.
"Come on let's go!" Denmark grabbed you, threw you over his shoulder, and proceeded to run out of the room, leaving a confused Finnish man behind.
"Heeej, Finny!" Denmark yelled, walking into the kitchen.
"Hei, again, Denmark..." Finland jumped a bit at his outburst, but more or less kept his composure.
"Cooking dinner. Is there any reason you're here?"
"Nah, just came to get a beer and see what's goin' on."
While Denmark was keeping Finland busy, you did what Denmark did previously, and snuck over to the cookies.
"Look, I really have to- ______! Stay away from the cookies!"
"Finland, I'm dying!"
"You aren't getting any cookies."
"Holy balls! Finland! There's a flaming deer outside!" You and Denmark yelled.
"Look!" You both pushed him to the window and forced him to look.
"I don't see anything..." By the time he turned around, you were both gone. He smirked when he saw the cookies untouched.
"Wait... I thought you grabbed them!" You yelled at Denmark.
"I thought that was your job!"
"I was distracting Finland!"
"So was I!"
You both facepalmed.
Things like that went on for a while, until Sweden finally got tired of this nonsense. He went to the kitchen, grabbed two cookies, gave each of you one, and walked away. Just like that. Finland even saw him take them and didn't say anything! Talk about unfair!
You and Denmark just stared at each other and shrugged. You both got a cookie in the end, so a victory is a victory, I guess.