[Fanfic] Custom Concern
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nordipaloozaTitle: Custom Concern
Author/Artist: tinediserp
Prompt: Denmark, non-Nordic - Hospitality
Other characters: Starring Germany as our non-Nordic
Rating: Eh PG sure.
Content notes: WWII and Denmark and Germany. Also. Denmark is tactless, Denmark is the most tactless, and you have now been warned. He’s also TL;DR dear Lord.
Summary: You try to have a nice philosophical life lesson over coffee and what do you get? No one appreciates old nations these days.
“I’m only doin’ this ‘cause I’m hopin it’ll knock some sense into ya,” Denmark groused, and he plonked down all the shit deemed necessary for a polite round of coffee in these times - it amounted to coffee and sugar, nothing that could really give you warm fuzzy feelings, but hey - he’d grown up since the middle ages, so he could do this kind of negotiation thing with relatively new methods and over relatively new beverages. He was adaptable, after all.
And Germany himself was real polite, he had to hand it to the guy. On time and followed manners to the book and all that kind of thing people liked. Now, he’d never met Germany’s boss, not exactly, and Denmark wasn’t the kind of guy who knew much about table manners anyway (but Germany had Austria around for that), but he was still glad it was the nation himself sitting here with him, and not some human official.
Given that, even if there were Panzers and Nazis and other military-type fuckers with that strange letter sæt in the name crawling over his country, Denmark didn’t see what the problem with being hospitable was.
And Germany was being a perfectly fine guest - you know, manners and respect and that kinda thing, even if the guy had a mild case of Sverige face going on - didn’t interrupt at all as he explained why Ice wasn’t around right now and how it was pretty rude to take back his word on the whole neutrality thing.
If he was looking on the bright side, here, Germany never sent its Panzers to run over his citizens or anything. Didn’t really do too much except change its mind, come in, and say it wanted to be boss. As far as war went, and after what happened with a few of Denmark’s neighbors - that was pretty damn nice, he supposed. Again, optimism.
Denmark, the Kingdom, had done some pretty bad things over the years. Denmark, the Nation, had come to regret a few of those things, but more important than that, he’d learned a few things! And who better to teach the young’uns than the old guys?
So as it was, he could only assume it was polite to tell a guest that they had overstayed their welcome, and tell a fellow nation that this kind of war... is kind of awful. Tell them they were committing a faux paus, right? See, he learned something from the time France did this.
If he could talk to France right now, they could both tell this whippersnapper the same thing.
---
Denmark sat down coffee. Denmark sat down sugar. Denmark introduced said accompaniments to the table and never once stopped speaking.
“Coffee’s hard ta get, an’ so is sugar. Your people, ya know.”
Germany had already heard this from Austria. Endlessly. “Not only mine! Other counties, as well,” he corrected.
“A lot of ‘em are yours. Your men are all over Europe! Me, an’ Norge, an’ - “
“I know,” Germany replied, short, sharp, already tired of this. Stirred his coffee, watched the two colors mix. Germanic, weren’t they, the both of them. His leaders would say so, say they mixed, say the both of them could, ah, cooperate. He looked up at Denmark and saw otherwise. “It is necessary, according to - “
“According to leaders who’ll be dead, ya know. When it all matters.” For once, Denmark was fixing him with a hard stare, not laughing it off. Something serious.
Maybe they were more alike than he thought.
“I am - “
“Yer not.”
Germany’s coffee clanked down onto its coaster. Unless they were twins, there was absolutely no way that Denmark could have known what he was going to say!
“I am abiding by the or- “
“Yeah, yeah, yer leaders,” Denmark waved, even as he fruitlessly stirred his coffee, his coffee without sugar or cream or anything that needed to be stirred, with his other hand. Nothing needed to be stirred. He was happy with his black coffee, and someone came along to fuck it up. “Yer young. Y’don’t know - “
“I know.”
“No, ya don’t.”
“I’m - “ Germany thought of plenty of things that could follow, but he didn’t want to say most of them “ - finished here.”
Author/Artist: tinediserp
Prompt: Denmark, non-Nordic - Hospitality
Other characters: Starring Germany as our non-Nordic
Rating: Eh PG sure.
Content notes: WWII and Denmark and Germany. Also. Denmark is tactless, Denmark is the most tactless, and you have now been warned. He’s also TL;DR dear Lord.
Summary: You try to have a nice philosophical life lesson over coffee and what do you get? No one appreciates old nations these days.
“I’m only doin’ this ‘cause I’m hopin it’ll knock some sense into ya,” Denmark groused, and he plonked down all the shit deemed necessary for a polite round of coffee in these times - it amounted to coffee and sugar, nothing that could really give you warm fuzzy feelings, but hey - he’d grown up since the middle ages, so he could do this kind of negotiation thing with relatively new methods and over relatively new beverages. He was adaptable, after all.
And Germany himself was real polite, he had to hand it to the guy. On time and followed manners to the book and all that kind of thing people liked. Now, he’d never met Germany’s boss, not exactly, and Denmark wasn’t the kind of guy who knew much about table manners anyway (but Germany had Austria around for that), but he was still glad it was the nation himself sitting here with him, and not some human official.
Given that, even if there were Panzers and Nazis and other military-type fuckers with that strange letter sæt in the name crawling over his country, Denmark didn’t see what the problem with being hospitable was.
And Germany was being a perfectly fine guest - you know, manners and respect and that kinda thing, even if the guy had a mild case of Sverige face going on - didn’t interrupt at all as he explained why Ice wasn’t around right now and how it was pretty rude to take back his word on the whole neutrality thing.
If he was looking on the bright side, here, Germany never sent its Panzers to run over his citizens or anything. Didn’t really do too much except change its mind, come in, and say it wanted to be boss. As far as war went, and after what happened with a few of Denmark’s neighbors - that was pretty damn nice, he supposed. Again, optimism.
Denmark, the Kingdom, had done some pretty bad things over the years. Denmark, the Nation, had come to regret a few of those things, but more important than that, he’d learned a few things! And who better to teach the young’uns than the old guys?
So as it was, he could only assume it was polite to tell a guest that they had overstayed their welcome, and tell a fellow nation that this kind of war... is kind of awful. Tell them they were committing a faux paus, right? See, he learned something from the time France did this.
If he could talk to France right now, they could both tell this whippersnapper the same thing.
---
Denmark sat down coffee. Denmark sat down sugar. Denmark introduced said accompaniments to the table and never once stopped speaking.
“Coffee’s hard ta get, an’ so is sugar. Your people, ya know.”
Germany had already heard this from Austria. Endlessly. “Not only mine! Other counties, as well,” he corrected.
“A lot of ‘em are yours. Your men are all over Europe! Me, an’ Norge, an’ - “
“I know,” Germany replied, short, sharp, already tired of this. Stirred his coffee, watched the two colors mix. Germanic, weren’t they, the both of them. His leaders would say so, say they mixed, say the both of them could, ah, cooperate. He looked up at Denmark and saw otherwise. “It is necessary, according to - “
“According to leaders who’ll be dead, ya know. When it all matters.” For once, Denmark was fixing him with a hard stare, not laughing it off. Something serious.
Maybe they were more alike than he thought.
“I am - “
“Yer not.”
Germany’s coffee clanked down onto its coaster. Unless they were twins, there was absolutely no way that Denmark could have known what he was going to say!
“I am abiding by the or- “
“Yeah, yeah, yer leaders,” Denmark waved, even as he fruitlessly stirred his coffee, his coffee without sugar or cream or anything that needed to be stirred, with his other hand. Nothing needed to be stirred. He was happy with his black coffee, and someone came along to fuck it up. “Yer young. Y’don’t know - “
“I know.”
“No, ya don’t.”
“I’m - “ Germany thought of plenty of things that could follow, but he didn’t want to say most of them “ - finished here.”
