✐Wᴏɴ'ᴛ Yᴏᴜ Aᴅᴅ A Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴏ Mʏ Lɪғᴇ✎ ||Denmark|| »1«

[Denmark x Reader] My first contest entry to XLilyChanX's contest "Story Telling". I hope that you all enjoy my entries to her contest, and I hope she does too. Please don't forget to rate and perhaps even, review?

Created by MadHatter6993 on Friday, February 17, 2012

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||The closer you come, the more I hate you||


You sighed, tapping your pencil against the meeting table. These meetings were so long but never boring, they were annoying. Not just because of the shouting and near deaths of certain counties from others, but because of one single person who seemed to annoy you more than everyone here. The loud, drunken laugh snapped you out of your train of thought. When it only continued, you felt the pencil crack underneath your fingers. Your teeth girded together, the laughter seeming to grow louder. No, wait, it wasn’t just growing louder but it seemed to come closer.

“Hey! [Name], what‘s going on?” Oh damn you to hell! Turning around, you painfully gave the Danish man a smile. He stood before you, his arm draped across the back of your chair. He was leaning forward, getting as close to you as he could without bumping heads with you. And then he was also smiling like an idiot, but when was he not?

“Nothing much, Denmark. Why do you ask?” you managed to say without taking your pencil and jabbing it through his eyeball. Still, you kept the smile on your face and allowed him to continue.

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to the bar with me tonight?” You mentally slapped yourself. Watching Denmark try and hint to you that he wanted alone time with you, it make you want to puke on his shoes. You had nothing against the man, unless you were to count that he was just plain annoying. And that his drinking habit was so bad that he was always drunk, which had become a normal day to day type of thing.

You knew he was waiting for your reply because he continued to stand there, like an obedient puppy waiting for his master’s command. And you knew that if you said no, he would just keep up until you finally agreed to go out drinking with him. So, you did probably the least painful of your options.

“Sure Denmark, just give me a call before you come get me.” Denmark laughed, giving a fist pump before walking away. When he had finally left, you gave a frustrated sigh and proceeded to bang your head against the table before you.


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