#denbelg

“You looking to challenge me?” Denmark smirked and tossed her long hair over her shoulder.

“Not really, I’d rather enjoy my beer than down it in one gulp,” Belgium smiled and waved at the bartender, holding up two fingers and then pointing to the ‘specials’ board.

“You’ve had any white Belgian beer tonight?”

“Not yet,” Denmark said, licking her lips as the bartender came over with two pints for them.

“But I’m always up for trying new things.”

“As long as you can walk home on your own,” Belgium said and held his glass up, inspecting the beer before taking a sip.

“Me? Walk? On my own two feet?” Denmark snorted. “I was banking on you carrying me home!”

“You’re taller than me,” Belgium reminded her. 

“Are you saying I’m too heavy for you?” Denmark looked almost genuinely upset.

“No. I’m saying the reason I date tall women is so they can carry me. Where’s your Viking pride gone?” Belgium smiled smugly.

“Out the window along with the high heels Norway lent me earlier,” Denmark chuckled.

“You can still carry me,” Belgium hummed.

“Well I could, but what sort of gentleman are you then?”

“The one who’s pretty obsessed over tall blinde women who can carry my drunk ass home,” Belgium sighed happily.

“You’re weird,” Denmark laughed. “But you’re cute, so I’ll let it slide.” She winked at him and Belgium wondered what gods he had pleased recently to be so lucky.

“Well, drinks on me till either of us needs carrying home then,”.Belgium laughed.

“Oh, a man after my own heart,” Denmark smiled and leaned across the small table to kiss Belgium.

Short and sweet with the bitter aftertaste of beer.

Belgium grinned sheepishly as he watched Denmark down another beer as if it was water.