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Denmark x Reader: Bucket List Ch. 1

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      “Lovi, that’s not the point,” Shooting your friend a sidelong glance. He only glared in response shoving another spoonful of gelato into his mouth. “Lovino Vargas, you dragged me away from my laptop,” you declare pointing your own cone rather accusingly at him, “We are going to get Antonio a present!” Marching several paces ahead of him you took to surveying the store windows.

      “But I don’t know what to get him.” Lovino whined, his accent thickening.

      “Think,” you demanded, your patience was running thin with the Italian man, “You know him better than I do; he freakin’ raised you!” You were not the best at gift giving, but you were determined to find something for the happy-go-lucky Spaniard. “The faster we get this done the sooner we get coffee,” she added as an afterthought, “my treat!”

      With renewed vigour, you and Lovino stumbled along the paved sidewalks together, walking in and out of shops. You talked of college assignments and random nonsense. The crisp February air was quite refreshing, yet your face was freezing and you cursed yourself for indulging in gelato. Just as you were about to finish your waffle cone, eyes still roaming the streets, you stopped. “Lovi, Lovi, I just saw a cute jacket for Toni!” grabbing his arm rather eagerly you guided him several paces back to the store window.

       However, the Italian was not greeted by the sight of the jacket that drew your fancy, but something of equal parts absurd and wonderful. Lovino’s face was priceless as he stared back at the blonde, wide eyed male whose nose was pressed against the glass. His cerulean, mischievous eyes sent you a wink before forcing his gaze upon Lovino, “Oh my God!” his shout muffled by the glass, “I’m hideous!”

       “Holy shit!” you were laughing struggling to chase after Lovino whose hazel eyes were twitching. You were clutching sides, not caring to hold in snorts of laughter as you watched Lovino storm up to the man. You were grateful when someone showed you to a chair and breathed out a ‘thanks’ as you tried and failed to compose yourself.

       “Oi, ___,” Lovi said tugging you back to the surface of reality, “Where’s the jacket, I want my coffee.” From what you could see the man who spooked your friend earlier was being berated by a shorter blonde male who did not look amused at all. He caught you staring and sent you another wink, not in the least bit apologetic, you felt yourself smile back. Taking several moments to further examine you noted that there something oddly familiar with him. “Ragazza,” said Lovi trying to pry your attention from the blonde man, “stop staring at the bastardo.” You ignored him and walked up to the two men, your eye brows knitting in concentration. The shorter of the two turned to give you quizzical look, but said nothing. Even he looked familiar to you. You continued to look and they let you not quite knowing what to say. Giving them each a hard look you realised where you’ve seen them and the jackets they were both wearing before.

       “You guys are the fucking mannequins,” you declared rather loudly trying to look the both of them in the eye.

       “Indeed we are,” the shorter one said with an accent you couldn’t quite discern, “I’m sorry about your friend, that bit wasn’t supposed to happen.” The taller of the two gave you sheepish smile running a hand through his spiky blonde hair.

       “It’s okay,” you said trying to find a way to phrase your next question in the least awkward way possible, “but, um, may I ask where you got those jackets?”

       The taller of the two spoke up first, “You mean these?” grabbing at his jacket trying to twist his head hoping to catch sight of the brand label. He looked like an oversized puppy trying to catch his own tail.

       The other blonde sent you a contrite look before roughly pulling at his companion’s shirt collar reading out, “J. Crew” with a rather unsurprised expression.
Your business being done with the blondes you waved to them goodbye. Rushing over to the steaming Italian you hooked his arm in yours, “You done flirting with tall, blonde and handsome, ragazza?” He questioned dryly looking back at the store.

       “I wasn’t flirting,” you defended yourself; “It was but a simple recon mission.” For some inexplicable reason a lopsided grin fell on your features. “Anyways, I know where we can find that jacket now.”

       “Whatever you say, ragazza,” Lovino said allowing you to pull him whichever way in the busy London streets.

*****

      You groaned, looking down at your history text book. The letters stopped making much sense twenty minutes ago and by now your efforts were futile. Reaching for your thermos you realised that you finished it several moments back. The library was quite loud contrary to its purpose but you suppose it was your fault sitting so close to librarian’s desk. You cursed your soreness for not allowing you to venture into the deeper sections of the building. You would’ve left but the idea of putting one foot in front of the other was quite tedious.

      Without your book, laptop, phone or DS to entertain your weary soul you looked up hoping something might distract you. Looking down the length of the table you see a couple too absorbed in their own little world, a drooling student resting his head on a textbook, and a few others who were actually studying.

      “Could you please repeat that, sir.” A shrill voice that could only belong to the librarian interrupted your thoughts.

      “Yeah, I need a book on how to read,” your eyes watching the tall man leaning against the librarian’s desk, “a friend of mine recommended the ones by Theo Saurus or the one by Dick Sean Nary.” Your muffled laughter went by ignored and unnoticed. You made sure to keep your eyes trained on your book but let your ears pick up the absurd exchange between the old lady and the guy who just made your day until he was sadly kicked out of the building.

      You walked out of the library looking around for that unmistakable head of bristly blonde hair, but alas you couldn’t find him. Descending the steps of the university library you laughed to yourself relishing in the breezy spring air.

*****

      Mathias was still looking for Hanatamago’s shampoo, still not quite sure how he got stuck with dog duty, when he heard the jingle of the front door. It was almost obnoxious and he cringed at the sound. He was hauling a bag of dog food, shampoo and conditioner tucked underneath his armpits, deciding he might as well get everything since he was already here. He was almost at the check-out counter when he caught a glimpse of the incredulous look on the clerk’s face.

      “Ma’am, I still don’t think you understand,” the employee said nervously, warily as if he expected the (h/c)-haired girl before him might pounce.

      “I’m just asking how long it will take for the birds to grow,” she said, almost sounding bored holding up a packet of bird seed, “it’s not rocket science.” Mathias watched with mirth in his eyes as the girl continued to argue with the store clerk. The girl’s body language was easy and loose, he could not see her face but he knew she was quite amused, he could hear it in her voice. “Look, the packet already says that its organic,” the employee was red-faced now, “and that it’s low on sodium and all that, but it doesn’t say how long it will take for them to grow!”

      “Ma’am, if you don’t buy anything,” said the clerk through gritted teeth, “I’m going to have ask you to leave.”

      “Then I shall bring my business elsewhere,” the girl said tossing her locks over her shoulder, “Good day to you, sir.” She walked out of the store with ease, turning around with a flourish sending Mathias an impulsive wink. His ears turned red and she smirked.
The store keeper slumped against the garish orange counter too confused t rejoice in the departure of the ‘Crazy Lady’. He looked up to see Mathias and beckoned for him forward, no longer bothering with a smile.

*****

      Again, Mathias was delegated to Hanatamago duty and was patiently waiting for their appointment. The waiting room was quite empty besides the vet’s receptionist and a sleeping man who was holding a purring cat. He quickly lost interest and occupied himself with petting the furry head in front of him marvelling at how easily it was pleased.

      The moments passed drawn out by the silence. The sleeping man was shaken from his sleep by the receptionist. Together they stumbled through the hallway, cat following behind obediently. Mathias was now truly alone with Hanatamago sleeping on his lap. He couldn’t move in fear of disturbing the pup.

      He counted twenty-six ceiling tiles before he heard the door open. It was Bird Seed Girl. Her eyes scanned the room, noticing that it was quite deserted. Mathias met her (e/c) eyes with his own startling cyan irises. A hint of recognition flashed through her eyes and she smiled. He smiled back. She took the seat next to him brushing a hand through Hanatamago’s fur.

      “You know,” Bird Seed Girl spoke up, “you seem like a dog person, but I always thought you would own a big dog, like a German-Shepherd.” Mathias smiled at this.

      “It’s my friend’s dog,” the Dane clarified, “I’m just curious, but what brings you here?” Mathias looked down to the pet-carrier that rested at the girl’s feet.

      “Well, Mr. Mannequin, if you must know,” Mathias laughed at that, “I’m here to get Brownie a check up.”

      “’Brownie’,” Mathias echoed, “how original.”

      “For the record,” Bird Seed Girl defended, “His real name is Sir Rufus Browntholemew Williamburg III.” Mathias was still grinning from ear to ear when she pulled out a velveteen rabbit. He stared at the rabbit not knowing quite what to say. “Yeah, I had this whole bit,” she explained, “I’d start cooing at the cage then I’d reach in and pull out Brownie and start fretting over it, but as no one is here to witness my genius so…”

      “I’m here,” he added, “and so is Hanatamago.”

      “You’re aware that Hanatamago means ‘flower egg’ in Japanese, right?” she said through her amusement.

      “I didn’t name him, and it’s a lot better than ‘Brownie’,” he remarked, “So why haven’t you left yet?”

      “Well, I thought I might as well keep you company,” she said stroking one of the fraying velveteen ears, “And this is the fourth time that I’ve bumped into to you, so why not?”

      “Fourth?” he asked remembering only encountering her thrice.

      “I saw your bit in the library,” she smiles.

      His ears turned red at this, but he kept her laughter as a lagniappe. Their conversation whittled away at his languor and he found that he was truly enjoying her company.
Okay, let's work out some finer details:

Disclaimer:
Hetalia or Denmark are owned and created by Hidekazu Himaruya
The plot is mine
 
That bit with U GUYS ARE THE F-ING MANNEQUINS:

so Norge and Den were pretending to be mannequins and the jacket that Den was wearing caught Reader-chan's eye which is why they looked familiar. 

-Lovi is your best friend, its platonic so this is NOT a Denmark x Reader x Romano
-I wrote this in a way Romano and Spain could be dating; honestly I don't ship them romantically but whatever floats your boat
-So this is gonna be one of three chapters, an epilogue may or may not be included
-This was inspired by something I saw on 9gag

Anyways this is my first reader insert so comments would be nice. If you want to request anything just leave a comment down under :)

Thanks
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pinkittwice54's avatar
XD priceless!! I so want to do this one of these days!! Not the book part x-x I don't think i'll survive getting kicked out of the library but the bird seed and the mannequin are defiantly tempting...