DenmarkXReader: The Game

You sneak up on Denmark, who was currently making himself a sandwich in the kitchen and humming lightly to himself. Iceland and Norway were hiding by the doorway, secretly peeking in on what you were going to do.

                       ~Earlier~

"Hey guys!" you called the two brothers over. When they got over to where you were they asked what was up. "What to see me pull a good prank on Den?"
"HA! I'd like to see that!"
"Yeah, sounds good. Anything to make him realize how stupid he is!" Norway scoffed. You winked, "Okay then follow me!" You dramatically gestured for them to follow you and you went on a hunt or Denmark!

You had been living in the Nordics house pretty much all your life. You started out just like America. A small little country that had been found by Finland and Sweden. They took you in and raised you to be the woman you are today! So being a part of the Nordic family, a little bit of everyone rubbed off on you, most of all, Denmark's energy.
You led the two brothers all over the house and outside looking for the Dane, but finally you found him.

(A/N Don't ask me, I don't know why you didn't check the kitchen first!)

~back to the present!~

You turned quietly to the two brothers and put your index finger to your lips, signaling for them to keep quiet and gave a wink. Then you turned around a glomped Denmark.
Denmark screamed and stumbled and almost fell when you jumped on him. But once he realized it was you, he was okay. "HEY (NAME)! What's up, cutie?" You smiled and patted Den on the head. "Hey Den! I was thinking we could play a game." You gave a smirk, knowing fully well he would never turn down that offer. "Sure! What do you wanna play kæreste (sweetheart)?" You knew he would never win this.

"Let's play…The Game!" you burst out laughing. Denmark already lost! Iceland and Norway walked out from their hiding spots and walked up to you and Denmark. "(Name), why are you laughing?" You tried to take gasps of air between laughs but it was too much.


Once you calmed down you explained to the extremely confused Nordic boys what "THE GAME" was. "Okay, so, when someone says "The Game" you lose. You lose because you aren't supposed to think of the game. Thinking about The Game constitutes a loss, which, according to the rules of The Game, must be announced each time it occurs. It is impossible to win most versions of The Game; players can only attempt to avoid losing for as long as they possibly can. And, Denmark just lost!" You crossed your arms smugly and turn to the Danish man, looking up at him with a proud smile on your face. All three of the boys looked at you, deeply confused. Iceland swayed a little in the spot where he stood, his head (along with Norge's) hurt very badly. "Uhh okay. Well I got some stuff to do." He left without a goodbye and went to his room. "Me too." Norway turned on his heal and left as well. That left just you and Denmark. "So, I lost?" Denmark was trying to sort this all out.

"Yes! You lost! HAHA!" Denmark sat down. "Okay, so when you say "The Game", it makes the person think about it. And you can't think about "The Game" so the person who thinks about "The Game" loses?" You nod. "That makes my brain hurt…" Denmark rested his head on the table and mumbled something you didn't bother to try hearing. "Awe it's okay Den." You said, rubbing his back. "You can try to win next time. Maybe." You smirked.
Denmark suddenly hopped up. "I know!" He ran off somewhere. "Where are you going?!" you shouted. You followed where Denmark went, he was in the living room, sitting on the couch with the phone on speaker so you could hear too.

"Hallo?"

"Hey Gilbert!"

"Yeah, Den?"

"THE GAME!!!!"