7 Minutes In Hetalia (Hetalia Fan-Fic)

27. A Nordic Cross Barrette >Norway<

I'm sorry I haven't done this in such a long time. I was just angry about how someone else was saying Ask and you shall receive! Ve~! EXACTLY LIKE THAT on their drabble story. *sigh* I mean, I've been using that catch phrase for such a long time AND I ALWAYS SAID IT, MAKING IT UP that I'm surprised that they wouldn't think that I would see it and be like hmm, this doesn't sound exactly like what I write. *groans* I just really want to go off on this guy because their grammar isn't that well, and I am picky on my grammar. I mean REALLY, DUDE. YOU BETTER BE HAPPY I'M NICE OR ELSE I WOULD'VE GONE ALL ROMANO ON YOU.

Oh yea, this is dedicated to Allaania for suggesting Norway.

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You put your hand in the hat, searching around. Feeling a little peeved that THIS was the game you agreed on, you grabbed the first thing so that you can get this over with.

You pulled out a Nordic cross barrette from the hat.

 "Nordic cross? Who wears a- Oh, duh," you said, rolling your eyes as Norway popped up, taking the barrette from your hand.

He silently walked to the closet. He was so mysterious that way, saying little and when he does say something, it is insightful and smart. You walked in after him.

"Seven minutes," America plainly said, closing the door after you.

"So, Norway....What's up?" you asked, shifting from foot to foot.

"Iceland," he said, answering the question fully.

"Ah. Still not calling you big brother?" you asked.

"No."

"Well, maybe he-"

"But, soon, he'll call you big sister; I know it," Norway said.

"How do you know that?" you asked, suspicious.

"Because you're going to fall in love with me and marry me," Norway said, no words emphasized.

"Mhm, and how are you so sure I'd fall in love with you?" you asked, hands on your hips.

A hint of a smile showed itself across his face.

"When you knew who came in here with you, you smiled. Plus," he said, pulling you closer, "I'm hot."

You gave out a loud laugh. It was funny because it was so true!

"Yea, you are hot," you smiled, rolling your eyes.

"If I wasn't, you wouldn't let me do this," he said, kissing you on the lips.

Your eyes widened for a second, but you quickly grew into it. Moving along with him, you could feel his hand moving to pull off your shirt-

"Aw, gross! NAME and Norway are making out!" America said, opening the door.

You glared at America, releasing your kiss. Laughing a little, you rolled your eyes. Typical America. You smiled back at Norway and grabbed at his hand.

"Come on, Norway. We can't leave all of the steam in the closet from how unbelievably hot you are," you teased, pulling him to play some video games with the others.

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I'M SORRY! X.X Look! There! I'm dead! I didn't mean to make it that long of a wait, but Norway is SO HARD to write for!! NGH!! Norwegians!!! I'm so so so so sorry for making you wait such a long time! I thought it would be a week at tops TT~TT I'll try to upload a little faster, but my laptop is somewhere else, my room was painted a few days ago, and homework is piling up faster than pasta in an Italian's stomach. SOWWY!!!