2p Hetalia x Reader- Dangerous Love

2p Nordics ~ Trouble Makers ~ (Part 3)

Hello my dearies

Translations at the end as always

I have heard you all loud and clear so here you are, the long awaited...part 3!

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'AHHHHHHH NOOO!'

Egil walked in to the living room of the second players temporary residence. When they'd first come to the area they had happened to drive past a large empty building that seemed to have previously been a small block of offices. It was pretty basic but the boys had repurposed it for their own use, using all of their resources to make it fully functional again.

'YOU'RE A CHEAT, CHEATER! PETTÄJÄ![1]' Thurston grabbed the edge of the table and picked it up, lifting it over his head and throwing it across the room, poker chips and playing cards flying through the air. One of the red chips rolled its way over to Egil and stopped once it hit the toe of his shoe. He sighed, 'If that wasn't a plastic table there's no way he would have been able to do that.'

Markell and Bernard stayed seated in their plastic garden chairs that matched the table that was not intended for indoor use, as the small blonde continued to shout about his loss furiously.

'I don't understand why you're so mad, you didn't lose anything really, I just won back what you took from me last round.' Bernard stated with a smirk.

'BUT YOU CHEATED! LIAR!' Thurston persisted, waggling his index finger at the Swede in accusation.

'Well if that's what you think...' Bernard rose to his feet and grabbed Thruston by the hips.

'Bernie...' Thurston's voice was dangerously low as he froze at the man's actions, his eyes ablaze with anger.

Bernard took a hand off one of the smaller man's hips, still holding the other tight enough to leave a bruise, and unsheathed the survival knife from his back pocket and held it to Thurston's throat.

'Call me a liar again' He smiled menacingly. For a moment he imagined that he wasn't towering over an angry Finnish man with a murderous look on his face, but imagined a (h/c) girl with wide eyes and a beautiful body. He thought of holding you, running his hands all over you, what would you do in this situation?

'I'll kill you, you cheater' Thruston said again in his low and threatening voice. The two began to tousle, smashing each other into walls, Bernard lunging at Thruston with his knife still in hand, stabbing at the air, missing Thruston and his nimble reflexes time after time. A typical day to be honest.

Markel still remained in his chair, not watching but staring blankly. He returned to reality and decided he had more important things to do. He stood up and grabbed a notepad and pen from a table to the side of the room.

Once he had finished with it he tore off the piece of paper and turned to leave the room.

'How long have you been there Egil?' Markel asked seeing Egil stood scowling in the doorway.

'Long enough...what's that?' he pointed to the paper in Markel's large weathered hand. He held it up for the young man to see.

'Swe + Fin

UOM (yoU Owe Me)

€47,000

Danke[2], Markel'

Egil chuckled lightly.

'I'm putting it on the fridge, they'll see it at some point' Markel was still expressionless. Even with his violent tendencies and lack of understanding of human emotion, he was one of the smartest and deepest thinkers of the men.