Norway X Reader
*Norway or any other Nations mentioned do not belong to me (Saddly)
**You don't belong to to either... you= :inconyaynorwayplz:
***Any grammer or spelling errors...I'm really sorry for....I suck at that stuffz
Leaning against the willow, I stared up at the setting sun. Smiling a little, I finished off the last of my vadka and giggled. "Been out here all day, and no such luck. Fuckin wonderful."
It's been 3 whole days since Alarik and I broke up, so I made a wish on a star that maybe I might find someone who will actually love me for me. But so far....it's been a bust. So I spent the whole day under my willow, drinking out my pain with the Vodka that Ivan gave me not to long ago. Pff, so far it was working like a charm. I felt as free as a fuckin DAISY!!
"Ya hear that Alarik?!" I yelled throwing the bottle on the ground. "I DON'T NEED YOUR ASS ANYMORE!" Snorting, I fell face first into the ground and muffled a whine. "This sucks."
"I bet it does."
I glanced up and met a pair of peirceing blue eyes. But do to me not really caring at the moment, I layed my head back down. "Go away Lukas."
"Naw, I think I'll stay here. You seem....lonely some how."
That cracked me up, rolling to my back, I smirked. "Me? Lonely? I'm having the time of my life!"
Crouching down, he placed an empty bottle on my forehead. "You're drunk and out of beer."
"Vodka." I corrected.
"What ever." Rolling his eyes, he continued. "How many did you drink anyway?"
Sitting up, I knocked his hand away and counted the bottle, losing count at 4. "Uh~"
Sighing, he stood, took my hand, and drug me down the hill to my house. I couldn't tell how he was feeling about this. For one, he barely showed any emotion what so ever and two...hell, I don't even know what was going on. But something in me warmed up to him instently. Lukas and I were never on good terms, but at some points in time, he would always show up when I really needed someone. Looking at our intwined hands, I grimanced, feeling my face heat up.
Stopping at the door, I stared up at him. Confused as to why he was really here. My drunken state slowly disappearing as I became my normal self. Well, my mind was, my body was still intoxicated and fucking contiuned to act so as I again was tugged along to the living room. Then he pushed me onto the couch.
"Get a hold of yourself (name)." For the first time in a while, his expression changed to anger. "That moron was no good for you anyway. Just because he decided to be a jackass and break up with you, doesn't mean that you should get yourself drunk like this." Placing a hand on his hip, his mood changed, this time, he smirked a evil twinkle in his eye. "I was actually thinking that we really were begining to be friends, but you dissapoint me."
Frowning, I looked down at my feet in shame. He was right, I shouldn't be letting this get to me. If anything, i should do what he does, shrug things off and go on with life. Not drink myself to death and hope that he would care.
"Thanks...." I muttered.
That's when he went back to his emotionless self. "Now that the lecture is taken care of, let's sleep."
Blinking, I glanced up at him confused. "You want to stay the night? I can pull out th-"
"No need, I'll be taking your room."
"M-my room?! Then where the hell am I suppose to sleep!!?"
Stareing down at me, he remained silent. It was like he just knew I would figure it out.
And I did. "No...NO WAY IN HELL! GET OUT!!"
"It's not like I'm going to leave you here alone. I want to make sure you don't doing anything else stupid."
"You are a closet pervert arn't you?"
"Just a friend who cares." Again he took my hand and (for realz) yanked me along the hall to my room. I fought him the whole way, but him being a guy and all...let's say I lost.... "It won't be that bad. It's not like I want to do something to you."
Groaning, I finally let him have it his way. Norway wasn't really the one to fight with, he always got what he wanted. One of the reasons we never got along. Another reason was that I was the one to flaunt my feelings and he hid them away. I only seen him angry and that emotion just a minute ago, but I craved to see more. In truth, he interested me, very much.
I wonder if he would show more emotion if I was nicer to him....or if I actually acted like MYSELF around him. One thing I learned from Britain, is to show respect to get respect. Thinking, I again looked at our hands. With a small...yet not to big, smile, I squeezed his.
"I trust you." I whispered.