Norway blearily opened one eye and then the other, fighting to keep them open even when the bright sunlight temporarily blinded him.
He let out a low sigh. How early was it? Very early judging by the light, the sun must have just come up. He was about to go back to sleep when a thought hit his barely awake mind.
He’d almost forgot. Today was the day.
Today was the day he’d leave Denmark’s house.
The Norwegian lay in the position he was in for what seemed like hours, thinking things through and weighing the little options he had. Eventually though, he stretched out his bare legs and arms and resolved to get up. He had to after all, he was soon to be married to Sweden to signify the start of their union…
He didn’t want to go. By God, he didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay here with Denmark and Iceland and play happy families like the oblivious fools they were. He wanted to wake up encaged in Denmark’s arms everyday. He wanted to spend the day doing everything yet doing nothing at all and the broken promise of sanctuary this had given him hurt him the most.
But of course he had no choice. He was simply a puppet, the strings being pulled by his monarch or the country in control of him. The only thing he possessed on his body was his thoughts and the lack of control on his behalf sickened him.
Norway went to sit up but was stopped when a pair of toned arms tightened around his waist more and he felt the hot air of a sigh against the back of his neck. Norway looked over his shoulder to see the still-sleeping face of Denmark, his naked body curled tightly against his Norwegian lovers. Norway let out a barely audible frustrated moan. It was so tempting to just stay here but he knew the consequences would be great.
Besides… He still had to tell the Dane and that was the part he dreaded most.
Slowly, cautiously, he moved Denmark’s arms from around his middle and sat up, wincing when a sharp pain shot through his abdomen and lower back. He disentangled his legs from Denmark’s and then moved away, barely making a sound as he slipped out from under the sheets and stood, shuddering when his bare feet hit the cold wooden floor. He searched around for clothes, a solemn expression on his face, pulling on whatever he found first and then fetching his packed bags from underneath the dresser. He adjusted his ruffles and slipped on his jacket and boots before swallowing thickly. He didn’t dare look back at the Dane for fear he would never leave and instead reached for the doorknob.
Norway froze. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Well, there went the plan of not waking up Denmark and slipping out quietly. His hand began to tremble as he glanced over his shoulder. Denmark was peering up at him, blue eyes wide and confused, hair untamed and messy and the sheets pooled at his waist.
“Where… Where are ya goin’?”
Norway forced his face to remain neutral and ignored the awful tugging at his heart as he turned around fully. “I’m leaving,” he said, fighting to keep his voice even.
The crestfallen expression that crossed the Dane’s face broke his heart. “Leaving? What? Why?”
So many questions… “I…” Norway began. “I… have to go. I’m… I’m marrying Sweden today.”
“Y… you heard me.”
Norway turned again and went to open the door, but the abrupt sound of rustling and then hands slamming the door shut cut him off. He found himself gripped by his shoulders and spun round to face Denmark. The look in his eyes terrified Norway; they burned with an angry fire, fuelled by confusion and upset.
“No,” Denmark stated firmly. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re mine not that bastard Sweden’s!”
“I’m not an object,” Norway hissed, pushing weakly against the Dane’s exposed muscles. “I need to go. We’re forming a union and-”
Before he could continue, he found himself ruthlessly shoved against the door and Denmark’s mouth latch onto his. Norway let out a squeak of surprise before pushing on Denmark’s chest, but the other male was evidently stronger and larger than him.
“Denmark…” he gasped as Denmark’s mouth left his and instead his lips attached to the Norwegian’s neck, kissing over the bite marks and bruises left from the night before. “Mathias, no!”
With that, he brought up his knee and harshly hit him in the abdomen, making the Dane let out a groan of pain and stumble back. Norway stood there panting, before he picked up his bags and opened the door again. Before he exited, he looked back at the Dane, who had his head bowed. Droplets of water fell from his cheeks and splattered against the floor, his fists clenched at his sides.
“Mathias…” Norway began.
“Go.” The sudden and harsh whisper from the Dane produced an awfully negative feeling in Norway’s chest. “Just go, Lukas.”
Norway swallowed, biting back his own tears and the strong urge to run to the Dane and hug him… But alas, he didn’t. Instead he turned back around and stepped out, but before he closed the door he stole one last look at Denmark.
“I love you,” he whispered. “So much more than you know.”
And with that he closed the door. As he walked down the corridor, a sudden mournful cry made him start, followed by the dull thud of something connecting with the walls. The loud sound of sobs filled the air, most of them sounding like a strangled alternative of Norway’s human name. It took all of Norway’s willpower to keep putting one foot in front of the other and ignore the despaired cries coming from his and Denmark’s bedroom.
However, a small voice stopped him.
He turned his head to see the small form of Iceland standing in his bedroom doorway, looking at the Norwegian with his violet eyes. “Where are you going?”
Norway dropped his bags again and kneeled in front of Iceland, wrapping his arms around his petite frame and hugging him to his chest.
“Brother?” Iceland asked again, fear evident in his voice.
Norway pulled back and looked at him, brushing a stray bang out of his eyes. “Take care of big brother Den, ok?” Norway said gently. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Where are you going?” Iceland repeated, frowning. Norway sighed and reached up, taking his cross pin out of his hair and sliding it into Emil’s own. Oh, how much Iceland looked like him…
With that, he kissed Iceland’s forehead and stood, ruffling his hair one last time. “Goodbye, Emil.”
“Brother…?” Iceland asked weakly one last time as he watched Norway stoop to pick up his bags and walk away without even a glance back. “Big brother Lukas…?”
As Norway made his way down the staircase and then finally out the door, he let the tears burn his eyes and stain his pale, frost warmed cheeks. The tears dripped down in uncontrollable streams as he made his way to the awaiting carriage. With one last look up at the house, the carriage pulled away and left for Sweden.
All memories of the house seemed to fade the farther away he got; the comforting feeling of warmth from the fire and the chilly days where they played with Iceland in the snow…
And as Lukas lost sight of the house, he knew deep in his heart that this was probably the biggest mistake of his life.
Three Hetalia Nordic and two Haikyuu Karasuno charms done! If all goes well I’ll be designing more ;)
(sorry Norway is the only one who doesn’t have anything to do with his country ;v; but he won’t be the only one later)
at this point I haven’t ordered them yet because I need feedback from you all! Tell me which ones you like and which one’s you’d be interested in buying. I know it might seem pretty frustrating with me asking this again but my dad is going to be helping me buy this first batch and he’s pretty picky investing in something he has no idea will succeed or not ;;;; I almost have everything set up to start selling so we’re almost there!!
Because I love this running gag- Grumpy pre morning coffee Norway and Finland glaring at their husbands. They both punch their husbands in the stomach when Denmark and Sweden go to hug them. All of a sudden, they're interrupted with the sound of a kitten yawn and greeted with the sight of cuddly morning Iceland with tousled bed head and squinty eyes. While their husbands continue to groan in pain, Finland and Norway shower Iceland with kisses and cuddles and hide away with him in a blanket fort.
Welcome to MT’s Get Rid of Shit Sale part 4857398457.
This is the first of many of my sales posts. I’d like to get rid of them if possible. Most of it is new or in excellent condition. Prices are in USD. Shipping is a flat rate for tracked shipping of $15 USD for US people and $11 for Canadian people unless stated otherwise. Overseas people please inquire as it will be super expensive.
1. Hetalia bundle. Two books/mooks, Japanese version of Volume 6 of the manga, a bunch of trading cards and two….large bromides (Denmark and Norway). $30 for the whole set.
Continuing with that au where the Nations are public figures. All the nations that participate (weather they make it to the finals or not) in euro vision attended the final show. And of course the nation hosting the event co-hosts with the other human hosts. Which would be pretty unfortunate for this years hosts having to deal with Sweden’s face.
ok but imagine. Romania and Norway raising Moldova and Iceland together. Moldova and Iceland become like brothers together, and Romania and Norway are vvv happy together with their little family.
That’s really cute~! Imagine Romania being like the fun one and does these crazy things with the two of them whilst Norway is more of the firmer one and is always telling Romania he’s being too careless. Romania loves to prove him wrong by showing that the kids are very safe with him- and plus Iceland and Moldova love it.