Hetalia one-shots

I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend- Nyo Dennor

I head headcanon Nyo Norway's name to be Ingrid, I feel that Nyo Denmarks's name Ida is pretty accurate, so I'll keep that one. Again this is just my headcanon, so you don't have to share my opinion.

<Ingrid's POV>

I scoffed at yet another one of Ida's lame jokes. It's weird how such a pretty girl can be such a dumbass. I mean, she's smart; when it comes to building stuff like leggo starships and whatnot, but she's the dictionary definition of a bimbo. Sometimes I can't stand it, especially when she mocks me for not having a sense of humor. But since she is one of the few friends I have, I let it slide, or I least that is what I say to myself.

By now, Ida is laughing like a maniac; her loud laughs sound like dying whale noises. She slapped my shoulder as she tried to compose herself, one hand tightly grasping her stomach.

"Oh, come one, Gridy, you could have at least laughed at that one." She teased. She looked at me as she covered her mouth, a goofy smile exposed between her fingers.

I look away, "The joke wasn't that funny," I stated, "and don't call me Gridy." I said, annoyed at the old nickname.

Ida pouted like a kicked puppy, "Ay come one, why can't I see just a little smile, let loose for one. You need to improve your sense of humor." she informed.

I rolled my eyes, "For your information, Ida, I have a fine sense of humor, you on the other side, have the sense of humor of someone who belongs in a mental asylum."

Ida giggled, "No, you're just too straight-edged, loosen up a bit, don't you just want to go ape shit?" She asked.

I let out another scoff, "No, of course not, unlike you, I want to be normal; why do you want me to laugh so baddy?" I asked.

She looked offended for a moment, "Well, isn't it obvious; you never smile. The only time you smile is when you tease Petra (Nyo Iceland) into calling you, big sis." she explained. She then gasped loudly, as if she discovered the unknown secrets known to the homo sapien kind. "I know what will get a laugh out of you." She declared. She looked at me mischievously; I gulped nervously in response.

"Ida, whatever you're planning, don't," I warned a little too late.

"I guess I have to tickle the laughter out of you," she exclaimed as she tackled me to the ground, using her long fingers to tickle my spine.

"Ida, stop!" I giggled as I tried to escape her sudden attack. She continued to tickle me, a teasing smile plastered on her face. I burst out laughing and curled upon myself to try and stop her from tickling me.

"Okay, okay," I panted, "I give, you got a laugh out of me, now stop, please." I gasp.

Ida placed her hands in her lap as she folded herself forward, laughing furiously. "You have an adorable laugh!" She stated.

I blushed, "I'm not cute; do you want me to curse you? I got all my material here in my room, along with my runestones." I threatened.

"Aw, come on, Ingrid, it was a compliment." Ida wined.

I scoffed, "I'm not cute; I'm a powerful woman who is decent of powerful Vikings." I informed as I sat back in my bed.

Ida nodded and leaned forward to put her chin on her hand. "Mhm, I guess you look powerful, but you're mostly cute," She teased.

I smacked her with my pillow, "Idiot," I mumbled. Why was I so worked up over this; it was an honest compliment? Quite a few people have said it to me before. Why did I get so worked up when she said it?