One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

The Troll Hunter (Norway x Reader) [Part 2]

While making this I was on three different one-shots so.... Meh. Happy Birthday to my friend though! Belated XD

-Pumpkin

You both stayed in a small trailer home area for a day of rest then went on with your adventure on documenting or reporting about the events through the night. You watched the video you took last night to see that the troll was caught on camera and that every conversation was heard clearly.

"So... Are we going back to that troll who tried to kill us?" You spoke as you prepared your camera.

"Ja."

"Seems fun."

"Are you Christian?" You rose an eyebrow at him.

"Was that a random question?"

"No. Are you Christian?"

"Does singing in church choirs count even though I'm not Christian?" (Sorry if you are, but I'm Christian too and this question was actually from the movie itself.)

"I don't think so."

"Why did you ask me that? Do trolls feast on Christians?"

"No, not just them. Everyone." Your eyes widened. "But we can cover up their scent with troll stench."

"Troll stench?" He took out a small stainless canteen from his bag and gave it to you. You were about to open it until he stopped you.

"The stench is worse than skunk stench so I suggest you open it later when we're in open ground." You removed your hand away from the cover and placed down the canteen back in his bag.

"So..." You can't help but wonder about random things in the silence. "Are there anymore troll hunters around?"

"Yes. My brothers are troll hunters around the northern region, but I know one in Romania even though trolls occasionally pass through the southern regions."

"Are there anymore troll hunters across the world other than Europe?"

"Some colleagues in the North Americas and two in East Asia."

"What do trolls do? People can't see them right? So if a troll passes by and create destructive activities in that area, what do people see?"

"Mostly natural calamities, tornadoes are mostly seen because it would be a more logical reason since they'd just appear randomly at anytime." He stopped the car. "We're here." You looked out to see the same wooden fence. You got your camera that was stuck on a helmet and wore it.

"So it's true that trolls turn into stone when they are expose to sunlight." Hearing the he myths when you were younger, you grew curious asking him loads of questions that you wanted to be answered.

"Precisely." He handed you a studio light and a flashlight. "This'll blind the troll for a few minutes, we'll distract it for an hour." You nodded, but by the time you both got out. The troll's body landed right in front of you. Dead.

"Holy shit!" You pressed your back against the SUV. You saw a tall figure walking on the dead troll. You shivered as the figure came up close. You turned on your flashlight and shone it towards the figure. It was a tall man in a dark blue trench coat. He had intimidating blue eyes, blonde hair, wore glasses, and was holding a broad bloody sword. You sucked in the cold air from nervousness as he approached you with his bloody weapon.

"Who are you?" He spoke with suspicion when he saw your camera. "What is your business here and how did you get here?" (I don't know how to do Sweden's accent okay? It's hard for me because I w'll st'rt t'ping l'ke th's, and I find it bad.)