-= Lesbian Hetalia reader inserts =-

Art class (Popular!Fem!Norway x Shy!Nerdy!reader)

Popular!fem!Norway x shy!nerdy!reader

You sat across from her in art. You've never talked to her, but whenever she talks, or you pass her in the halls, your heart does a backflip. But she probably doesn't even know your name. To her, you're just another person in her art class.

You grabbed a few paintbrushes and paint and started work on your painting again.

"Wow, that looks really good." Emillia gasped when she saw your painting. It was (favourite actor/actress), you loved their work and was planning on putting it up in your room.

"Liv, come look at this!" Emillia waved her sister over. Liv had a really small smile as she looked at your painting.

"It's really good, ______________." Liv put her hand on your shoulder. You kept a normal face but was squealing on the inside.

"Hey, you don't talk much in class." By now, Liv had taken a seat right next to you and Emillia had gone back to her desk.

"Yea. I know... I guess I'm just... a bit shy...." You mumbled.

"Oh.. Well, do you want to eat lunch with me?" Liv asked. You stuttered for a few seconds then agreed. Coincidentally, the bell rang and you and Liv walked out of the art room. Liv brought you over to were her and her friends eat. You didn't really realize there was so many of them.... They talked for a while until Liv noticed that you were staying quiet.

"So, uhh, what do you think?" Liv asked you, you hadn't really been paying attention to them, you were just imagining scenarios where you and Liv end up getting married.

"Oh, uh.... Yes." You had no idea what was going on.

"Ok. So I'll date her then." Liv said and you stood up suddenly.

"No! I mean... Uhh... Nah...." You slowly and shamefully sat back down. Liv looked at you weirdly.

"Are you ok, ___________?" Liv asked you. Before you could answer the bell rang and she hurried off to class.

You already knew you had messed up with Liv, you just prayed that she'd give you anther chance. You slowly walked to class.

When you got to class you sat down next to your best friend. You told them the story and they just made fun of you.

~~next day~~~

You sat across from her in art. You've talked to her once, and whenever she talks, or you pass her in the halls, you fill with regret and and sadness. She's probably trying to forget your name. To her, you're just another loser in her art class.