Always With You!! [Nordics X Reader]

Chapter 21

The Nordics gotten closer to me at once after that, like spring floods from the mountains. Before, the boys and I had imagined that my old days as being a student were filled with homework and lessons. But it was long before I learned the truth that I was chosen to be 'something' for once.

I was free, I guess. Never have I ever had the feeling of my schedules being clear as water. School just left me out to dry with a boat-load of tasks. But here, I decide the stuff I would like to be doing. One day we might go swimming, another, we would climb trees. We made up games for ourselves, of racing and tumbling down the hills. We would lie down on the warm sand a say, 'Guess what I'm thinking about'.
Denmark would usually respond with, " Delicious food we had the other day "
Sweden with, " How hot it is out here? "
Finland, " How about cool Ice Cream? Or about that sauna we saw? "

They were random guesses. But of course I wanted to give them a tough one. It was obvious yet they would probably not count it. But of course, Iceland and Norway's were always the more interesting ones. Or, maybe just Norway?

Iceland rolled his eyes and sighed, " I don't care about what you're thinking about. Just quit it you guys, we'll never know. "

His remark earned a mutter from me. I dislike how he always is so pessimistic, but I find it attractive all the same way.
Beside me was Norway, concentrated into his thoughts before finally facing me and looking me straight into the eyes.

" Us. You are thinking about us. "

He said, with a small hint of excitement into his voice. But how the hell did he know? Sure Norway always has his ways. I giggled at the sentence in my head. I repeated it, Norway always has his ways. I emphasized each word of 'way' there is.

I never knew that Lukas was still staring at me before raising a brow.

" Do you really think that my name is that funny? "

And there it is.. A smile! Not really, but just a small angle has tilted up in his lips. Barely even noticeable. I smiled at the achievement I made. It was one hell of a scene though.

...maybe ever since I met them, I've come faced with a hoard of landscapes, scenes, and hot guys.
( Alright, mostly that last one )

And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of them, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull. I had known contentment before, brief snatches of time in which I pursued solitary pleasure: skipping stones, or dreaming, or sleeping in on a Saturday night. But in truth, it had been less a presence than an absence, a laying aside of dread: school was nowhere near, nor awful classmates. I was not hungry, nor tired, nor sick.

This feeling was different. I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to them. I did not have fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too chubby or thin in whichever case. I taught Sweden a few things about being human, he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.

Norway played a friend's lyre, and I watched. When it was my turn to play, my fingers tangled in the strings and his friend, Austria, despaired of me. But even if Austria offered to teach me or even get close to me, Norway halts him and states that it was fine.  I didn't care though, it was fine to do either. ' Play again ' I told him. And he played until I could barely see his fingers in the setting sun.

I did not mind anymore, I wouldn't complain if Finland could last longer in our little 'Sauna Challenge'. Though, he would feel bad even if I had lost so he makes it up by bringing me to the same Ice Cream shop for some casual talk by the garden. If Iceland would sneak glances at me after my shower, we would usually fight over it, but with him normally. Occasionally , he would purposely lose to let me win, in which I think is by far, the most sweetest thing he's ever done during our encounters, but bickering with each other is utterly a hundred percent of our conversation.