Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Iceland x Reader: Shy Affections

Emil Steilsson was a man, or boy, of little emotions and few words. In a way, he was exactly like his older brother, but maybe less naggy.

He knew nothing about love, even though he had a girlfriend.

Her name was (y/n), and she was a beautiful girl, with flowing (h/c) hair, and (e/c) eyes that twinkled like the stars in the night sky.

He proposed to her, in a very simple way. A flustered "will you be my girlfriend", a quick peck on the lips, and a bright, red blush seemed to have an effect on the maiden. Other than that, he was completely clueless, in terms of love.

His eyes settled on her face, eyes glued onto the television screen. A cheesy soap opera was on, and Emil had no idea why you would watch that. He grasped one of your hands, and blushed as he brought a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Emil? What are you doing?" Ah, the voice of an angel.

"Nothing." He dropped your hand and turned his face away, blushing 50+ shades of red.

"Oh Emil." She lifted his face and gave him a sweet peck on the nose. The platinum-haired boy hesitantly wrapped his arm around her shoulder, and pecked her temple.

"Ég elska þig*, (y/n)." The small figure cuddled into his warm body and heaved a small sigh.

"I love you too, Emil."
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Translations

Ég elska þig: I love you (Icelandic)
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Hello! First fic here!

Criticism is greatly appreciated, but be nice.

Icey does not belong to me. Duh.

Thanks! :-)