Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Norway x Reader: Small, Useless Questions

"Lukas?" (E/c) eyes glanced over the Norwegian's face.

"Hmm?" The two of you were peacefully lying on a hilltop, looking at clouds.

"Why are you so emotionless?"

"Because there's nothing to show."

"Oh." The (h/c) haired girl went back to looking at the clouds.

"Lukas."

"What, (y/n)?"

"Why do you make Emil call you kjære bror*?" The male smiled at that question.

"Because he is my brother."

"But why?" The girl pouted, not satisfied with the boy's response.

"I told you, he is my brother." Lukas went back to his cloud-watching.

"Oh poo. Lukas?"

"What." The blonde male was clearly annoyed with these questions.

"Do you l-l-like anyone?" The girl cursed herself for stuttering, especially in front of a person like Lukas.

"Why yes." He smirked. "She's beautiful, and glorious as well. She has a lovely smile. Her mind is sharp, and her personality is amazing."

(Y/n) lost all hope. There was no way that her crush was talking about her.

"Well, who is it?"

Lukas immediately kissed her lips. Shock spread across her face, but then happiness and relief washed over her body. He grew into the kiss, roughening it up. After 15 seconds, the young couple parted from each other, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips.

"Jeg elsker deg, (y/n). I've always loved you, ever since we met."

A smile spread across her face as she gently pecked the boy's nose.

"I love you too, Lukas."
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Translations

Kjære bror: Brother dear (Norwegian)

Jeg elsker deg: I love you (Norwegian)
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Here's Norgie!

Norway is not mine, but you are now Norge's.

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