Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Model!Iceland x Model!Reader: Maybe Later

"A little to the left, please! Now put your arms around her waist, Mr. Steilsson!"

The blonde wrapped his arms around the (h/c) haired girl. A smile adorned her lips, as the Icelander nuzzled his face into the girl's shoulder.

CLICK!

"Excellent! That looks splendid!" The photographer remarked. Emil met her lips into a kiss, and the shutter clicked again.

"Beautiful!"

The male then kneels on the floor, and kisses her right knuckles. Her head turns to the left, eyes closed into a peaceful state of mind.

CLICK!

"What lovely photos! These will be the star of the shoot!" The photographer beams.

"Alright everyone! 30 minute break!"

Emil smiled as he lifted himself off of the floor. A tired look quickly spread across his face, as he plopped himself into a chair. His purple irises were focused on the girl, her eyes still shut.

"It's break time (y/n)!" One of the models shouted.

"Okay!" Her voice was like a melody, with hints of tiredness and thirst. She skipped over to Emil, and pecked him on the forehead. His smile came back, returning the peck with a kiss on the cheek.

"This one was exhausting, Emil! I could take a 5-hour nap right now!" He chuckled a bit, and motioned (y/n) to sit on his lap.

"At least I get to kiss you and hug you for this shoot!" His arms were wrapped around her waist, making sure that she didn't fall off.

The photographer walked towards Emil and (y/n), a laptop in her hands.

"These turned out perfect!" A smile ever present on her red lips.

"They do look lovely, what do you think Emmy?"

"They're very nice." He nodded.

"Good!" She pranced over to the next couple.

"You know, we could continue this in our room." He whispered huskily in the girl's ear.

"Oh hush, maybe later." Her (e/c) eyes twinkled as she saw his smirk.

"Break is over! Evan and Willa, you're next!"

*2 hours later*

After a long photoshoot, the Icelander and his girlfriend walked back home to their shared apartment.

"Well (y/n)?"

A smirk covered her lips as she threw her clothes to the ground.

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This idea was better in my brain, to be honest.

Iceland belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya!

Criticism is welcomed! Evil is not!

Thanks!
:-)