Norway X Abused! Reader - Angel

3. Ice Rink

Hey guys! I'm not sure when I last posted but I might be able to post more now that I've settled—or at least also to settled—into my new school year. Though then if I get too much homework I can't post as much! Thank you for being so patient with me and a BIG thank you for all of you that commented, favourited, added stories to their collections and to the people that followed me! I never imagine I'd get 100 followers, let alone 450+

Thank you all so much! And if you read these silly notes at the beginning and end, I love you!
I haven't been able to check over errors for this, so if there are any tell me and I'll remind myself to correct it next chance I get. I just really wanted to get this out quick for you.
But anyway, enjoy!

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"Don't you think it's cute how she follows him around like that?" Said Tino, the Finnish man, sat at the couch.

"I guess.." Sighed Emil, the grumpy teen, who was also sat on the couch trying to drown out the sounds of his brothers by immersing himself in a book.

"She definitely likes Lukas more than me, she won't even talk to me." Mathias laughed.

"You drink too much, that's why." Berwald deadpanned. The four brother watched as Lukas made his way around the house doing errands; close behind him was (F/N), trailing him like a chick would follow their mother. In reality, (F/N) wasn't much different than a small chick. She was defenceless and wouldn't go anywhere without Lukas. She was still covered in a few bandages and was still incredibly shy and reserved. No one in the Nordic household knew how she'd gotten her wounds, not even Lukas. She wouldn't tell anyone, and it'd probably be a while until she would tell anyone. No one had gained her trust yet, not enough for her to tell. But what was clear was her attachment to Lukas.

The others had a plan to maybe have (F/N) open up a little. Well, by 'the others' it was really Mathias's plan. Everyone else was just left to roll along with it since no could stop the Dane from doing what he wanted; it wasn't such a bad idea anyway.

It was early afternoon and the sun was burning in the sky. Once again (F/N) had followed Lukas around the house as he did his daily routine. Just through things like helping him make breakfast, eating breakfast, cleaning the house and other daily things. She couldn't tell whether she was an annoyance or whether he didn't mind at all. She couldn't decipher much about this guy. His gaze was mostly emotionless after all.

Though the way Lukas saw it, he wasn't annoyed at all. He enjoyed her company and even though little to no words were said, it was nice. Words weren't even needed for the two of them. Plus he found it cute that (F/N) followed him around ever so shyly. He hoped someday he'd be able to gain enough of her trust to figure out the enigma that was (F/N). Why did she have scars and cuts? Why was she so shy? It was so strange but he had a need to figure this girl out, and maybe even fix her.

"Hey, lovebirds!" The all too familiar and loud voice of Mathias shouted out from nowhere. It startled (F/N) who jumped behind the unfazed Lukas, clinging to his sleeve. This girl really was frail.

"Your moronic face scared (F/N) again you stupid Dane." Lukas sent a glare to the happy Dane and Mathias, who feared for his neck to not be strangled by his own tie, toned his voice down.

"Sorry! But Nor I gotta tell you something!" He said jumping on the spot, (the Nordics had actually trusted (F/N) enough, though they never really got an exact reaction, to tell her that they were country personifications so calling each other by nicknames like 'Nor' was normal) though his phrasing suggested he wanted to talk to Lukas only. He nervously looked behind his friend to the gaze of (F/N). She was reluctant to leave Lukas's side and clung to his sleeve like a lost puppy.