Confessions of a Nation (Hetalia fanfic)

Norway

I LOVE THAT PICTURE!!! UDGFFCYVGFFFYCDEUWFCJYIDHAHAKAJA

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The bottle ended up pointing at Norway.

He gasped slightly and gulped.

"So, ma Cherie?" France smirked, getting more interested in his game. "Any stories?"

"Of course he doesn't!" Iceland protested from his spot which was next to his brother. "He doesn't give a damn about romance nor sex!"

"Actually," Norway gulped. "I did do something."

"W-What?!" Iceland exclaimed. "B-But-"

"You don't remember, don't you?"

"R-Remember what?"

"I might as well explain it then..."

Denmark, Sweden and Finland stared at Norway, wanting to hear what something Norway and possibly Iceland did.

The Norwegian cleared his throat and took a deep breathe.

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"There was this one time I got drunk when I was alone. Denmark and the gang were gone...or so I thought. They were busy playing with the Wii U, while I watched from behind a wall. " I'll go get Norway." I heard Iceland say as he stood up and walked towards my spot, so I ran up the stairs and went in my room. I wasn't sober enough to think clearly, so I began to panic. Iceland went in my room and I pulled him in before I slammed the door. "What's wrong?!" He asked me. I told him to be quite so I pushed him against the bed...*gulp*...I didn't know what was up with me, but I kissed him on his lips. I pulled away and, I think I smirked, ran to the bathroom. I hid a slutty police outfit behind a tile, and I think I pulled it out to put it on. I came out and handcuffed Iceland to the headrest of my bed. I rolled up my shirt and tied a knot so Iceland could see my chest. *gulp*...I pulled down my pants so it exposed a really short pair of shorts. I wore pants so I could hide shorts, anyway. Iceland was starting to blush darker and darker by the minute. I found it cute, so I teased him even more. I pulled my stockings up with my teeth and smirked, but I didn't seem to care if I looked like a whore. I continued teasing him and finally reached my limit. "Fuck me, Iceland." I moaned in his ear before kissing him again. That was when Denmark barged in, ruining the moment. I freaked out and stunned him with a spell. He fell on the floor, unconscious. I turned to Iceland and stunned him with the same spell. I changed my clothes, removed the handcuffs and hid them again along with the outfit. I'm the only one who remembers. Thank God I know magic..."

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He turned to Iceland, blushing darkly. "I'm sorry, Icy..."

Denmark fainted, a waterfall of blood gushing out of his nose. "I can totes imagine that all...and its hot..." Were his last words before he fainted.

Finland stared at Norway and at Iceland and back at Norway then at Sweden.

Sweden shrugged, a tint of pink on his face.

"I'm sorry, Icy." Norway apologized, hiding his face in shame.

Iceland cupped Norway's face in his hands and kissed him softly on his lips.

All the countries gasped as well as Norway.

"I forgive you..." Iceland grumbled, flicking his brother's forehead. "Idiot."

Norway gulped and looked away, still blushing darkly.

He spun the bottle so he would forget about what had just happened.