Hetalia: Nordic 5 Oneshots and Imagines

Norway x Reader: Gratulerer med Dagen (LIME)

"He's cute, isn't he?" Liz pointed at a boy wearing blue overalls with her beer can. (Y/n) hummed a yes in reply. 

"He's okay. But he's no Lukas," Nora replied. She took a swig out of a wine bottle and hopped onto a statue. Blushing at her comment, the (h/c)-haired girl turned her head away from her friends. 

It was a celebratory day in Oslo, Norway; as the whole town was celebrating syttende mai. (Y/n) and her friends were Russ this year, having celebrated the past three weeks with partying, drinking, and dancing. Today, the girls were in a park, sipping drinks with other third-year students. 

"Herregud, is our (y/n) blushing?" Nora poked at the red-faced girl, who quickly shook her head. 

"I think so!" Liz giggled in delight. "So tell me (y/n), do you like Lukas?" Her face turned an additional four shades of red, enough to rival her overalls. 

"Fy faen!" The Norwegian girl exclaimed. "My best friend is in love with my brother!"  She chanted, taking another chug out of the bottle. 

"Oh my god," (Y/n) muttered, hiding her face under her grey hoodie. Nora and Liz exchanged giggles. The girl peeked out from the garment, muttering a curse. 

"I think you two would look cute together~" 

Liz gave a thumbs up at her friend's comment, cheekily grinning at (y/n). She rolled her eyes in annoyance. 

"Hold kjeft, Nora." She shrugged her shoulders and kept on drinking, unfazed by her comment. 

After a few drinks, the girls took a rest and layed on the green grass. Nora glanced over at (y/n).

"Still wanna go out with my brother?" 

"Nora..."

"He won't be available if you don't ask him now!" Liz sat up, staring at (e/c)-colored eyes. 

"Speaking of him, look who's here," Nora pointed her finger towards the gate.

The girls looked to where Nora was pointing. A black expensive looking car parked right in front of it. The doors opened, and out hopped Lukas Bondevik and his gang. A red blush covered (y/n)'s cheeks. 

"What the hell," She muttered. Lukas was wearing a tight fitting black tank top with a navy Adidas jacket covering his shoulders. Like many other seniors, he was wearing a pair of red overalls and Converse. He looked, well, pretty damn sexy. 

"He's walking towards us!" Liz whisper-screeched in excitement. 

Lukas stopped in front of the girls. (Y/n) turned her head away in embarrassment, not wanting her crush to see the blush. 

"Hallo." 

"Hei Lukas," Nora greeted with a grin.

"Mama said that you need to come home by 20:00," He spoke, as he twisted a lock of his hair. 

"Turn around, (y/n). Don't be rude to our guest," Liz scoffed. 

"Why?" She turned around, only to see Lukas playing with his hair as he conversed with his twin sister. 

"I hate you so much Liz," The Hungarian girl just shrugged her shoulders. A few minutes later, after conversing with his sister, Lukas walked off with his friends. 

"Love ya, sweetheart!" Liz screamed. Lukas turned around and rolled his eyes. The girl only grew an additional few shades of red.

"I swear to God, you don't know how much I want to kill you right now," (Y/n) seethed. Nora gave a pat on her back.