It's October 30,the day before Halloween. You were currently costume shopping with Finland,your country. Yes,you're Finland's capital;Helsinki.
"So,(M/N)! What are you going to be for Halloween?" The Finnish man asked as he looked through the racks of clothes. (M/N) shrugged and sucked on a sucker as he waited for Tino to pick one so that they could go home.
"I don't think I'm going to dress up." Tino turned around and grabbed his shoulders,surprising the younger male.
"What? Why? We're going to go to a party at Mr.America's house! You have to dress up~" The blonde chirped in his Finnish accent,smiling that sweet smile that he always seemed to wear. Helsinki just shrugged his shoulders again.
"I don't know. I was thinking about just staying home. Emil is staying home too,right?" Tino smirked,which was odd since he didn't usually do so. (M/N) just stared at him in confusion and maybe some fear. He took a sip of your latte,trying to make it looks as if he didn't notice the awkward silence. As he was right in the middle of a long drink,he about died when:
"I get it!" He smiled once more. "You like Mr.Iceland!" ...Annnd cue cliche spit-take. Running the back of his hand over his mouth,the (H/C) haired teen just stared at the other man in shock,a deep shade of red decorating his face. Tino let out a small gasp.
"I knew it! Awww,my little (Nickname) is in love~"
"A-Am not! I just think he's cool...and he's kinda hot." The blushing male muttered the last part,pouting at how easy he is to read. Tino smiled and put his index finger up.
"Now this changes everything. Both of you two are going,and I'm going to pick out a costume that will have him practically head over heels for you!" He chirped in that <s>freaking adorable</s> god awful accent. 'I swear,if you weren't my country I would've thrown you off a roof by now...' (M/N) pouted and glared at the other childishly.
Stopping at one of the racks,they (as in Finland) started looking for the right costume. After about 10 minutes of searching,Tino's smile brightened even more (by now it's like the freaking sun) as he pulled out a costume and showed it to his self proclaimed little brother.
"This one will have him all over you,my little Hels~" All (M/N) could do was blush and try not to pass out as they headed towards the checkout counter.
-----The next day,and with Icey-----
Emil,more commonly known as Iceland,sat at the bar inside America's house. Yes,the American has a freaking bar inside his mansion-like house. Emil was dressed up like a butler,costume courtesy of 'Dickmark'.
Stupid party. Stupid holiday. Stupid Finland. Stupid Dane. Stupid American. Stupid everything!
'The only good part about this party is the complimentary licorice...and I had to threaten Denmark to get this.'
Looking around,he saw various other countries. There was Alfred himself,dressed like a bear. France was...naked and dressed like a cat.
'Oh god.'
Antonio was dressed like a rabbit and Romano was dressed like a tomato (you can probably guess who shoved him into costume).
Of course,there was a lot more countries at the party,but this was just the bar room. 'I'm sure most of them are here in denial about being here in the first place.' He thought bitterly,pulling out another vine of licorice. Taking a small bite,he surveyed the room once more,but this time his breath caught in his throat.
At the end of the room,were the other Nordics. But that wasn't what caught his eye. (M/N),the capital who stayed in their house,was standing right behind them. A small blush made it's way to Emil's cheeks as he found himself staring.
------Reader's POV (Kinda)------
(M/N) stood behind Berwald,his 'brother-in-law',as he tried to hide from everyone's view.
'I only agreed to come to the bar because I thought I would be away from everyone! Seriously,if this is how many people are getting drunk in the bar at a party,then it MUST be a sucky party!' Helsinki thought bitterly,glaring at anyone and everyone who made eye contact with him.
Matthias turned towards the younger male and grinned. Without a second thought,the Dane picked up (M/N) and chucked him onto his shoulder.
"Come on,Hels! Go and chat up some of the guys. Maybe you'll get lucky with someone~" He purred in a sickening tone.
"Haista paska,Dane!" The Nordics,including Iceland,all froze. Tino,Berwald,and Lukas all stared at the capital in shock while Matthias laughed his ass off. (M/N) wiggled his way out of Mathias' grasp,dropping to the floor. And,unaware to the capital at the moment,gave the Icelandic man across the room a complete view of his attire.
"(M-M/N)..!" Tino was in complete shock,and Matthias was passed out on the floor from laughing so much. Berwald was as quiet as always,and Lukas was sitting on top of the unconscious Matthias. The noisy host of the party,America,ran over to the (H/C) haired teen and started pelting him with questions like 'Omg what did you say' or 'oh my gosh why are you dressed like that' and lastly 'oh my gosh why are you so hot in that'.
------Iceland's POV (kinda. It's mixed,okay? ;-; )------
The only thought running through the Icelandic's mind was: 'Holy Jesus...'
He wasn't paying attention to what was going on;he was paying attention to (M/N). He had a freaking skirt. He was dressed like a maid...
'Dammit. I knew that Dane was up to no good when he forced me to wear this.' His eyebrow twitched as he looked at his butler uniform. Finding himself staring again,he noticed that (M/N) had a necklace on as well. Geeze! Anyone who didn't know him would think that 'he' was a 'she'! Why-
Wait.
'Is that necklace made of.....IT'S MADE OUT OF FREAKING LICORICE. What the hell is going on?' Emil blushed madly,his eyes glued to the younger male. Shaking his head,he tried his best to look away.
"That's it. Where's the cameras. This has to be a reality T.V show." He looked around the room,expecting for everyone to shout "LOL WE GOT YOU BRO" but nope.
Turning away,he tried to focus on anything except the teen.
"Damn. I'm out of licorice..." Emil silently cursed himself for only getting 5 packages. He put his head down onto the bar top,groaning at how miserable he was. The stool next to him squeaked slightly,and he heard a sweet and nervous voice say:
"H-Hey,Emil...m-mind if I sit here? With...you...?" The Icelandic looked up and his eyes connected with those (E/C) orbs that he so adored. Oh gosh,he can't look away now! (M/N) squeaked in embarrassment as they engaged in an awkward staring contest.
Managing to look away,he spotted the empty package of licorice. A very...erhm...indecent thought ran through his head,causing his lightly tinted pinks to flare up brighter than the sun,leaving Emil confused.
"U-Uhm...I-I see you're out of licorice...w-would you like me to go get some more...for you? Ehe...?" (M/N) asked,flustered. Emil gave it a thought then smirked. Leaning in,he latched his teeth into the licorice necklace,eliciting a cry of surprise from the younger. After chewing through the whip,he raised his head again with the pieces in hand. The look on (M/N) was priceless!
He quietly munched on one of the halves before doing something he usually wouldn't do;he gave the capital the other half.
Emil looked at (M/N)'s soft,pink lips...an itty bitty bit of licorice was left on the corner of his mouth...leaning in once more,he licked up the bit of licorice. After swallowing the chunk..
He did it. He kissed him. His arms wrapped around the smaller's waist and he felt arms snake around his neck.
Matthias,Gilbert,and Alfred let out whoops and hollers,causing the white haired teen to groan in frustration.
Emil stood up with a small grunt. Before Helsinki could ask what was wrong,he was picked up and thrown over Emil's shoulder. 'Why does everyone insist on doing this today?!'
The Icelandic male walked towards the exit of the indoor bar and,stopping at the door,he asked in a casual tone:
"Hey American,where's the guest bedrooms?"
