As I gaze into his eyes, so blue, so bright, bluer than the sky I fly into all the time. I've hated his kind for as long as I can remember, but him, he's different, I can tell. His blond hair, it's like gold, it looks so rough, yet so silky. I've never had these thoughts about a man before or anyone in my case. I just want to be running into his arms and have him catch me. But at the same time, I'm terrified. His kind and my kind aren't supposed to mix, we only married for peace or money, not for love, so, of course, our marriage is arranged. But I can see in his eyes that he wants me too. What have I gotten myself into? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just a cute story, I thought of, it revolves around Denmark. Here's a small preview of what you'll be reading. I do update quite slowly, but I will finish this story. And btw, Norway and Iceland are not related in any way, I don't normally ship NorIce, but there was no one else since Sufin are in this story. Sorry HongIce shippers. Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, just the plot.

When I first saw her, she was ordinary, normal, nothing out of the blue, at least at first glance. But when she spoke, that when I knew, she was more special than anything I have seen, she's what I've been searching for. Something to lean to on, something to hold on to, someone to love me, for me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is the story that just randomly just came up in my head, there probably won't be any ships besides you and Lukas, I'm debating, whether or not to make this a long story. There's a tiny preview of how I'll write this story. Oh, and another thing, this story will be mostly in Lukas' POV. Please comment, constructive criticism is allowed, and btw, this story will most likely not have a happy ending, what so ever.

"So, you're the famous Emil" he nodded. "I guess" he better not be lying. "Well no offence, you're not what I was expecting" "Well, what were you expecting!" Now we're getting somewhere. "I don't know, someone more in control" I teased, this is going to be fun. "I can be when I want to be" Show me then. "Prove it" he smirked. This is going to be a long night. One that I'm willing to stay up for. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first Iceland x reader and the fourth in my Nordic collection. Hope you enjoy this, and I will not be accurate in the religion, so I will stay away from certain things. Disclaimer: Hetalia is not mine. Neither are the characters. Only the plot is mine, and you own yourself.

Right on time. The Dancer in blue. So beautiful, so graceful. Happiness radiated off of the dancer in blue. Every step was perfect, no one can match my dancer. Every spin was a blur of blue. The ground is red. Blood red. Now the hill of blue is red. The place of life now has the dead covering it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my Sweden fanfic and first male reader story. And it's the long awaited fifth story in my Nordic Collection. And I specifically made this one a male insert, because I completely respect Sweden's sexuality, since he is canonly gay. And surprising there isn't a lot of these. So here we go.