Summary: Norway doesn't want to spend summer alone. When Denmark, Iceland and the other Nordics can't keep him company, he seeks for his friend, England. But England already has another plan. Being a good friend, the Brit suggests him to spend with Spain. Must Norway agree to this plan? How would his summer turns out to be? Spain/Norway focused. But SpUK, and DenNor involved.
Disclaimer: I hold no rights for Hetalia. All to the hand of the wonderful Himaruya Hidekazu.
Warning: Grammar mistakes. Also, this story uses the country name.
Warm Breeze
Chapter 1: When the season comes
Norway trotted down the road with some shopping bags on both his hands. He was running late than usual on his shopping agenda. It was in the middle of July, summer at its peak. Because of that the tourists, mostly from outside the country were high in number. The blond didn't really favour summer. He preferred to be inside his house all the time, doing work as the country personification at all time. But the food and supplies were running out so that day he must go out to buy. He did, after trying very clever to not involve with tourists who crowded in many places including shopping places.
Arrived at his home, he quickly dropped on the sofa because of the exhaustion. Luckily his place always cold with the perfect temperature for him (because of the air conditioner). After calming himself, he rose up to place the stuff he brought. Before doing that though, he spotted a very unfamiliar envelope on the table. Why was it there? He already gathered all the mails from the box, all of it were on his study table for the time moment. Did he missed this one? Who placed it there?
He lifted the envelope and turned it around. He surprised to see who was the sender. It didn't have the royal stamp or the governor stamp or whatsoever, but what was written there was from the Prime Minister himself.
He opened it, and only reveal a single sheet of paper. Also, it only had some words in it.
Please get lost.
What?
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Apparently, after a long talk with the Prime Minister over a private line, Norway finally understood what the letter meant. The PM wanted him to have a summer break. For two weeks, all the works for him would be postponed. He smiled, it's no big deal for him. He could read books and practice some magic.
Of all options for summer holiday, Norway chose to be inside his house all the time.
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It's been five days. The Norwegian inside his cold and cozy house, untouched of the summer breeze, was having an awful condition. Not awful as if he's ill and those bad things. He was bored. All the activity he wanted to do, already did. Sometimes, he called his brother, Iceland, for a chat. But his brother not available all the time. In fact, he was busy travelling in some Asian countries. It seemed like his brother was having a pleasant summer. All the same for Denmark and the others.
Norway sighed, yet inside some emotions were dwelling up. He's bored, and somewhat envious also lonely. He felt like the only unhappy person to spend summer alone and doing boring things. This was unfortunately, very uncharacteristic of him. He didn't know why, but he decided to change his plans. He needed to do something different. But what? What could he do to make his summer enjoyable and not lonely?
"Why not visit England? I bet he is as dreadful as you,"
Norway silenced over the phone. Definitely not amused of his boyfriend's statement.
"I am just kidding on being dreadful okay? But visiting your dear England might not be a bad idea. Think all of the crazy things you could have done with him over the summer?"
Norway didn't understand why Denmark emphasized some words. But he thought the idea as a rather good idea.
After saying a simple thank and a goodbye to him, Norway quickly did the preparation. After some minutes, with just a small hand-held light luggage, off to London he went.
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Norway knocked the door for the umpteenth time, and ring the door bell for the third time, still no answer nor sign of someone approaching to the huge-sized mahogany doors. The blond felt nervous till his fingers. He should've noticed England that he would visit. He questioned himself for attempting a stupid doing of surprise. Also it was getting hot. In front of the dusty huge doors and the sun exposed through his back. Shouldn't London be foggy and cold because of it's numerous raining.
"Norway? Is that you, my friend?"
Norway tilted his head up then turned to face the sudden voice.
There stood England on his far side, wearing a straw hat and holding a sickle, his face covered with dirt.
"It's really you! I can't believe my eyes at first, but it is really you!" England exclaimed, his face brighten because of the surprise. The Englishman strode forward, he was about to hug the Norwegian but he stopped. "I am sorry. My clothes full of dirt and I must be stink. I was spending all the afternoon in the garden. Summerplants really need some caring," he broke into a cheeky grin.
Norway was very surprised as well. He gone limp but placed one of his hand on the door.
"Something wrong, dear?"
"Nothing!" Norway finally composed himself, a smile in his face. "I seriously had thought that you're not here and I must went back to Oslo!"
England blinked of hearing an unexpected statement. Then he smile as well, wider than the person before. "No worries, my dear friend. What you do now isn't something useless," he walked to the door and opened it easily. Surprisingly for Norway, it wasn't locked. "Though, you're kinda lucky, because tomorrow I will really not be here," he walked into the living room before turning around to the Norwegian. "So, what brought you here?" he suddenly had a face of realization, because only just then he recognized the luggage the Norwegian was carrying.
"Ohh. I am very sorry."
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"I am really, really sorry, Nor,"
"It's okay, England. It's my fault for appearing so sudden. Your kids deserved better. They had planned it with you. Now they really need you," even saying it so casually, that look of disappointment still on the Norwegian's face.
England, on the other side of the table, looked very sorry and guilty.
"Really. It's my fault, I mean it," Norway looked down to grab the cup of his tea. He smiled to his dearest friend before taking the liquid a sip.
England still not touching the cup. "Still, there must be something I could do to pay your long visit. Do you have any problems, Nor? What's your reason to be here? I thought you hated summer and prefer to be at home?"
Norway shifted on his seat, the Brit always knew him very well he must've noticed that there's a problem he currently facing. "I don't know England," he said being honest. "I suddenly feel very lonely and left out. Everyone having a pleasant summer. Iceland travelling in the South-East Asian countries. Denmark with the Germans. Finland and Sweden travelling in America. And you.. you're going to have summer with your kids," Norway said in his calm and gentle voice despite how desperate he felt for every words.
"What's wrong with joining Denmark?" England asked, looking thoughtful.
"I don't want to disturb. Besides, I already said no in the first place,"
England nodded. He understood how Norway never wanted to return his words. He's a man without turning back nor regretting. "I have something to ease you. But it sounds ridiculous,"
Norway tilted his head, looking England by his violet eye, he definitely interested. "Go ahead. See how I am being ridiculous till now?"
England smirked to hear that. "My summerplan this year is rather different. Usually I spend with a certain person and stayed all summer in his country,"
"It must be Spain," knowing his friend too well, Norway interrupted. "So this 'something to ease me', related to the Spaniard?"
"Yes!" England smiled. "Because I have the agenda with the kids. He has no one to spend summer with."
"Please don't say I would be your replacement and spend summer with him?"
"Norway my dear, you indeed are clever!"
Norway's face fell in a slight, he tried very best to appreciate his friend idea. The 'replacement' of course not as the Spaniard's lover, just as someone to take over England's place. "I never been to Spain in summer," he referred to the damnful heat the Southern countries have over the summer.
"In Madrid you won't have the extreme heat. It is no different than this place. If you agree, I would tell him to spend the summer there,"
"I don't know, England," through his usually unread expression, that time Norway had this unsure look rather clear.
"To think of it again. I think this idea isn't ridiculous at all, Nor. Spain's nice and always treat his guest very well. Tourists don't come to his place for nothing!" England convinced the Norwegian. "And because you're my friend, I'll ask him to treat you in a special way! Especially since you never visit him! He would be damn excited to make you love his country in summer!" England sounded as excited as his words came.
Nothing came from Norway, though England understood and used this long silence to make him think. He sipped his tea heartfully.
"If he did something bad or I am not pleased at his company, can I break him?" his question was so serious, he even had the face of breaking something in mere seconds.
"Do everything you want. Just do not fuck him because he's mine,"
Norway sipped his tea and smiled. "Then you have your deal. I'll spend summer with him,"
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The next day, with the same luggage, Norway made his way to Spain by plane. Arrived at the Madrid-Barajas airport, after his documents checked, he easily spotted the tall brunette.
"Buenos dias, Amigo. How's your flight?" with that charismatic smile the Spaniard greeted him.
Norway never like unnecessary questions so he ignored the Spaniard's greeting.
"I heard everything from mi Amor, Inglaterra. I assure you, you would have a pleasant summer here," the Spaniard grinned. This time Norway looked up at him, and noticed how the grin was as familiar as the English man. He also noticed how the Spaniard's referred his friend. He always hear it everytime his friend and the Spaniard together. They were really lovers.
"So, have you heard anything about Spain before? Maybe I would explain something more about what you know first," the Spaniard could not stop talking.
"Well.. Spain is hot," Norway finally spoke. His hoarse and low voice barely audible.
"I indeed, am!" Spain chuckled while resting his fingers under his chin, obviously being proud.
Norway wrinkled his nose. Definitely not amused by the Spaniard's statement. "I don't think it's a good thing. Because I prefer being cold," he had drew out his hat (bought it in London) and placed it firmly on his head. For the first time he looked at the Spaniard's eyes. After that he gave the Spaniard a slight smirk.
He walked forward leaving the stunned Spaniard with his sudden remark.
Being embarassed because showing so much emotions, Norway also thought of other thing. If Spain wanted to make him comfortable in his country, then let this be a challenge for him. He, who never fond of the heat (also the Spaniard), would try very best to not making it easy.
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