Because my heart is yours
A/N: I heard the EUROVISION song for Norway and I was like… … … AWESOMMMMMEEEE~! *CRIES* and instantly, I got this lame fanfic idea which was cheesy and just so sweet it cracks teeth… (Maybe not so much. =.=) Ah, but then, I decided to give it a try since SOMEBODY is bored and wants a fanfic. Yeah, you know who I'm talking about! Mimmy, this is for you! [Human + Nation names used]…Oh and, their personalities might have been twisted a teeny weeny bit, which makes them a little OC…sorry…
Disclaimer: All Hetalians used are not mine. They belong to Hidekaz….*sobZ*
P.S. Human names=
Norway: Nikolai
Denmark: Matthias
Iceland: Erik
Because my heart is yours, I'll never leave you
Though we are far apart, I'm by your side
My love is never gone, I feel it rise again
Through it all, now my heart is yours
"Aw come on, Norge!" a Dane whose hair defied gravity whined at the Norweigian, watching him tear up his x-teenth love letter.
"Don't give me this kind of garbage, you piece of crap. I don't need it at all." Nikolai heartlessly threw the shreds of what used to be a love letter into the trash can in the hallway.
Matthias sucked in a breath. It wasn't fair. He never even looked at it.
"If you don't read it, how do you know what I want to say?"
"You can just tell me straight to the face. No need of weird presents and objects." Norway stated coldly.
Denmark scowled for a moment at that statement. His presents were weird objects? But, they were full of his hard work and labour! That ungrateful little brat…
"I still love you, Norgey." He smiled despite the pinch he felt in his heart.
Eyebrow twitching at the lousy nickname, the Norwegian country let out a sigh, "I know."
This wasn't a surprise to Nikolai anymore. The Dane said that to him so often. So very often, it had become the most common thing in the world to him. So, today wasn't any different.
Even though Matthias would confess to him everyday, Nikolai just didn't give him any answer. The answer as to why that was… Well, he was scared. Denmark said those same words to everyone else. Not everyone else… but he said those words to Iceland too. So why scared? Norway just did not want his heart to be broken like the others. He had seen Russia and America bicker like there was no tomorrow. He'd seen Tino crying for days over the stupidest, smallest matter concerning Berwald… All that just made him think he did not want to end up like them. No relationship established, means no heartbreak right? So, he kept his distance away from Denmark.
What if he wasn't serious? What if he was just playing? Just saying 'it' to get a boyfriend like everyone else? Speaking of the word 'Boyfriend', Nikolai too did not want to end up like his other Nordic buddies and other friends who were under the influence of 'Yaoi', whatever Hungary called it. He was NORMAL. Imagine him and Matthias sitting under a tree… yuck.
Anyway, even though he tried to keep his distance- a radius of one meter at least- his heart denied him. A freaking lot.
"I'm glad you know." Matthias said, bringing Nikolai back onto earth "Because I really do." Saying that, he took the Norwegian's smaller hand in his, sending jolts down the other's spine.
You're lying. His face heated up no matter how he tried to push it down. No! Not in front of him, dammit!
It took all Nikolai's strength to shake Matthias's hand off his, "Y-you don't need to keep telling me that. I know already." He turned away from him, walking to the kitchen.
"Then, why won't you give me an answer?" Denmark bit his lip, his usual face that held his trademark smug grin turned into a serious one.
Ah, that's because I don't want to end up like 'them'… "I need time to think about that..." Nikolai looked down at his feet. Even though he had his back facing the Dane, he could feel his strong gaze on him.
He heard Denmark take in a deep breath and let out a huge sigh, "You say that everytime I say it. It has been five years already. Do you need another ten years?" He could hear frustration and sadness in his voice.
Norway ignored him. He was out of excuses. It was true that this thing had went on for five years already. He couldn't believe it when he thought of it himself. Matthias had never gave up for five years. How much longer could he go on like this?
Walking to the kitchen, he shut the door behind him and leaned against it, letting out a breath he didn't know he held. He held up the hand that Denmark held just a few moments ago. He could still feel the warmth lingering in his palm and the pressure applied to the gentle grip.
His heart went pounding against his chest, "Ha. This is so stupid…" he laughed to himself.
I know I like you too but I just don't dare to take chances. I'm afraid. Sorry, Matthias…
He just wasn't going to get his heart broken.
A/N: Ahahaha~ Whut in *fill in blank*'s name am I writing here? Great, since I got a little tired, this is gonna stop here for a while… sorry my good people. Seems like this is going to be another chappie-chappie fic… great… (*cries* This is awfully short...like soooooo short... i must be out of ideas...=.=!)
Denmark: Hurry and get to the good part!
Italy: Ve, what's the good part?
Prussia: Must be where they have s-
Germany: *whacks Prussia on the head* Bruder, don't you dare say a word! *stuffs his fingers into Italy's ears*
Italy: Ve, I can't hear a thing!
Me: Tired…. Need…sleeeep…..
Norway: Sleep! Sleep! Then I don't have to face that stupid Dane!
Denmark: Whut?
Me: Zzzzzz…
Denmark: OI!