Hi. I'm Norway, well, not really. I just cosplay Norway. But I hate my name so I prefer it if people would call me Norway. I'm 15. I have a Denmark also so I call him Denmark. He's a few months younger than me but we're still the same age. I watched Hetalia ever since I was 11 and I introduced it to him when we were 13. He seemed to love some of the 'awesome' and out-going characters. He even had blonde hair so sometimes he would put his hair like America but he decided he wanted to look like Denmark. So, everyday he would put his hair up like Denmark's. And his personality matches America and Denmark's.
I was his Norway. I don't really act like him around my other friends but I seem to act like Norway whenever I'm dealing with Denmark. I had black hair that is down to my bottom but I could cosplay as Fem!Norway who died her hair black. But Denmark calls it Emo Fem!Norway in which resulted in a punch. I had both male and female cosplays of Norway. I also cosplay Lithuania, Canada, and Netherlands. Sometimes when I hyperventilate, we call it the 'Lithuanian Attack.' I used to be like Canada. Denmark had some 'talks' with my best friends and said I wasn't like who I am now. And I just laugh at how Netherlands' hair is and sometimes I like to put it up like his when we're hyper and derping around.
"_!" My mom called. Me and Denmark were watching a certain Hetalia episode studying for the Revolutionary War test we were having tomorrow. We both looked at the door. "Just watch." I hopped off the bed and jogged out the door leaving my door slightly open. "Yes Mama?" I answered. "Sit down." My dad said. I sat on the couch next to theirs and across three people on the other. "Um. You will be engaged to one of Mr. Winefield's sons." My dad said. "But, I'm too young." I raised a brow.
"_" Norway's mom called. We looked back at the door. "Just watch." We were watching Hetalia when they showed the Revolutionary War for the test tomorrow. But Norway promised to read it and use the cut out paper dolls she made of them to reinact the war. Or, create a story for me to remember it. She made stories magical like the real Norway would. "Hetalia!" The episode was done so I decided to tell Norway. I was almost at the end of the hallway to the living room until I heard "You will be engaged to one of Mr. Winefield's sons."
My heart pounded. My mind started getting dizzy. I couldn't hear Norway's reply because I was too busy being on the edge to unconsciousness. Without thinking and in complete determination and rage I stomped into the room and clutched her forearm. "I need to talk to you." I dragged her back to her room despite her protests. I shut the door and locked it and pushed her in her bathroom. "Denmark! What's wro-" I kissed her forcefully nibbling her bottom lip. "Ngh." I stuck my tongue in as she opened her mouth to gasp for air.
My hands started caressing her body. I slipped off the strap of her dress revealing her chest. But she pushed me away. "Denmark! Stop!' I continued to undress her and now she was nearly naked. She still had on her bra and her short shorts. Before I could reach any part of her body, tears fell onto her smooth skin. "I-I-I..." Her expression changed from anger to confusion. "Denmark?" I pulled her up, close to me. "I-I-I, I don't want you to marry another guy..." I sobbed.
Norway pulled away and looked into my eyes. "Denmark." She closed her eyes and pecked me on the lips sweetly. "I don't want to." I lay my head on her shoulders. "Jeg elsker deg." The words I've always wanted to hear. Where we were not in cosplay and forced to do fanservice. "Truly?" I choked out between my hiccups. "Ya." I smiled and hugged her tight. I was relieved she felt the same way. "_!" Norway's mom knocked on her bedroom door.
Norway silently opened the bathroom door. "Is everything alright?" "Yeah, I'm coming." Then her mom walked away. Norway bent down and redressed herself fixing her hair. I stood up with a sort of guilty expression. "I'm sorry that I hurt you." I saw a slight bruise on her arm where I dragged her. She kissed me sweetly like before but much more deeper. "That's alright. It's my memory when we confessed to each other." She smirked the devilish way she did everytime she would cosplay Norway when I failed. She walked out of the bathroom and back to the living room. I smiled which turned into a Denmark kind of grin.
"What was wrong?" My parents asked. "Oh, Denmark just got a text from Sweden saying 'You must be jealous I took Norway away for a hundred years.' And I had to calm him down before he would run to his house and started another fight." They seem to take it but my dad may have some suspicions. He didn't really like me inviting boys over but I seem to get along well with them. Everytime we're alone, he thinks they're raping me or we're making out. I crossed my arms and observed each boy. No, too serious. No, too 'French'-like. Nah, he's alright but... no.
"No. I'm not marrying them." I stated. I glared at them mostly at Frenchy. "Hey Norway!" Denmark ran in the room but tripped on the little set of stairs. "Gah!" I stared at him with my usual 'You are an idiot.' "Hey Norway! Hey Norway! Hey Norway! Guess what! Guess what!" He bounced happily with that grin (that I oh-so loved so much! but don't tell him). "Vha?" I answered. "I'll go cook something so I'm gonna use your stove!" Denmark dashed for the kitchen. The three boys looked at him like 'WTF?' I shrugged.
My eyes widened as I jumped. "N-No! Denmark! Don't cook!" I ran towards the kitchen with the boys staring at me and my parents shaking their heads. Then, we came out with Denmark laughing like America and me with Hungary's pan and China's soup laddle. And we ran around the house like crazy. My little sister and my brother came out of their rooms and sat on my parents' lap. "How aw we welated to her?" My brother shook his head. Denmark ran out to the living and that's when I glomped on him making him fall face flat on the floor.
We were laughing like school girls as we lay on each other clutching our rib cages from breaking. After we settled down, my phone started ringing with Japan's Marukaite Chikyuu meaning Japan was calling me. "Hallo?" I answered with Denmark waving at everyone in the room like a maniac and like nothing happened. It even scared my brother so I kicked him in the stomach. "Oke! Takk." I hung up and stared at my supposedly 'manly husband' on the floor grinning. "Denmark! Get your axe! The world's waiting for us." I announced as I marched to my room.
"Hey Denmark?" I slid out of my room into the living room. I was wearing my hat and my cross for Norway. "Should I wear the fem or the regular?" Denmark had his coat on (and yes he was cosplaying Denmark when we got home) and his axe rested on one of the cushions. "Fem 'cause ya look sexeh." I shook my head and threw my shoe (which had heels) at his face. I went back to my room and change into Fem!Norway. I came out with my flag and with only one shoe on.
"Mah lady." Denmark said slipping on my missing shoe. "You know. We should do a vid with Fem!Norway in World Is Mine." "_." I looked at my mom. "How about, you let them go with you." I looked at the boys. "Fine! But don't touch mah wife." Denmark shouted wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I'm a man." I corrected turning to him. "You're dressed in a skirt and long hair." "Fem!Norway is actually a dude." I smirked as Denmark had his little freak out moment. "Come on!" I said as we headed out the door.
Hetalia nor the Hetalia characters are NOT mine!