You know, out of all the fanfictions that I eventually update but lose inspiration-I gained a new story. HAZZAH!

Now, snooping in the Hetalia Archive, I see about three or four fanfictions feauturing the characters as the Seven Deadly Sins..but you know what I realized?

NO ONE PAYS ATTENTION TO THE VIRTUES!

Guess what this piece of shit is? :3

ENJOY.

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Norway, dispite his emotionless dispute and lack of words, has a lot of patience.

Just not when it comes to Denmark.

If he could, he would probably kill him-but that was against him. You see, even though he hits Denmark at random sometimes, he knows restraint.

Everyone knows how loud and obnoxious Denmark can be, insulting other countries, self proclaiming himself as the "King of Northern Europe", but Norway has managed to see past that happy expression and know what he really is.

He's just lonley but he has a big heart.

Norway, dispite their constant arguing, he learned to just leave him alone and live his life. But that wouldn't stop him from maybe falling in love with the spikey haired king.

If Patience really is a virtue, then why hasn't he done anything? Norway thought as he tried to read hastily through his book, but couldn't find anything in the reading interesting at the moment.

"Norge?" Jumping slightly, the Norwegian male looked up with a small blush coating his cheeks as he saw the Dane in the doorway of the livingroom.

"What do you want?" He tried to keep his composer as he went back to reading-obviously he was faking it since Denmark saw right through him and sat down on the sofa besides him.

"Oh~just wanted to see if you were doing anything. That's all!" Norway couldn't help but grimace at the tone of his voice-so seductive and so sour. Lukas thought he felt a vein pop in his head when he felt the males strong arm around his shoulder. Feeling secure, much like a child before he slammed the book down gently on the Dane's head and stood up, glaring down at the other as he was rubbing his head in pain.

"I'm sure it's just another excuse to bug me, idiot." From the corner of his eye, he could see Denmark put on a pout, much more like a small scowl as Lukas turned to leave-only to have a strong, death grip on his wrist. Just as he was about to turn around and yell at the other, he felt a pair of soft, warm lips against his.

Norway didn't know what to think at the moment as he melted into Mathias's kiss. It was so sweet but so bitter. His lips were so warm, but they felt so cold. What was this? Was this kiss even real? No, it couldn't be..maybe the trolls are messing with his mind again?

Mathais smirked against the smaller boys lips, seeing that he melted like heated chocolate in hs hands. Breaking the kiss, his eyes filled with pure lust and love as he brushed a few stray strands of hair out of the Norwegians face. Norway was blushing darkly-as if all the blood in his body just decided to run to his face.

"I guess I'll see you around then, Norge?" Before Lukas had a chance to respond, the blonde was already making his way out. Lukas just stood there, like he was a statue and touched his pale lips that were flushed with color. Turning his head to look over his shoulder, only to see nothing. If someone would look very closely, someone could almost see a smile blossom on the cold Norwegian's face.

Follow your heart, but be quiet for a while first. Ask questions, then feel the answer. Learn to trust your heart.