I do not own Hetalia or it's characters. They belong to Hidekazu Himaruya.
This story will eventually contain Yaoi. If you do not like, don't read.
The pairing to this story is not Denmark/Norway; It's Romania/Norway. Human names are used due to it being a AU plot-line, meaning they are not nations. This is my first time using this site for writing FanFiction . I apologize if I've forgotten something.
Chapter one:
The house was the epitom of beauty and discretely expensive. It was traditional mediterranean architecture with a finely crafted structure and large arched windows in which had a perfect view of the lush outdoors. The large arch that loomed over the dual rectangular doors added to the devinve creation, creating a sense of beauty to the rooms inside. A small stone path lead to the main door, it was lined with precision clipped lawns and headges and neat rows of spaced out circular bushes. The home itself was painted ash gray and lined with white trimming around the windows, and to Lukas, it was perfect. However, the beauty was not in the enique structure of the exterior but rather the complex layout of the rooms within; filled with marble tile and expensive furniture.
He stared blankly up at the large bay windows and despite the lack of emotion on his face, his eyes had filled with awe and admiration. Dull, amethyst eyes scanned over the gourgeous structure and he shifted his weight uncomfortably upon his feet, a small cloud of air appearing where his hot breath met the frigid Winter air. Beside him stood a rather tall man, his blond hair wild and unkept, he had smiled brightly, seemingly pleased with their decision in buying the home. The two had been wary due to the pervious owner being rather presistant on leaving and while they both thought that fact was rather odd, the opportunity to own such a beautiful home kept them from decling the offer.
"This is perfect, Hej- Luky~" The tall Danish man had said cheerfully while bring his hands to his mouth to blow warm air upon them, attempting to warm them as he stared up at their new home. Being that it was the start to winter, the weather had been rather brutal. Both men were dressed accordingly; thick coats and scarfs. In winter, much of Norway was transformed into a snow-clad paradise. The lower inland areas, both in the southern and northern parts,had very low temperatures. However, it was only lightly snowing now, soft white flakes falling and littering everything around them. Lukas stared blankly at the home, thinking over the question directed toward him, his expression impassive. It was prefect, almost too prefect.
From inside the home, a shadow of a body stood within the darkness, watching them carefully through the view of the attic window. It's energy had began to manifest it's irritation toward the invasion, seemingly displeased while it watched the two enter the home. When the sound of the front door opening could be heard, the apparition quickly disappeared, leaving behind no evidence of it ever being there. "This place is -" The Danish man had started cheerfully, but his Norwegian companion had quickly silenced him with a hard jab to the stomach. His fist had slammed mercilessly into his gut while his expression remained blank, brows furrowing in slight irritation. "Annoying.." The man murmured, stepping furthering into the home and leaving the Danish to fall to his knees groaning. Despite the unkind gesture, the blond was laughing it off like it was completely normal, a warm smile upon his face. "I'll bring in the boxes!" He called, but Lukas was already heading upstairs in search of a room he would claim as his own.
Each room was equally beautiful as the architectural structure of the home itself. The place had come fully furnished and was filled with modern amenities and stylish furnature. A particular room in general seemed to be the highlight of the entire home. It was spacious with a elegant balcony overlooking the beautiful scenery of the back yard. The bedroom had a king size bed that enhanced the exotic furniture around it; All made from walnut, teak and oak that applied for the cupboard, drawers, wardrobe and tables. It made the room not only luxurious and elegant but also natural and exotic in same sense.
The sound of his boots could be heard as he stepped further into the room and blankly glanced around, noting how the room seemed be colder then the rest of the home. He stepped toward the belcony, his slender fingers lightly running against the satin sheets on the way. Dull eyes stared blankly out the glass doors, absently watching the snow fall. In the far corner of the room, it watched him, watching every move that he made. He felt eyes on him and from his peripheral vision, he could see the shadow skimmed across the room. Turning, he glanced around. His eyes scanning each corner in search of what he saw. He moved to step forward only to stop as a cold blast of air consumed him, causing him to catch his breath. It was so cold that he felt his body responding to shiver at the change in temperature. Before he could do anything, it was gone. It was a strange feeling and he wasn't sure what to make of it. Goose bumps had appeared on his arms and the hair on his neck stood on end, his heart racing.