Author's Note:

Hello, again! This is a particularly fun sort-of story I've been working on. It's actually a roleplay I've been doing with NorgeStone on Facebook. It's been loads of fun for us to work on! Only minor edits have been made for grammar, spelling, and clarity. Also, we began this story in the early part of the summer, and we have had a few breaks since then, so please don't be surprised if the writing style changes a little throughout the story! He format may also seem a little strange, but that is largely because I wanted to keep our responses clear. I am Romania, Moldova, Iceland, and most of the rest of the cast. Norway is my lovely roleplay partner! Feel free to critique our writing, I really want to improve! Also, formatting tips would be fantastic!

Happy reading! -E

Romania was bored. Not just any old kind of bored. He was bored during a world meeting, and if you don't understand how impossible that is then I don't even know what to tell you. Romania was bored. Italy was ignoring everything, Romano was making threats, Germany was trying to get everyone under control, Bulgaria was ignoring him, and there were the Nordics, with Norway looking sexy as ever. He could literally start drooling, right there. No, no. Bad Romania! No drooling over someone you're not dating.

Norway sat in between the annoying Dane and Iceland. He was getting pretty fed up with Denmark constantly nudging him, asking him to explain what was being said, then going back to ignoring the meeting. He sighed in frustration, and pinched the man beside him hard. He should have sat by Finland instead. But even he was distracted by the talk of saunas with Sweden. Norway scanned the room, looking for an empty seat. Denmark would complain loudly though, and probably cause everyone to look at them, which Norway didn't want. But he supposed it was better than being kicked out for choking Denmark. He spotted three empty seats. One beside Turkey, one beside Romania, since it seemed Moldova was missing, and the always empty chairs at the micronations section. Well, one and two was an absolute no, and him and Romania weren't on bad terms at all, so he stood up and made his way over, even though it seemed like he was drooling? But perhaps it was because he was so far away that it seemed like that was happening.

Romania gasped and straightened up a little. Norway was walking over to him. /Norway/ was /walking over/ to /him/. He attempted to not hyperventilate and watched him. What did he want? Was he watching him before? Oh God had Romania actually drooled? Oh, good, he hadn't.

Norway walked over to the Romanian, and just as he had predicted, Denmark questioned why he was leaving him. It seemed the people around them had actually grown numb to the Dane's random shout outs, and no one really seemed to take much notice, which was a big relief to Norway. So, without answering Denmark, who pouted in retaliation, Norway stole the missing Moldova's seat before turning to look at Romania. "You're more bearable than Denmark." He told him, before trying to get back into paying attention to the meeting.

All the alarm bells were going off in Romania's head. Was that a compliment? WaS THaT a CoMPLiMeNT?! Had Norway just complimented him? Okay, breathe, Romania. Breathe. Don't let him see how much you want to hug him and kiss him and steal that adorable hair clip. Conceal, don't feel, don't let him know...~ Oh, crap, Germany's asking a question. What did he say?!

To be honest, now without a distraction from the meeting, Norway realized how incredibly dull Germany's voice was. It was a distraction in itself, thinking about how much he didn't want to listen to Germany. Perhaps he should have just stayed where he was. But he had already made his decision to come over here. Plus, he didn't want to insult Romania, or give Denmark the satisfaction that Norway had came back to him. As his boredom begged for a better distraction, Norway turned to look at Romania slightly, who seemed just as distracted, though he might not have noticed had he not known Romania for a while now. It wasn't hard for himself or England to recognize when he was nervous. But Lukas was not interested in questioning what his distraction was, it was satisfaction enough to notice it. He poked Romania in the cheek. "Pay attention." He scolded, even though he himself still was not hearing a word Germany was saying.

Romania squeaked at the words and touch. Oh no. Oh. No. Norway wanted him to pay attention. How was he supposed to respond?! He blurted out the first thing that popped into his head. "But Germany is so boring!" He whispered back. "How am I supposed to pay attention when I don't like him?"

"Don't give excuses." Norway said, but what was he doing? This whole conversation was an excuse to ignore Germany for the exact reasons Romania had blurted out in his own defense. But who needed to know that? Certainly NOT Romania. He debated with himself whether or not to say more. If Romania actually decided to listen to him, Norway would have ran out of excuses himself and would have to be dulled by the repetitive German. But if he continued, it would require speaking more. And to be honest, that was a just as unwanted result. But he didn't want his distraction to die. And at least Romania wasn't as loud or annoying as Denmark was, which made him more bearable.

"It's not an excuse, it's a fact!" Romania protested. "Even Italy isn't paying any attention! And he's dating the guy!" He kept his voice quiet so they wouldn't be heard. "I don't even want to be here!"

'Italy doesn't pay attention to anyone.' Norway thought to himself, but he kept that in his head. He didn't need his opinion's being heard by wandering ears. He looked over at the other Nordics, who weren't paying attention to Germany, but they weren't paying attention to him either. He would regret what he was thinking if he acted on it. It would mean not having any knowledge of what was discussed, but usually Northern Europe wasn't brought up anyways. "Then let's leave." He suggestion quietly. He was stuck between hoping that Romania hadn't heard him or would ignore him and then Norway wouldn't have to sneak out of the meeting, and wanting Romania to fully agree with him and just ditch the boring lecture that was this meeting.

Romania grinned so widely his sharp canines were visible. "That's the best thing I've heard all day. Where do we want to sneak to? Will we need a distraction? I have a marshmallow gun in my bag, Moldova gave it to me so I could mime suicide if I got too bored. I could shoot it at Italy so he freaks out and Germany gets distracted! Or is that a bad plan? Ah, sorry, I'm talking too much again." Romania said all of this very fast and very softly.

Norway blinked, trying to process everything Romania had said. It sounded like something Denmark would say, only it was coming out of Romania's mouth. It was sort of weird, since he didn't felt the same urge to shut him up like he did when Denmark blurted out stupid plans. He opened his mouth to speak, before shutting it again, not knowing how to respond to him. He looked over at Germany. Perhaps this was a bad idea. It was something he would surely say no to, or at least make it visible that he was not pleased with his actions. But who was to say it wouldn't work? Germany would for sure yell and reprimand them if he saw them leaving without a better excuse than 'Your voice is annoying and we could no longer sit here and listen to you.' He looked at Romania and, with an unexpected shrug from himself, he said. "Go for it."

Romania grinned. "When Italy screams, run for it." He whispered, pulling out the rather nice marshmallow gun. He grabbed a marshmallow, loaded his weapon, and took a deep breath before aiming. Germany wasn't looking, and neither were Italy and Romano. He had a clear shot... He fired. Italy wailed loudly as he was struck, Romano shouted expletives, and Germany immediately ran to his boyfriend's aid. This was their chance!

To be honest, Lukas really hadn't expected Romania to pull out a marshmallow gun. He had never even seen one before now, and was shocked when Romania truly did fire one at Italy. He wasn't sure what he had been expecting. Probably something more along the lines of 'Just kidding!' or, 'Seriously? That won't work!' but Romania had fully intended to go through with his marshmallow themed plan, and it had worked too. Both Germany and Romano were distracted, and Italy was crying. Norway felt kind of bad, since he didn't really want to hurt anyone, at least anyone innocent, but he didn't really have to time to go and comfort the Italian, and he wouldn't anyways. So, while everyone looked for the culprit, and questioned why said culprit would attack with a marshmallow, Norway stood up from his seat and looked back at Romania. He wasn't paying attention once again, probably thinking about his victory, so Norway grabbed his arm and yanked on it. "Come on." He said, slyly dragging him out of the room. A few other nations had to have spotted the two sneaking out, but no one would rat them out, especially since they could guess that it was Romania who had hit Italy, and they didn't want to face the same marshmallowy fate.

Romania still had his gun on him, too. He was laughing softly as they escaped into the hall. Then they heard Germany bellow and Romania gasped. He grabbed Norway's hand and started running. "Come on, run! He's going to catch us!" He laughed. "This is the best World Meeting I've ever been to!" Romania kept laughing and grinning as they fled, his grip tightening on Norway's hand a little. His heart was pounding in his chest and his hat was about to fall off. This. Was. Awesome.

Lukas had looked back when he heard Germany yell out. Had he noticed their absence? Was he really coming after them? But all those thoughts came to a halt when he heard Romania gasp, and the next thing he knew, he was flying down the hallway, hand in hand with Romania, barely keeping up with the much more fit nation. He wanted to look back to see if they were being chased, but he was too focused on trying not to tip at Romania's unearthly speed. "W-wait! Slow down!" Lukas asked, holding Romania's hand tighter so not as to lose him. If Romania let go, Norway would go flying, and eventually face planting into the ground. And he would be caught for sure. He couldn't fathom how Romania got joy out of running away from being caught. But his laugh was intoxicating, and if Norway hadn't been gasping for breath and fearing for his life (okay, that was an exaggeration), he might have joined along.

Romania laughed and laughed, grinning at Norway with exhilaration in his eyes. He laced their fingers together so Norway wouldn't lose his grip. "Come on, he's catching up!" Romania laughed. He whooped as they started to approach the exit. "We're almost free!" He reached out with his other hand and pushed the door open so they could run out into the open sunlight and freedom of the outside. He cheered again and flung their linked hands into the air. "We made it!"

Lukas didn't like being pulled around. It made him feel out of control. But when he heard that Germany was close, his desire to not be caught overpowered his constant need for stability. So he let Romania continue to drag him along, even picking up his pace slightly to try and keep up with him. When he saw the door in sight, Norway couldn't help the tiny twinge of excitement in him, though it might have just been his heart pounding in his chest from lack of oxygen. When they bust through the door, Norway let out a tiny gasp, not expecting the sun. But when they were outside, and Romania was throwing their entwined hands in the air, he finally was able to feel some of that thrill Romania seemed to radiate. He didn't laugh loudly like Romania, and it was probably compared to a chuckle more so than anything, but it was the most joyful emotion Norway had shown all day. It was amazing how contagious Romania's laughter was, though Norway was sure he wouldn't feel it as much once the initial thrill was over.