Hiya everyone! Welcome to the 30 Day OTP Challenge, Norpan Edition!

I kind of need a break from my main stories. So naturally stress myself out by writing a oneshot a day for a month. Because fuck logic.

…I make no promises on the 'every day' thing. And they might all be really short.

In any case, Norpan needs more love. So here we go! 30 Day OTP Challenge may now commence!

I don't own Hetalia, Norway, Japan, or the 30 Day OTP Challenge.

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Day 01: Holding Hands

Japan sighed, staring up at the night sky with a smile. "It's beautiful out," he commented to his companion.

Norway nodded absently, keeping his eyes fixed on the stars. "Yeah…" He glanced over at his friend. "Was there… any particular reason you wanted to talk to me after the meeting?"

"Well, no," the Asian nation admitted. "I just wanted to talk. Is that… odd?"

The Scandinavian shrugged. "I don't think so."

"That's good." The pair lapsed into a not-quite-awkward silence. Japan coughed. "So… how is Iceland-kun?"

"Island?" Norway glanced over, surprised. "He's fine. How do you know him?"

Japan blushed faintly. "Well, we have a lot in common, you know… And, well, he and Xiao-kun…"

The Scandinavian frowned. "Don't remind me."

"Sorry."

Norway smiled slightly. "It's fine. Island's doing pretty well; still complaining about tourism and such, but doing well."

"Well, siblings do complain a lot…" A slightly wistful look spread across the smaller nation's face. He leaned back to stare up at the sky again, stars reflected in his dark eyes. "Norway-san?"

"Yes?"

"…Nothing. Never mind."

He was blushing again, Norway saw. "What is it?"

"It's nothing," the Japanese insisted, huffing softly.

"If you say so," Norway allowed.

"I do say so."

"Honestly, sometimes I swear you're worse than America."

Japan glared at him. "Take that back!" he ordered playfully.

"I thought you two were… how did he put it…" Norway thought for a moment. "Oh, yes; 'Best BCFFs forever, dude'!" he finished in a passable rendition of America's voice.

Japan laughed softly. "He said that?"

"Those exact words," Norway deadpanned.

The dark haired man paused, nose wrinkling as he thought. "'BCFFs'?"

"Best Country Friends Forever, I believe," the blond explained.

"Ah." Japan blinked, confused. "That makes no sense."

"Well, it is America."

"True."

Japan glanced over, started to say something, then shut his mouth again. Norway didn't notice, lost in his own thoughts. The Asian lay back again, eyes focused on the stars. Something caught his eye.

"Oh! A shooting star!"

Norway followed Japan's gaze. "Where, there?" he asked, pointing.

"No, over there." The older nation took Norway's hand, moving it to the correct position. They watched the star fade away into the night.

Japan pulled away suddenly, apparently noticing he was still holding Norway's hand in his own. "Oh! Sorry, I didn't-"

"It's fine," the Norwegian interrupted. "Has anyone ever told you that you apologize too much?"

"Hai… Switzerland-dono, all the time," Japan murmured ruefully.

"Huh. Hey, Japan?"

"Mm?"

Norway frowned, trying to think of the best way to phrase his question. "…Why do you refer to Finland, Denmark, and Iceland as '-kun', but Sweden and I as '-san'?"

Japan tilted his head to one side. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious," the other muttered.

"Well… '-kun' denotes a higher level of familiarity; '-san' is simply more… polite, I suppose. It's like calling someone 'Mr.' or 'Miss' in English."

Norway nodded in understanding. "How many years have we known each other?"

"Ano… A few decades, I guess. I haven't kept track." Japan glanced up at him. "What do you think, Norway…kun?"

Norway chuckled. "I think you're better at reading the mood than people give you credit for."

"Arigato," Japan hummed, smiling.

A cold breeze rippled across the roof of the meeting building. Japan shivered, rubbing his hands together and blowing on them. Norway raised an eyebrow.

"Cold?"

"Well, as kind as Canada-san is, his winter is rather inhospitable; even in March, it's still a bit cold."

"Count yourself lucky we're in southern Canada," Norway pointed out. He hesitantly reached out and took Japan's hands, holding them between his own gloved ones.

"N-Norway-kun?"

"You said they were cold," the Scandinavian said softly.

"Ah… yes." Japan's fingers curled around the Norwegian's, hesitantly, unsure of what the response would be.

Norway simply smiled.

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Okay, that turned out more talking and a little bit of hand holding, but I did it! Day 1 is complete!

That was actually the first time I've ever written Norway, so let me know what you thought. I need to know if there's anything I should change. Also, Canadian winters are a bitch. I'm in Toronto right now, so I know. And this is one of our milder winters…

SO. FUCKING. SHORT. GAH.

Next up: cuddling somewhere.

I'm gonna die…

See ya~!

-Bird