Okay, Writing this was weird but I just wanted to try. This popped up in my head and I just couldn't leave it! So yeah. This will be a dark!Nordicsxreader!

Warning: Some chapters will contain bad language and uncomfortable situations. So read at your own risk. I will change the rating if necessary.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story. (sadly)

(y/n) sat in her favorite blue chair in the living room reading a book. Currently she was alone since the people who lived with her had gone to a meeting. She enjoyed the silence of an empty house. Though she loved the people who shared her house they could be quite loud sometimes. Okay, not sometimes. Always! The thing is only one of them was particularly loud and that was Denmark, The thing that made the group as whole loud was the fact that Denmark had the ability to find out what annoyed every single person out the most and use it without knowing it. So the rest of them spent their day yelling at him. Yeap, they were the Nordics.

They were her best friends and she couldn't possibly choose who she loved the most. Though (y/n) could easily tell that she only loved them as friends and as far as she knew they felt the same. (y/n) just felt like she was a part of the gang.

She had moved here four months ago. Her parents had never really liked her much. She had four older siblings and they were all so perfect, when she seemingly couldn't do anything her parents wanted from her even though she tried and tried to keep them satisfied. One day they had enough and kicked her out saying that the family was getting to big and the money wasn't coming.

So (y/n) wandered the street for the night, with a few of her belongings in a bag, feeling rejected. But she was free. She didn't have to listen to her family ponder how useless she was, but it still stung. The Nordics found her sobbing on a bench, while taking their midnight walk. They got the story from her and invited her to their house. After having lived with them for four months she silently thanked her parents for throwing her out. Everything just felt so right. She found the place where she belonged.

(y/n) glanced up from her book when the clock announced that the time was 19:00 by giving out seven loud bongs. She still hadn't gotten used to the clock. At first it was placed on the second floor of the house, right in front of her bedroom and it kept her up at night, so Sweden moved it for her, down to the living room. She sighed and closed her book. They would be arriving soon with dinner.

As if on que her stomach growled. She groaned and stood up, stretching to get the drowsiness out of her system. The fire in the fireplace snarked behind her making a soothing sound as she made her way to the kitchen.

The house she lived in was huge. It had three stories and each floor had many rooms. The architecture of the house was quite old and had a viking feel to it though with a modern twist. It had obviously been upgraded to fit the time. Though she found something special about each and every room. The architect must have used a lot of his time to make this perfect.

As she stepped into the kitchen, (y/n) heard the front door slam against the poor wall. She rolled her eyes when she heard a familiar "Heyyy, (y/n), We're hooome!" She turned around, a grin spread across her face when she got attacked by Denmark in his way of a hug.

"Can't...breath" She gasped out.

Behind him stood the rest of the Nordics all shooting glares towards Denmark. (y/n), being the oblivious one didn't notice and waved to them.

"So, what's for dinner?" she asked with a bright tone.

Norway walked forward and put his arms around her waist dragging her to the living room. He then leaned forward and whispered in her ear making her shiver "Your favorite"

She sat down on the couch, a little bit confused. "um... okay. So... are we gonna eat in the living room?"

Norway sat to her right and Finland squished himself to her left. This was kind of weird. They were all acting kind of strange. When she thought about it she began noticing little things that were different with each of them as they began emptying the bag of food.

Norway's hair was getting pointy and kind of resembling Denmark's, and the colour was getting darker. Iceland's hair was almost going towards a gray tone and there looked like black stripes were coming to view. Both Finland's and Sweden's hair had like a rock feel to it. Even Denmark's hair was more pointy than usually.

And when she started studying them closer she could see that all of their eyes had darkened. Not much but enough for her to notice.

Sweden looked up. "Is everything alright (y/n)?" He said with a smirk.

Okay! Something was definitely not right. Sweden no longer had such a hard accent. And he was smirking!

All of them were looking intensely at her now waiting for her answer. She felt Finland snuggle his hand behind her neck as Norway reclaimed her waist.

"Um. I was more thinking if everything was alright with you all" she said, glancing down at Norway! He usually wanted a lot of personal space but now he was leaning towards her trying to pull her as close as possible.

Norway smirked up at her ignoring her question. As did the rest of them. Now they were just staring at her with that creepy smirk on. Now she really started panicking.

"(y/n)! We have to ask you a question" Finland cooed as he began playing with a lock of her hair. This was getting very uncomfortable.

"Who do you like the most, (y/n)?" Denmark spat out.

"Oh, guys." she said, relaxing a bit. She thought they'd ask something really creepy. "That's easy! You're all my friends. We're a group. I could never choose anyone above the other" she said smiling. Norway's grip around her waist tightened and Finland started tugging roughly at her hair. Her smile faltered and she began to worry again.

"Um, guys! Your hurting me" she said as she tried to get out of Norway's grip.

"You don't understand (y/n)! You have to choose! We are not waiting any longer" Denmark said as his smirk turned into an evil grin.

"Wait, I don't understand.." She began but was cut off when Finland and Norway stood up, dragging her with them holding both of her arms firmly.

"We are just asking who off us you love" Finland said, breathing on her neck.

She was now getting scared. These were not her friends. Her real friends would never frighten her like that.

"G-Guys. I-I d-don't look at y-you like that, you are j-just my friends." She stuttered, fear plastered on her face.

Now all of them were scowling at her.

"Then we'll just have to make you love us. And since you don't want to choose... well, I guess we could share her, can't we boys!" Iceland said, with a maniacal smile on him.

"I think your right little brother" Norway murmured into the crook of (y/n) neck.

"wait..." was all she could say before she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and then blackness embraced her.