So I had meant to put this up earlier today (well, seeing as it's 12:45am here I suppose it would have been yesterday) but it was a busy day, I apologize.
So this is a story idea that hit me in 2012, was forgotten about in 2013, and finally finished in 2014 (yay!) Denmark is fed up with Norway's avoiding his advances, and decides to make a move to finally see whether he holds the Norwegian's heart. Or... something (ahaha)
Lukas=Norway
Warnings: [slightly] Suggestive scenes, mild swearing, and the gayness that comes with Hetalia.
I own nothing, except maybe the idea.
The blonde sighed, bringing a hand up to gently massage his left temple before narrowing his eyes at the man across from him. An hour ago the idiot came barging into his house whining about his friend's party. Quite honestly, he didn't care at all. Mathias was just an annoying idiot that needed to leave him the hell alone. Six or more times a week this would happen; the stupid Dane would barge into his house (no matter how many times he changed the locks) and bug the crap out of him.
Deep down he didn't… mind, exactly, but it was still annoying. The Dane's clingy, energetic, loud nature just burrowed its way under Lukas' skin. His visits are much too frequent and usually occur at the worst time possible. Completely anno-
"Norge!" The 'idiot' frowned. "Are you listening?" He asked, leaning in closer to the blond to stare him in the eye.
It took a lot of composure for the Norwegian not to jump, nor blush, when he realized he had been staring at the Dane.
He quickly scoffed, narrowing his eyes, "I don't really care."
"Noooorge...!" the other man whined, "I want to have a New Year's Eve party! And it has to be better than the Christmas Party Gilbert threw!"
"I still don't care" Lukas deadpanned. That party was hell; Mathias had dragged him there and he had a horrible time. He ended up sitting on a couch for almost the entire time, reading, until that drunken idiot England and his loud-mouth boyfriend decided to "use" the couch… His lip curled in disgust at the memory.
"And I refuse to come." he added, standing up.
"But-!" Mathias stopped, pouting. "You have to come, Lukas… please?"
The smaller Nordic narrowed his eyes, staring down at the Danes kicked-puppy look. Stupid… that stupid look…
"If I come, you must promise to leave me alone until then and to not annoy me at the actual party." He seethed, glaring. He could never win with the Dane—he couldn't comprehend the reason why, either.
"DEAL!" The Danish man practically squealed, latching his arms around the Norwegian in a bear hug.
Lukas failed to keep the blood from rushing to his cheeks this time. Cursing under his breath he shoved Mathias away and fled, throwing a: 'that starts now, you idiot!' over his shoulder
Mathias merely grinned.
However, this wasn't like his normal, idiotic, carefree grin. Oh no, this was a grin of a man with a seemingly fool-proof plan.
He stood up, complying with the soon-to-be-his Norwegian, and left without another word.
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Gilbert stretched, his back arching from the caramel-colored bed sheets that were not his own. Right away he registered the lack of body warmth beside him and frowned, blinking at the empty space. Growling, the Prussian rolled off the bed and went off in search of his significant other... but not before slipping his boxers back on, of course.
He descended the familiar staircase cautiously and peaked into the kitchen. With a grin on his face he stalked quietly into the bright and delicious smelling room.
"Matty~!" He purred, wrapping his arms tightly around his prey's waist. The slim blond squeaked, a bright blush blooming onto his face.
"G-good morning Gil" The Canadian greeted, smiling through his blush in a seemingly dazed way. Gilbert just grinned, kissing his cheek and cooing "Mornin'!"
This caused the shy Canadian to flush an even darker red and repeat his greeting. "M-morning..."
A large smirk stretched across Gilbert's face. "Last night was a lotta fun, you know" he placed his lips on the crest of the Canadian's ear and purred; "I absolutely love hockey night... especially when your team loses... you're so aggressive, Birdie~"
The awesome ex-nation then laughed quietly as Matthew's face erupted into an even darker shade of red. Gilbert was about to make a move when…
"What the hell are you doing to my brother?"
He was abruptly stopped by the Olympic gold medal cock-blocker.
Gilbert huffed, tilting his head ever so slightly away from Matthew's neck to see a fuming American and an annoyed Brit. He then smirked as he pulled the blushing Canadian closer against his bare body. "What? Does it bother you that I seize his vital regions as mine?" He snickered, slowly sliding his hand down Matthew's stomach. "Gil…!" Matthew hissed under his breath, shooting a mortified glare at the albino.
A growl erupted from Alfred's throat, his blue eyes glistening with pure hatred. "GET AWAY FROM HIM!" He snarled, lunging.
"Alfred. Relax" Arthur ordered, quickly grabbing the obnoxious nation and tugging sharply on the back of his shirt. Alfred snarled lowly but obeyed, glaring venomously at the Awesome Prussian. "And you" The English man snapped, "Go put some bloody clothes on, you moron!"
"Kesesesese..." the albino cackled before releasing the vibrantly red Canadian and sauntering upstairs with a "As you wish, Artie~"
The Brit scowled and grumbled: "Don't call me that you stupid twit..." Unfortunately – or, rather, fortunately – the Prussian didn't hear him and quickly slipped into his jeans from yesterday and a clean, awesome shirt depicting a group of fluffy yellow chicks clustered around a magnet.
Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Matthew was sheepishly avoiding his brother's disapproving glare.
"Oh let him be, Alfred." Arthur dismissed, walking over to lightly embrace the Canadian.
Matthew sighs quietly, but returns the Brit's hug none the less. A small smile played lightly on his lips. This caused Alfred to frown (as he was still peeved at the earlier molestation of his brother) and grudgingly trot over to the two, trapping both slim blonds in a tight, possessive hug.
"A-ah! Al I-I can't... b-breath!"
"Alfred you bloody… g-get off!"
Gilbert re-entered the kitchen, snickering "Hey Alfie! Don't kill them, that'd be so unawesome!"
Glaring, the loud-mouthed nation released the two smaller nations and curled his lip up in a small snarl. "Don't call me 'Alfie' you damn albino!" he snarled, darkened blue eyes narrowing dangerously.
Arthur and Matthew sighed, mutually deciding to ignore the two idiots and to instead catch up with one another.
Gilbert smirk just grew as he and the American entered a stare/glare down, both oblivious to what the other partners were doing. This when on for a few minutes before…
"Beep beep, come pick me up!" A robotic voice rang out into the room.
The foursome paused, interrupted by the annoying voice signaling the Prussian was being called. Gilbert's gaze tore away from Alfred's and settled on Matthew's pants.
Walking over to the confused Canadian, he dipped a hand into Matthew's front left pocket, smirking. "How'd this get in there?" He snickered, watching as the others face become red once again (was it healthy to make the Canadian that shade so many times a day?). The Prussian let his hand linger in the pocket for a moment, staring defiantly at Alfred while simultaneously smirking at the expression on Matthew's face. Finally, he retrieved his phone and flipped it open.
"Ja?" he answered, still smirking smugly at the pissed American.
"Hej Gilbo! It's me, Mathias." A voice erupted through the cell.
"Eh? Oh hey! What's up Danny?" he greeted, grinning.
"Lots of stuff. Listen, I need a favor and I promise to pay ya back for it."
"My awesome self is listening..." The ex-nation drawled out, ignoring how the others rolled their eyes.
"Call all your buddies. New Year's Eve party at my place- the big one up North" he explained, "Its European only so don't go telling people like Russia. But you and Artie are free to bring your North American boy toys."
Gilbert frowned slightly at this, eyeballing Alfred, "Just because Artie has an annoying North American boy toy doesn't mean I do. I got the sexy one." He boasted, chest puffing out proudly.
Matthew blushed bashfully yet again whilst Alfred scowled. Arthur simply sighed, thoroughly used to this kind of banter between the Dane and Prussian.
"Ja ja, whatever dude" The Dane dismissed, a grin evident in his voice. "Will you do it?"
"Fine" Gilbert yawned, "but I expect to be treated with some good beer. As in, German be-"
"Alright cool! Call everyone for me, but not Lizzy. I need to talk to her myself." Mathias interrupted, sounding slightly anxious.
"Fine!" The Prussian huffed, "I'll see ya there, Danny."
"Ja, see ya Gilbo" The other said before the line went dead.
Gilbert turned to the three blonds, grinning at Arthur "Looks like we're goin' to Danny's the 31st!"
"Ah, so that's what that was about" The Brit mused, sipping some tea that [magically appeared] Matthew had just given him.
Gilbert nodded, smirking, "He said European's only too, so... sorry Alfie~"
Alfred narrowed his eyes angrily, growling out through his teeth: "Then you can't take my brother you f-"
"Oh stop this- both of you! Mathias doesn't care if you and Matthew come." Arthur cut in, glowering.
"Fine" Gilbert pouted, wrapping his arms back around Matthew's waist. The Canadian's face erupted red once again as the albino began to nuzzle his neck. He then pulled away and placed a kiss to his blond hair, "But now the awesome me needs to go make some phone calls. So just... do whatever the hell you came here to do" He laughed, nodding to Arthur before leaving.
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The man sighed, running his fingers through his slick blond hair. It was 11 o'clock and he was still sleeping. That was unacceptable. Ludwig knows it's the "Italian's way" to sleep in but... today it was unacceptable.
Why? Because this was one of Ludwig's very few "free days." Usually he would be working, or studying, or doing something productive. But today was different... or, rather, the past week had been different- very different. His boss had "given" him the holidays off... (Read as "Forced him to take off from work and relax for two weeks")
It wasn't his fault that he, unlike most nations he knew, was very interested in helping his country and taking part in running the economy and government of his people.
And so, for the past week, Feliciano had been up by the crack of 9 (or 9:30), bugging Ludwig to go do something together. Which, of course, he always did because he couldn't say no to the Italian.
The German shook his head, groaning as a light blush surfaced on his cheeks. Feliciano had too much power over him and the blond didn't know what to do about it. Sighing, the bulky blond stood and walked towards thei- his bedroom.
What he found was not what he had been anticipating... not by a long shot. What he found was Feliciano sitting on the bed, naked and talking animatedly on the phone.
"Ve~ that does sound awesome!" The bubbly Italian giggled, "And you said fratello and Big Brother Antonio would be there too, right?" Feliciano asked, eyes sparkling, "Yeah! Of course we'll be there!"
Another giggle was then given in response to whoever was on the other line.
Ludwig frowned, eyebrows creasing ever so slightly. Who was he talking to?
"Sì sì I'll make sure Luddy's not ina poopy mood!" The Italian finished, still grinning happily and oblivious to Ludwig's presence. "Ve~ Ciao! We'll see you then, then!"
Feliciano then hung up and set the phone back on the bed-side table, finally noticing Ludwig standing in the doorway.
With an excited: "Ve, Luddy!" the slim, nude, Italian lunged at Ludwig, tackling him to the ground and enveloping him in a tight hug. "I missed you!"
Blushing, the stocky blond hesitantly returns the hug; hyper aware of the fact that Feliciano had no clothes on.
"Ja... morning... um, Feliciano?" Ludwig began, clearing his throat and carefully sitting up, trying to gently unlatch the brunette. This failed, obviously, and only caused Feliciano to shift into his lap, hugging Ludwig with a... rather strong grip.
"Who were you, um... on the phone with?" He questioned, ceasing his escape attempt.
Feliciano blinked, tilting his head in thought. Ludwig resisted the need to facepalm.
The Italian's eyes then lit up in remembrance. "Ve! It was Gilbert!" The brunette explained, nuzzling Ludwig's neck in a seemingly thoughtful, innocent way. "He invited us to a New Year's Eve party at Denmark's house!" He continued, beaming up at the German, "Sounds like fun, neh, Ludwig?"
The bulky Germany stood up and the Italian followed, plopping back down next to him on the bed. "Luddy?" Feliciano cooed gently, nuzzling his shoulder questioningly as he waited for an answer.
"Um... ja..." he replied hesitantly, clearing his throat once again.
Cautiously he looked over to Feliciano's slim form. "Um... Feliciano?" he started, extremely curious as to why Italian wasn't wearing any clothes. He used to wear none when sleeping but, recently, Ludwig had persuaded (and ordered) him to at least wear some underwear. And, honestly, the Italian had been wearing them when the German had woken up in the morning.
"Sì, Luddy? What is it?"
"Where... where are your clothes?"
"Ve?" Feliciano paused, looking down at himself. "Oh right! I was about to shower before Gil called!" He replied, grinning in his Feliciano way.
"Ah" Ludwig grunted, nodding slightly, relieved it wasn't for any other reason (aka his brother or his moronic friends). He pecked Feliciano lightly on the forehead before asking "What do you want to do today, anyway?"
The brunette hummed drowsily, nuzzling up to Ludwig once again. "We could go for a walk..." he murmured, yawning, "Pero... iovoglio... I wanna sleep some more..."
The blond German chuckled softly "I thought you were going to shower?" he almost teased.
The Italian groaned, snuggling further into the bulky German, "Don't wanna..."
His amber eyes then brightened mischievously, "Unless you come with me!" He giggled, looking up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "Will you? Please Luddy?"
Much to Ludwig's annoyance, a light blush began to creep up his face. "I-um..."
Ludwig could gain control of a world meeting, no matter what kind of chaotic fighting or events were occurring. He could lift heavy loads that most men, even some countries, couldn't. He's been through wars, depression, and more. He's been through a lot and had always survived. He... well, he's done a lot of things in his life- whether he is proud or not about them. Yet he cannot, could not, keep his face from blushing around Feliciano... nor his heart from beating faster... nor his lips from smiling...
He could definitely not say no to his little Italian.
"Ve, please Ludwig...?" Feliciano asked again, pouting cutely. "After we shower we can eat something, then take a nap... a-and then maybe take a walk... and we could make pasta together later! Then w-"
Ludwig cleared his through quietly, effectively cutting off the rambling Italian, yet trying in vain to calm his damn blush. "Ja... that's fine... it sound's fun, Feli..."
The eyes looking up at him brightened significantly and Feliciano's mouth curled into a brilliant grin. "Really? Yay!" he cheered, jumping off the bed. He latched onto Ludwig's sleeve and began to tug.
With a small smile, Ludwig allowed Feliciano to drag him off towards the bathroom.
Just another normal day with the two nations...
Constructive criticism is well used and appreciated :) Lemme know what you thought!
Second part/chapter will be up in a moment. Again, sorry for already falling behind! I have 6-7 chapters planned out for this, including an epilogue. A count down to New Years, in a way.
Hope you enjoyed it!
~Cheetay