2 On

by viviennecreightonsamuels

Tonga and Vivienne Creighton-Samuels get 2 on. TongaxOC oneshot OOC Tonga

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div class="text" style="box-sizing: border-box; padding: 15px 15px 37px 33px; margin: 0px auto; z-index: 20; position: relative; word-wrap: break-word; overflow-wrap: break-word;"span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"The knock on the door echoed through the almost empty house. Its single occupant, Tino, personification of Finland, slowly made his way to the door. He opened it with his usual smile on his face, but it was a /br /"Hey Lukas, what are you doing here?" the Finnish man asked nervously. br /br /"I know that you've been a bit down the past few days, so I brought you something to cheer you up", Lukas answered as Tino let him in. That's when Tino noticed the large object that Lukas had been holding behind his /br /"Lukas, what is that?"br /br /"I brought it to keep you company" Lukas placed the object on the table as he spoke, earning a screech from inside it. He pulled the blanket away to reveal a golden bird cage, inside which sat a snowy owl on a perch. The owl opened its eyes and sent a glare in Lukas's direction, but then looked at Tino. br /br /"She's got a few injuries from a scuffle with Mr Puffin, but she's fine other than that. She just needs a good home."br /br /"How on earth did you end up with an owl?"br /br /"It flew into my car chasing a rabbit which had run underneath it. Knowing you were in need of some company, I thought it would be better for you to give it a home than me. Mr Puffin somewhat reinforced that point" Lukas explained. Without saying another word, the Norwegian man left, leaving the cage and owl behind. Tino looked to the closed door for a moment, then back to the owl in the cage which was staring at /br /"Are you going to fly off if I let you out?" he asked the owl. She shook her head, so Tino opened the cage door. The owl flew out, landing on his outstretched arm and then shuffling up to his shoulder. Once it was happy, Tino made his way into the kitchen, being careful not to jostle the owl too much as he searched the fridge for something it might eat. As if sensing his trouble, the owl shuffled further down his arm again before taking off, using its claws to pull open cupboards until it found the cereal boxes. br /br /"I thought you were a carnivore" Tino muttered. His phone beeped as if on cue and he snatched it off the kitchen bench, reading the text he had just received from /br /em'I forgot to tell you, this owl is odd. It seems to have a thing for cereal, particularly cheerios. It prefers fish, but is fond of cereal for some reason'/em br /br /"Okay, I'll go out and get you some fish tomorrow. You look happy with the cereal for tonight though" Tino said, putting his phone aside. He had to suppress a laugh as he watched the owl trying to get a box of cheerios out of his cupboard, but the owl seemed to notice and stopped. It landed on the bench and stalked towards him, talons clicking against the wooden surface as it moved, giving him a threatening /br /"Alright, I'll help you get it. Just stop glaring at me as if you're going to eat me" he stated, moving past the owl on the bench to grab the box out of the cupboard. He poured some of the cereal into the bowl and set it in front of the owl, who immediately bent over to pick up a cheerio in her beak before sitting back at her full height and eating it. This process was repeated until the bowl was empty, by which time she had imitated a bobbing desk toy. br /br /"I suppose I should let you out to hunt for yourself, but I don't think you'll have much luck here" Tino muttered. The owl lifted its wings up in what could only be described as a /br /br /br /Tino allowed the owl to hop off his arm and perch on the chair by his bedroom window, watching it get comfortable and tuck its wings in. He gently ran a finger over the owl's feathered head. br /"Goodnight" Tino managed to yawn, climbing into bed and getting comfortable under the covers, quickly falling asleep. br /br /As soon as he fell asleep, the owl hopped down from her spot on the top of the chair, landing on the floor just before being enveloped in a faint blue light. Once the light receded, it revealed a young woman: /br /You stood up, thankful that you were wearing a white dress made of white feathers, and sneaked quietly out of Tino's room. You waited until you were in the kitchen before grumbling to /br /"She crashed into my car" you imitated your boyfriend's - scratch that, ex-boyfriend's - voice. "What a load of rubbish, I'm going to claw his eyes out next time I see him" you grumbled, keeping as quiet as possible so you wouldn't wake /br /"em'You'll only be human when the one you love sleeps'/em. Look how well that turned out for you Lukas. It's your own fault for ignoring me for a year and a half" you continued to grumble. While you grumbled to yourself, you quietly got a bowl out of the cupboard and poured yourself another bowl of cheerios, this time adding milk before sitting to eat them. Whilst you ate, you took in the mess that was the kitchen. Now that you thought about it, Tino's house was in an unusual state of mess. br /br /"I'll clean it up for him while he's asleep, I'd do it for him when I was visiting anyway" you told yourself. br /br /Once you finished your cereal, you did the rest of the dishes that had been left as well as the bowl you'd just eaten from, and then put everything back in the right cupboards. You then proceeded to clean the rest of downstairs as quietly as you could, turning into an owl on several occasions as Tino briefly woke up, but then drifted back off. By the time dawn broke, everything was clean, so you returned to the kitchen and fell asleep on one of the chairs, knowing you would wake up as an owl /br /Another Timeskipbr /br /Tino woke to find the owl gone and panicked; looking over to the window to check that it was closed. Seeing that it was, he ran around the house looking for the owl, only to find it on one of the kitchen seats. br /br /"How on earth did you get down here?" he asked. He then scanned the kitchen and found the box of cheerios on the counter, knocked over and a few spilled onto the /br /"Oh, someone wanted a midnight snack" he muttered, smiling to himself. He stood the box back up but left it on the bench and made himself some breakfast. By the time he had finished that, you were awake and flying up to stand on the table in front of him, now an owl once again as you had /br /"Good morning" he said. Your response was to walk over and settle yourself on his shoulder again, which made Tino /br /"You're certainly an affectionate owl. If you're going to be staying with me, you're going to need a name..." Tino tailed off as he began to think of a name. You tilted your head to the side and waited, but he was silent for several minutes, so you made your move. You hopped onto the kitchen bench and grabbed the box of cheerios, knocking it over and using the cereal to spell out your /br /"(y/n)?" he questioned, having snapped out of his thoughts to see what you were doing. You nodded, to which he /br /"Alright then, (y/n) it is" Tino stated. You nodded once again and started eating all the cheerios you'd spilled on the bench. Tino watched you carefully, laughing when he saw you get one stuck around your beak, but he stopped laughing and knocked it off for you when he noticed the glare you were sending him. br /br /Big Timeskipbr /br /A month had passed since you had been cursed by Lukas, making it a month you had been living with Tino. He had become accustomed to the house cleaning itself overnight, though he was confused as to how it happened. He had also become accustomed to your odd sleeping habits and seeing you in the kitchen every morning. Tino just left the box of Cheerios on the bench now, with an extra two boxes in the cupboard just in case you ran /br /In that month, Lukas had visited three times. He claimed that it was to 'See how he was getting on with the owl', but you knew he was actually trying to see you in your human form to see if you'd changed your mind. The first time he had visited, you had actually attempted to claw his eyes out. You failed, of course, but he did leave with deep scratches on his forehead, which made you feel a little better. br /br /Lukas was currently visiting again, this time with Emil and Mr Puffin. You avoided the loud-mouthed bird as much as you could, staying on your perch in the lounge that was conveniently placed behind Tino's /br /"Lukas, where's (y/n)? I haven't seen her for a month, is she okay?" You perked up at the sound of your name, now paying attention to the /br /"She left" Lukas answered in his usual monotone /br /"Oh Lukas, why didn't you say anything?" Tino /br /"I was waiting for her to come back, but she hasn't. She just vanished one day without saying a word to anyone" You were glaring at Lukas now, wondering if you should make another attempt at clawing his eyes out. Tino didn't notice this as his back was turned, but Emil and Mr Puffin certainly did. Mr Puffin flew out of the room, pausing in the doorway and motioning for you to follow, so you flew into the kitchen with him, out of the other's hearing /br /"What's your problem with Lukas?" Mr Puffin demanded. Knowing he could understand you, you actually /br /"What the hell do you think? Do you think Tino calls me (y/n) because he picked a name out of the air?" Mr Puffin didn't reply for a few /br /"That would be why you turned up after (y/n) vanished; you are (y/n). So why are you an owl?"br /br /"Lukas cursed me. It was something he pulled from one of his old books; he made me an owl that would turn human when the one I love sleeps. The first time I turned back into a human was when Lukas was still awake, from which he worked out that the relationship was dead and that I loved someone else"br /br /"So he had the 'no shit Sherlock' moment then" Mr Puffin interrupted. "He took his time. Even Emil had noticed that you were paying more attention to Tino than Lukas, which he normally doesn't because of the whole 'Big Brother' thing".br /br /"That was the connection Lukas made, so I'm here. I keep moving things around the house to see if he'll notice and realise I'm not a normal owl, but he just got used to it"br /br /"Then leave a note next time you turn human, tell him everything" Mr Puffin suggested. Lukas and Emil made their way through the kitchen on their way out of the house, so Mr Puffin left with them, leaving you thinking about his advice. br /br /Later that night, when Tino had fallen asleep, you did as Mr Puffin had suggested. After two or three failed attempts, you finally had a decent note that gave a full explanation. You left the note on the kitchen table before heading into the lounge, lying down on the sofa and catching up on some much needed sleep. br /br /You were rudely awoken several hours later by a very loud Matthias as he almost sat on you. You clawed at him as he was about to sit; now an owl once again, and quickly flew into the kitchen as Matthias jumped away from you. In the kitchen, you found Tino and Berwald reading your note, Berwald reading it over the Finnish man's shoulder as he made breakfast. br /br /"How is that possible? I know Lukas used to act out like this in his Viking days, but I didn't think he would still do so. And why curse (y/n) when it was his fault for ignoring her?" Tino questioned, more to himself than /br /"How do you know that?" To answer Berwald's question, Tino handed the note over, pointing to a certain /br /em'You were always the one to keep me company when Lukas was "busy".'/embr /br /Berwald grunted something in Swedish that you had a feeling you didn't want to translate, but didn't need to as you saw the glare he was giving Lukas in the next room. Had you been able to, you would have smirked as you watched Berwald take the breakfast into the lounge, leaving the note with /br /"(y/n), how long have you been in here?" Tino asked. You couldn't speak (yes, you had tried) so you knocked the cheerios box over and spelled out em'long enough'/em. Once you'd eaten all of the cereal off the bench, you perched on Tino's shoulder once again, nuzzling your head against his hair. A pale blush dusted Tino's cheeks at the action and he nudged you off his shoulder. br /br /"Go and join the others, I'll be in there in a minute" he told you. You did as he said, perching on the back of Berwald's chair, but keeping your gaze trained on Lukas. br /br /"Lukas" Tino began. All eyes fell on Tino in the kitchen doorway, the conversation ceasing as everyone noticed the dark aura around the Fin. The aura unnerved everyone in the /br /"Tino" Lukas replied, his voice still the usual monotone. With a flick of Tino's hand, your note landed on the seat next to Lukas, causing all eyes to fall on the Norwegian as he read the note. You watched on, smug, as the emotions flashed in Lukas's eyes, the most noticeable being anger and /br /"Lift. It." Tino ordered. "Or this time I won't stop her next time she tries to shred your face".br /br /"I can't lift it, not alone anyway"br /br /"Call them. Now" Lukas quickly got to work calling the rest of the Magic Trio while Tino still glared at him. Tino's aura faded as he listened to Lukas's end of the conversation, the only sound in the /br /"Um, Tino, could you fill us in?" Matthias /br /"Lukas didn't like it when (y/n) was ignoring him, so he cursed her to be an owl when I'm awake and turn human again when I'm asleep" Tino answered quickly, glancing at you for a moment before looking back at /br /"The specific warning was em'When the one you love'/em sleeps" Lukas pointed out between phone calls. You hadn't put that in the note, causing Tino to blush once again, which contrasted the death glare he was giving Lukas. Luckily, Matthias was too focused on Lukas as he processed Tino's words to notice the blush, but you certainly hadn't. It would have matched yours if you could have /br /You lifted your wings slightly as a warning to Berwald before you flew across the room, perching on Tino's outstretched arm and shuffling up to his shoulder. Before you could repeat your earlier actions, Matthias approached you and /br /"Are you sure this is (y/n) and not just a smart owl?" he questioned, poking your feathered stomach. To save Tino a reply, you quickly bit Matthias's finger, causing him to pull it to his /br /"Yep, definitely (y/n), fast reactions and all" he said, looking at the deep gashes in his finger as if he were about to cry. Silence followed as Lukas snapped his phone /br /"They're on the way" was all he /br /br /br /The moment Arthur and Vladimir arrived, they were directed to the kitchen where you were eating and Tino was making hot chocolate. The first thing Tino did was hand them the note, after exchanging the usual greetings of course, after which Arthur and Vladimir went to question Lukas about the exact curse he used. After reading through the book and some hushed conversation you couldn't pick out, the pair re-entered the /br /"We have an issue" Arthur stated. You looked up from your cheerios to glare at /br /"What issue?" Tino asked, interpreting the glare you were sending /br /"The curse was meant to be permanent, so we can't actually change much about it"br /br /"What can you change about it?"br /br /"We can take the timer of, so to speak, so (y/n) should be able to control when she changes from and owl to a human."br /br /"And that would be a problem because?"br /br /"It would be unpredictable for a few weeks, if not for the rest of her life" Vladimir explained. That caused Tino to frown slightly and glance at you. You however weren't worried about this little fact, so you nodded to Arthur and Vladimir. Noting the worried expression on Tino's face as you went to follow Arthur and Vladimir into the lounge, you walked across the table to rub the top of your head against his arm as a form of reassurance. He smiled again and gently stroked the top of your head, so you flew into the lounge where the Magic Trio were waiting for /br /Noting that you had immediately stood in the centre of their triangle, they began speaking. You understood nothing of their short chant, but you did feel it working because at the end f it, you were no longer an owl, but human once again. br /br /"Thanks guys" you told Arthur and Vladimir. Your white dress made a emswish/emnoise as you turned to face Lukas, already glaring at /br /Sensing what was about to happen, Arthur and Vladimir joined Tino in the kitchen, busying themselves with explaining the after-effects of the curse, but they heard the signature sound of a slap and you began talking, so they fell silent to /br /"You ignored me for eighteen months. Eighteen months you spent brushing me off in favour of a quiet night alone to read or a meeting with Arthur and Vlad. I didn't really mind the Magic Trio meetings, but you broke plans that had been in place for months at the drop of a hat, just because you felt like it!" You started to rant. Lukas didn't react past placing a hand over his reddening cheek, a handprint forming from your /br /"But the first time I ignore you, you get it into your head that you should curse me for the rest of my life, which you know would be immortality! What would be your response at the next world meeting when they asked where (C/n) was?" you paused as you waited for a response, which was a nonchalant /br /"And what would you have done if I'd still loved you?"br /br /"I'd have undone the curse. It's only permanent because it's been on you for more than a month. I'd have known within a day whether you were in love with me, so I would have changed you back then" Lukas answered. Unseen by you, the three countries in the kitchen shook their heads as they heard Lukas's answer. br /br /They were surprised when you didn't respond to that, so Tino cautiously stuck his head into the lounge to find Lukas on the ground holding his arms over his face to protect it from the snowy owl currently attempting to claw at it. Tino entered the lounge, Arthur and Vladimir following to see what was going on. br /br /Tino stepped forward a few minutes later to stop you, placing a hand gently on your head. You rested on Lukas's arm at the contact, digging your talons deep into his arm before pulling them out and flying up to settle on Tino's shoulder, where you continued to glare at Lukas as he sat up. br /br /Lukas had deep scratches on his arms and chest, the torn material quickly soaking up the blood that was coming from the wounds. There were also scratches, though not as deep, on his neck and face, the deepest being the two on his left cheek that were threatening to drip blood onto the lounge /br /"Arthur, Vladimir, though I'd like to continue our conversation, could you drive Lukas home?" Tino asked, turning to the pair in question. They nodded and stepped past him to help Lukas to his /br /"You, my friend, have just learned one of the most important lessons in life" Vladimir told Lukas. Lukas raised one eyebrow questioningly, so Arthur /br /"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned"br /br /Had you been human at the time, you would have laughed. Tino chuckled though; his shoulders shaking with the movement, making you lose your balance and fall on the floor. The moment you hit the floor, you were human again, kneeling as if you'd caught yourself. You got to your feet and brushed off your dress, standing next to /br /"Interesting" Arthur muttered from the doorway, having seen your change. Lukas briefly looked back, causing Tino to fall silent and glare at him. Lukas quickly looked away and made his way to the car, not noticing you poking your tongue out at his retreating figure. br /br /"Very unladylike (y/n)" Arthur chided. You just smiled at /br /"But very much deserved" Tino pointed out. br /br /Arthur nodded and left the house, closing the door behind him. An awkward silence filled the room after his departure. You didn't know what to say, you'd written it all in the note, there wasn't really anything left. So you didn't say anything, you just stood there, waiting for him to say something. br /br /Tino didn't say anything; he just pulled you into a tight hug, as if to say the he has no plans of relinquishing his hold. You returned the embrace with as much emotion. After all, actions do speak louder than words. br /br /The silence, no longer awkward, was broken by /br /"I love you too"/span/div
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div class="tt-crop" style="display: inline-block; width: 90px; height: 90px; overflow: hidden; margin: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4) 0px 1px 2px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.14902) 0px 0px 0px 1px; box-sizing: border-box;"span class="tt-w" style="border: 0px;"span class="shadow mild" style="display: block; padding: 0px; background-image: none !important; background-position: 50% 50%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat;"a class="thumb lit" style="display: inline-block; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin: auto; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; border: none; background-image: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, #f3f6f1, #e0e8dc); box-sizing: border-box; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0980392) 0px 0px 0px 1px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 1px 1px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 2px 2px; position: relative !important;" href=" art/NordicsxReader-Finding-Avalon-471416882" data-ga_click_event="{:1}"span class="wrap" style="display: block; width: 150px;"q style="min-height: 0px; position: absolute; left: 0px; padding: 3px; right: 4px; top: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 78px;"strong style="display: block; padding-bottom: 6px;"NordicsxReader - Finding Avalon/strongA/N:br /Okay, for those of you unfamiliar with the myths of King Arthur, Avalon is supposed to be where Arthur's soul went after his death, from which he will be resurrected when he is needed once again. If you go by Stargate, its place that the Ancients ascend to. Same difference really, it's the area for souls of wizards, witches and great and noble people through history to collect where they are safe. (from what I know of the myths)br /Now, the Reader is the personification of Avalon, an island that sits in the North Sea between England and Norway (for the purpose of the fic)as they are two magical powerbases in the Hetalia the fic, it's home to witches an wizards from all over the world that haven't always died to get there, but some have been resurrected on the /Any questions/issues? Leave a comment if so. Other than that, enjoy the /~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~br /You manoeuvred through the crowds that were making their way towards the crashed plane,/q/span/a/span/span/div
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div class="tt-crop" style="display: inline-block; width: 90px; height: 90px; overflow: hidden; margin: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4) 0px 1px 2px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.14902) 0px 0px 0px 1px; box-sizing: border-box;"span class="tt-w" style="border: 0px;"span class="shadow mild" style="display: block; padding: 0px; background-image: none !important; background-position: 50% 50%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat;"a class="thumb lit" style="display: inline-block; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin: auto; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; border: none; background-image: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, #f3f6f1, #e0e8dc); box-sizing: border-box; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0980392) 0px 0px 0px 1px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 1px 1px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 2px 2px; position: relative !important;" href=" art/Norway-x-Reader-Leave-Me-Alone-476531666" data-ga_click_event="{:1}"span class="wrap" style="display: block; width: 150px;"q style="min-height: 0px; position: absolute; left: 0px; padding: 3px; right: 4px; top: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 78px;"strong style="display: block; padding-bottom: 6px;"Norway x Reader: Leave Me Alone!/strongem style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: static; text-shadow: none !important; background-image: none !important; width: auto !important; height: auto !important;"You, dear reader, are the personification of L'Anse aux Meadows. A Norwegian remnant in eastern Canada, your back-story can be found here: art/Norway-x-Reader-The-Ball-473439015?ga_submit_new=10%253A1407287943br /This occurs three days after a ball at England's place, where you met Alexander Rybak, Germania insulted you, and Norway started a /Enjoy!/embr /It was three days after England's catastrophic ball. You had called Arthur several times, ensuring a fluid exchange of apologies between both households, but the sting still hurt. Not only had your home and family been ripped from you, but any standing or prestige you might have held in this one had dissolved long /That was the truth, no matter how hard anyone tried to convince you /Currently, you were sitting on the couch, petting one of Norway's troll babies. The younger magical creatures always liked to visit you, especially when you were upset, and, truth be told, you didn/q/span/a/span/span/div
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div class="tt-crop" style="display: inline-block; width: 90px; height: 90px; overflow: hidden; margin: 0px; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.4) 0px 1px 2px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.14902) 0px 0px 0px 1px; box-sizing: border-box;"span class="tt-w" style="border: 0px;"span class="shadow mild" style="display: block; padding: 0px; background-image: none !important; background-position: 50% 50%; background-repeat: no-repeat no-repeat;"a class="thumb lit" style="display: inline-block; width: 90px; height: 90px; margin: auto; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; border: none; background-image: -webkit-linear-gradient(top, #f3f6f1, #e0e8dc); box-sizing: border-box; box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.0980392) 0px 0px 0px 1px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 1px 1px, rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.2) 0px 2px 2px; position: relative !important;" href=" art/Norway-x-Reader-Fairy-Wings-472652699" data-ga_click_event="{:1}"span class="wrap" style="display: block; width: 150px;"q style="min-height: 0px; position: absolute; left: 0px; padding: 3px; right: 4px; top: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 78px;"strong style="display: block; padding-bottom: 6px;"Norway x Reader: Fairy Wings/strongem style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: static; text-shadow: none !important; background-image: none !important; width: auto !important; height: auto !important;"A.N. This story is a Magic Trio x Reader, or, more specifically, Norway x Reader with elements of Romania x Reader. It can be seen as a sequel tobr art/Norway-x-Reader-A-New-Viking-Love-472441425br /Or a stand-alone /In this story, you are the personification of L'Anse aux Meadows, a former Viking site located in Canada. Everyone calls you L'Anse, bar Romania, who calls you Ileana because you remind him of the beautiful princess from his home country span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; position: static; text-shadow: none !important; background-image: none !important; width: auto !important; height: auto !important; text-decoration: line-through;"which has made him fall head-over-heels with you, much to Norway's chagrin/span. A few years ago, England cast a spell which backfired onto you, wiping your memory and trapping you in a pocket dimension. You returned to this dimension a few years ago to find that your entire life was only an illusion, and nothing you remember is /Currently, you are living with the Nordics, trying to get back on your /Enough intro! Onto the story! XD /embr /You were lying on your bed, list/q/span/a/span/span/div
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