My first fanfic- this is exciting. ouo This started off as something I was submitting to someone I follow on Tumblr, but it turned into something more serious than I originally planned. The paragraphs in the first two chapters will be a bit weird since I was sending this through her ask box and I haven't really edited it. I hope you guys enjoy. c:
Once upon a time there were two countries. Their names were Sweden and Norway and they lived next to each other, but didn't talk much. Every day, Norway would take a walk past Sweden's house. He would look up to the window to see a pair of piercing blue-green eyes staring back at him. They were only there for a moment though, as the shutters would quickly close to leave a still house.
One day Norway decided it was enough. He wanted to find out why he always saw those piercing eyes, why they always disappeared when he looked up. So. He got the nerve to walk up Sweden's driveway and knock on the door. He waited a moment, and when there was no answer, he turned to leave.
When Norway was about halfway down the driveway, the door slowly swung open with a creak. Norway stopped and turned, a stoic expression on his face. It was Sweden. The two men stood still, staring at each other. It was as if time itself had stopped. After what had seemed like hours, the Swede silently lifted his hand up, beckoning Norway to come closer.
Norway didn't move. What was Sweden doing? They lived right next to each other. They often ran into each other at the market and they always sat near each other at the world meetings. Why did Sweden watch him when he went on his evening walks? Was he mad at him? Norway didn't know. He stared intently at Sweden for a moment, then took a small step forward.
Norway carefully made his way back up the steps to Sweden's front door until he was standing in front of him. He looked up at the taller man, his eyes showing a hint of question. Sweden looked down at him, a similar expression on his face. Norway tilted his head.
"Hva?" Norway stated flatly.
Sweden merely looked at him. "'ren't y' cold?"
Norway thought to himself for a moment, then gave a slight nod.
"C'me 'nside." Sweden turned and went in, then gave a glance over his shoulder to see if Norway would follow. Norway seemed hesitant. However, he found himself walking forward until he was in the Swede's livingroom. It was cozy. A fireplace heated the room and cast a warm glow. A large couch sat against a wall. A large bookshelf could be found on the other side of the room. Norway took a seat at the far end of the couch. Sweden had disappeared into the kitchen.
The taller man returned with two cups of coffee. He handed one to Norway, then took a seat at the other end of the couch. They sat in silence for a moment, drinking their coffee and avoiding each other's gaze. Sweden lowered his gaze to the floor.
"Why don't y' 'ver talk t' m'?" Norway looked up, looking at the side of Sweden's head.
"I didn't know you wanted me to," he stated flatly. Sweden kept his eyes on the floor.
"Would y' have t'lked t' m'?" he questioned.
"... yes."
Sweden slowly turned his head until he was looking directly at Norway. They stared intently at each other for a moment before they both looked away. Sweden tapped the side of his coffee cup with his index finger, unsure of what to say.
"Why do you watch me from your window when I'm walking." Norway stated flatly. Sweden didn't respond right away, but seemed to think to himself.
"Y' look lon'ly. Y' are alw'ys walk'ng by y'rself. I j'st thought..." he pauses.
"You thought?" Norway questioned.
"I thought y' would w'nt s'meone t' walk w'th." Sweden admitted. Norway was starting to get suspicious. He had always thought Sweden was an independent man. One who was perfectly fine with minding his own business. He stole a glance at Sweden. The Swede seemed to be somewhere else, lost in his own world of though. It didn't show on his face, but something in Sweden's eyes was missing. It was as if the fire of his soul was only half lit.
"Sweden, do you want to walk with me?" Norway blurted out.
Surprise showed in Sweden's eyes. He turned to Norway.
"Norw'y... y' really mean 't?" Norway nodded. Why had he asked Sweden to accompany him on his walks? Norway didn't know, but Sweden seemed a bit relieved. Another period of silence followed as the two men finally finished their coffee. Norway looked out the window.
"It's late. I should go," Norway placed his mug on the table and stood up, "Thank you for the coffee."
Sweden nodded, "Th'nk y' for the visit." Norway simply nodded in return.
Sweden led Norway back to the front door and opened it for him. Norway started to walk out, then paused and gave a glance back towards Sweden. Their eyes met and something in both of them seemed to click. Norway blinked, then walked down the driveway back towards his house. He didn't look back at Sweden, though he felt the Swede's piercing gaze following him until he was out of view. Norway got ready for bed, then stared out his window at the small sliver of the moon until he fell asleep.
Sweden watched the smaller man go, sitting on his porch until he had lost sight of him. He walked back inside and ate a light dinner, then got ready for bed. He stared out his window, looking at the same sliver of moon. "H'w br'ken it looks," he whispered to himself before drifting off to sleep.