Disclaimer: I still don't own Hetalia.

Chaptet two: Filthy rich jackass

Erik walks down the street and pull his phone to search for Ly's number he got from Emma.

He thinks a bit before calling her. He saw her at some meetings but never talked to her. She seemed like a very mysterious girl and in the same time, powerful. He liked that in a girl; he couldn't stand loud and whiny girls, they would just piss him off.

Erik is about to press the Call button but hears a loud scream. Soon, Ivan comes running down the street, crying and screaming. Erik never seen him so desperate and...scared. He backs away, letting the russian boy continue running. "GO HOME, GO HOME!" he yells, turning the corner.

Erik rubs his head in confusion, wondering why the heck the silver-haired would run so fast. He soon finds out, when someone tumbles over him and a loud sound of broken glass is heard.

"You idiot! You broke my binoculars!" an unfamilliar girl voice yells at him. He opens his eyes only to see a girl pointing a knife at him. He recognizes the girl as being Natalia, Ivan's younger sister.

"What..." Erik needs a bit to process everything. "You were the one who burst into me!" he replies, not scared about Natalia's knife.

The girl growls, pushing the knife against his neck. "You're that filthy rich jackass, am I right? What was your name? Normandia or something..." she teases, getting a dark glare from Erik. "I am Erik and my country is Norway." he hisses, grabbing on the girl's wrist. She gasps, shocked that someone actually forces a hand against her. She bites on his hand, making the norwegian shriek in pain.

"Stop it!" he pins her down, holding onto her shoulders and growls. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Natalia looks up at him, even more angered than before. "What the fuck are you doing, filthy rich jackass!" she barks back.

"Stop calling me like that!" Erik yells, thinking if killing the girl would get him in trouble. He shakes his head and lets her go, to Natalia's surprise. "Why were you chasing your brother?" he asks, calming down. Natalia stares at him in shock, not believing how fast the man changed his attitude towards her.

"I want brother to marry me, that's why." she says, full of self-confidence and Erik gives her a strange look. "Isn't that, like, illegal?" Natalia just glares back at him. "Weren't you together with your brother?" she replies back, making Erik twitch. Touche.

"I highly doubt is one of your business." Erik replies, closing his eyes, annoyed. Natalia looks at him expresionless. She never liked this guy; everytime she glares at him he doesn't get frightened or anything at all. Not cool.

Erik picks her knife up and runs a finger over the name Minsk written on it. "You even give names to your knives?" he asks, having the back of his head smacked by the belorussian. "Got a problem with that?" she stares, reaching for her knife but Erik doesn't let it go. "Let go." she demands.

"No." he just stares blankly at her, making the girl want to break his neck or something. "You will probably try and kill me." the blonde adds, staring at Natalia.

She kinda looked like him. Their hair is the samepale-blonde colour to silver and their eyes colour isn't any big difference either; just that Natalia's are a dark blue while Erik's are a dark blue to purple. Natalia's dress fits her very well, along with the black gloves she wears. Erik looks at his own clothes and notices they are almost the same colour, he even wears black gloves too!

He starts to take interest in the girl, but she isn't even close to at least see a friend in him. She sits up and moves closer to him, glaring darkly. "Give. Minsk. Back. To. Me." she sputters every word with hate in her voice. Erik just glares up at her and shakes his head. "No." he says. "A cute girl like you shouldn't play with knives."

Natalia looks back at him in shock, a pale blush forming on her cheeks. She had never been called cute by a man other than Toris. Erik sees her blush and smirks, taking her hand in his own to which the girl gasps. "D-Don't touch me!" she says, slapping the other's hand and blushes more. Erik goes back to his emotionless face.

"I'll give you Minsk for a small payment." he says and Natalia couldn't believe her ears. "I'm not going to pay you!" she says, before seeing a smirk passing the norwegian's lips. "I didn't mean in money, dear." "Then in what?" she asks suspiciously.

"A date."

Natalia blushes again. "NO." she says bluntly. "Then I guess this is going to be mine..." Erik says, flipping the knife in air. Natalias sighs, defeated. "O-Okay...I'll go on a damn date with you...But if you try something...!" Erik grins, satisfied. "I won't, I promise. I just want to spend time with a girl as beautiful as you." Erik has to admit Natalia is really beautiful, especially with that light blush on her cheeks which now increased.

"Filthy rich jackass..." she mumbles as Erik pulls out his phone. "So, give me your number and I'll come pick you up tomorow." he says, the girl glaring at him. She yanks his phone and writes her phone number in it, anger and embarassment filling her up. She throws the phone into his chest and turns around to leave.

"Bye, Natalia." Erik says melodically and she gives him a last glare. "Filthy rich jackass."

Ah, so this is where Erik got his nickname from...

A/N: I CAN COUNT TO POTATO. /shots

Anyway, yeah...Nat's knife is called Minsk after her capital. :3 For a moment, I thought I should make her just grab her knife, but decided this would be funnier seeing her unable to do anything because of a small compliment~~

And yeah, in the next chpater you'll see a totally gentleman Norway *u*~~ Thanks for reading~!3