The Harem

Chapter Four

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"You picked her?" All three of the other girls asked simultaneously. They stared at Iceland in disbelief. All of them had been expecting him to pick them. Iceland just shrugged, "I should probably get ready." Finland stuck out her bottom lip in a pout, "At least let us help you get ready for your date!"

Denmark and Sweden pulled the Icelander out of bed and placed kisses along his neck as Finland pulled down his sweat pants. "Where are you taking her?" Finland asked curiously and chuckled at the teen fighting to yank his pants up. It was embarrassing to let them see him in his birthday suit. "We, we are going to the hot springs- please stop kissing me and help me out." They smiled, even Sweden, and continued on to make Iceland look handsome.

Finland sighed dreamily, "Oh, the hot springs. I have many good memories from there." Her and Sweden shared a look and she walked over to Iceland's closet to flip through his clothes. Denmark dug through Iceland's dresser, trying to find a pair of clean underwear for him to put on. Iceland stood there, frowning as he watched the two girls dig through his things. Sweden was standing behind him, and wrapped her long arms around his neck, hugging him gently as they watched the girls work. "Don't want to get in the way." Sweden replied simply, giving her unasked-for reason for not helping. Finland made a whiny noise, "Emillll! You need new clothes! You have nothing nice! It's all so boring."

"Thanks. It's not my fault I've never had a girlfriend," he sulked in annoyance at Finland's remarks. "Yes it is!" Denmark reassured with a chuckle and pulled out the only white, button up, short sleeved shirt that he owned and a pair of black shorts. After Iceland changed into the clean outfit, he set off towards the bathroom to freshen up. On his way there, he witnessed Norway cladding her sexy body. He only saw her behind, although his mind was raging with curiosity.

He stepped inside the bathroom quickly and decided to take a two-minute shower. His muscles relaxed as soon as the warm water exploded from the shower head. Sighing out in relief, he scrubbed his body down and washed his hair. Nervous yet excited, he continued to ponder about what the future held for him.

Before Iceland's thoughts could linger for too long, rapid knocks echoed through the bathroom. "Hurry up, Ice." It was Denmark's voice, which surprised him. "Give me a second!" He called out before turning off the water. He toweled himself off and rushed through getting dressed. He didn't want to make Norway wait too long. He was extremely nervous as he combed his hair in front of the fogged mirror.

Shortly after brushing his teeth and brushing himself off of any imaginary dust, he exited the bathroom to see an upset yet stunning Norwegian. He blushed at her beauty. She had light blush on her cheeks and light blue eye shadow to compliment her short, baby blue, low-cut, A-line dress with a pair of simple, white canvas shoes. Iceland was instantly concerned, looking at each of the girls for an answer. Instead he blurted out, "What happened?" Norway pouted at his question and crossed her arms over her chest. "They closed down the indoors hot springs!"

Iceland frowned as well; that was bad. That completely ruined their plan. "Oh, well I guess we could do something else." Norway crossed her arms, "I wanted to go to the hot springs." Iceland didn't really know how to comfort her, "Maybe we can go to a different one on another date." After thinking about it some more, a simple movie and dinner didn't sound too bad. He had never been on a date before. The extravagant stuff could wait.

Huffing softly at the ruined plans, Norway glanced over at Finland, who seemed ecstatic about the cancellation of the romantic event. The teenager settled for dinner and a movie. "I guess we can take my car?" Iceland asked in a jittery voice with uncertainty. The taller women nodded, "Ja, that sounds good." He could identify the disappointment in her tone, but decided to try a hand at flirting.

As they walked to his car, he was nervous. He had never really flirted with a girl before. "Y-you look beautiful Nor." Norway nodded, still looking disappointed about their previous plans, "Thanks..." Iceland swallowed and started to drive, looking over at the girl who was staring out the window. He admired what she was wearing. It was a simple baby blue dress that somewhat sparkled. It was pretty and went well with her darker eyes. He wanted to say more, but he didn't know what. He watched her as she dropped one of her hands off of her lap and it landed palm-up beside her thigh. She let it rest there for a while, until she looked over at Iceland, who looked back to the road, almost embarrassed by being caught staring. She huffed and put her hand back in her lap.

Glancing over again, he raised an eyebrow in puzzlement. "What's wrong... pr-pretty?" Norway couldn't control the twitch of a smile on her mouth. "I won't scold you on anything, but I placed my hand out for you to grab it." Iceland bit his bottom lip in nervousness at his mistake. "I'm sorry, Nor..."

He hadn't even realized that was what she had been hinting at. He was really messing this up, but it wasn't his fault! He didn't know what he was supposed to do or say. He internally groaned, this was why he had never had a girlfriend before. Norway wanted to laugh at his inexperience, but she wasn't going to be mean to him. She'd give him another chance to fix his mistake. With a faint sigh, she let her hand slide from her lap again, catching Iceland's attention. He wasted no time in reaching for it and holding onto it tightly. "There you go." Norway whispered just loud enough so he could faintly hear her.

The teenager was honestly trembling as he held her hand. Her skin was soft and hands were dainty. He could feel his hand start to sweat as his heart quickened its pace.

"You're nervous," she pointed out gracefully as she secured the hold of their hands. "Well, don't be." He smiled at this, slowly becoming confident yet still unsure of himself and the entire procedure.

"So where are you taking me?" Norway smiled sweetly. It was too early for them to go eat and she was wondering if he even had a plan. Iceland froze. "Umm. Well..." He had no plan.

Upon noticing his hesitation of words, she concluded that he was absolutely clueless. She wanted to be his first date, but then again she didn't expect to teach him the basics of dating. He really was a novice to the dating world. Norway released his hand so he could make a proper turn onto the next road. "Don't forget to put on your blinker, Emil." Norway couldn't resist scolding him for that driving mistake. She licked her lips before speaking up, "How about we go roller skating?" That was something Iceland was surprising good at, but Norway was not as skilled. He decided to voice this concern, "Aren't you terrible at that though?" She giggled at his question, "That's why you're going to help me and give me some experience." Iceland nodded shyly, "Okay, let me turn around then."

After making an illegal U-turn and a small amount of scolding, Iceland located the roller skating place. He was worried about how to treat her and thought of a compliment. "Nor!" He shouted out after parking and killing the ignition. Norway looked over at the blushing Iceland with wide eyes. "...What?" He slapped his shaky hands over his face in embarrassment. "You look very pretty... And cool, I guess?"

Norway nodded, confused by his sudden outburst, "O-okay...thanks?" Poor kid, she thought, shaking her head slightly. She sat in the car while Iceland got out and waited for him to come open the door. He stood there waiting for her and she got frustrated. She got out of the car and huffed at him, "Emil. You're supposed to open the car door for your date." Iceland blushed and apologized, "Oh...sorry." She shook her head and shut the car door, "Just don't forget next time alright?"

"I won't forget. I promise!" Iceland exclaimed, inhaling and exhaling nervously at the increasing distance between them. Norway brushed her dainty hand against his, indicating that she wanted him to hold it.

This trick he knew. Iceland grabbed her hand as they walked inside. Norway smiled at him, he really needed to get a grip. They rented their skates and went to go sit down and lace them up. Norway got hers on first but refused to stand up. At the time of her suggestion, roller skating had sounded like a great idea. But now that the wheeled shoes were on her feet, she was regretting mentioning it. Iceland stood up and moved with ease, taking their shoes to put in a locker. Norway sat on the bench rolling her legs forward then backwards. Iceland came back and offered a hand out to her, "Are you ready?"

She permitted a dazzling smile to grace her face at the hand that was shaking slightly for her to grab. Leaning forward and taking his hand, she stood a little taller than him. Almost instantly, the Norwegian lost her balance and clutched onto him. Glancing over to the other roller skaters, she frowned momentarily. "Emil, you have to teach me." Iceland blushed as he held her hand and carefully tugged her along onto the staking rink. Right away, Norway stumbled as soon as their hands disconnected. "Ahhh!" She screamed in terror as the slippery tan wooden floor reached her face, which attracted a large amount of attention. Guys started to look over and chuckle at the sight of Norway's floral panties showing from under her dress. Iceland noticed the group, that a few girls mixed in with, snicker at the scene.

Iceland frowned and helped Norway up. She was blushing brightly, embarrassed that she had fallen. Iceland held on tightly to her hand, "Don't let go of me, Nor. You'll be alright." Deciding to help her out more, he turned and grabbed both of her hands. "Just shuffle your feet a bit. I'll go slow." Expertly, he started skating backwards, gently pulling Norway along. His nerves had calmed, instead of thinking about the date and everything he was doing wrong, he focused on helping Norway.

Things between them were becoming romantic and the lights dimmed slightly as the music choice changed. Iceland gazed into the mesmerizing dark indigo eyes as they twisted around. Blushing furiously, he turned away and loosened his grip. "Do you think you can handle it now?" He asked loud enough for her to hear over the music.

Norway had gotten the hang of it but she shook her head. "No, I need help still..." She held tightly onto his hands as they continued to skate. Iceland was still blushing and wished he could get her to stop staring at him. He was nervous and his hands were sweaty. Norway kept her eyes locked on him though. Iceland was handsome, just a bit unsure of himself and awkward. He was still just a teenager and had time to grow into himself.

"Your dress is nice... Um... Uh, it really compliments your-" He cut himself off when he started to stare at her pushed up cleavage. "Compliments what?" Norway asked in an innocent voice on purpose. Iceland coughed awkwardly, "Your breasts!" He blurted out and tugged away from her body in utter embarrassment.

Norway realized what her next lesson would have to be. The difference between flattering and being rude. Did Iceland really think he could say something like that and get away with it? Norway sighed; he really was clueless.

Iceland had let go of Norway, who instantly gravitated towards the railing. Just because she had gotten the hang of it did not mean that she felt comfortable skating without some sort of support or assistance. She watched as Iceland skated around the rink a couple of times. She figured he was trying to rid himself of his embarrassment. She waved him over and he rolled up to her. "Sorry..." He mumbled. Norway shook her head, "No, it's alright." She glanced over at the snack bar in the corner. "How about we have a quick snack?" Iceland glanced over at it as well, "Alright." He helped her off of the rink because she was afraid of falling again.

While they skated over to the snack bar, Norway heard a teenage boy around Iceland's age whistle at her when they passed by. "Damn girl! You're looking fine," the stranger hooted and another guy joined in with a deafening whistle. These actions irked the Icelander, but he wasn't sure what to do. Ignoring them would show that he was the bigger person. However, the second one of the guys grabbed her butt through her dress, Iceland whirled around to deck the teenager in the jaw. Norway's eyes widened at her brother's rash decision.

"Emil!" She said, covering her mouth. The other teenager, who upon further examination Iceland realized was much larger than him. "You'll pay for that you brat!" He got up and grabbed Iceland by the collar of his shirt. Norway panicked, she didn't know what to do. "Don't hurt him!" She grabbed onto the larger man's arm.

"Step away, girl. This kid is going to learn his place!" The large teen roared, yanking his arm away Norway's hold and pulling his fist back. Before he could strike the Icelander, Norway accumulated all of her strength into her body and tackled into the larger teen. Swiftly moving, she kneed him in the crotch and Iceland was released from his hold. He rolled on the ground, cupping his injured jewels. "You step off, bastard!" Norway hissed loudly. "Don't you ever touch or look at me again." Iceland's breathing raced and he felt like he was going to hyperventilate at that moment. "Come on, Em. Let's just get out of here." Iceland frowned as he hung his head low. "I can't do anything right!" He shouted out as he watched her take off her roller skates and walk over to their locker. Norway turned to see Iceland looking flustered. "We still have time to have fun," Norway whispered sweetly as she cupped Iceland's face. "I'm sorry we had to deal with that jerk," she apologized and he shook his head. "Don't apologize. It was my fault for reacting." Norway smiled softly before connecting their lips together.

She pulled away and stroked his face, "You were sticking up for me. That's admirable." She handed him his shoes and went to go put hers back on. They left the skating rink and sat in Iceland's car for a bit, both at a loss for what to do. They sat in silence until Iceland broke it with a simple, "How about the park?" Norway shrugged, "That could be fun."

Norway's stomach started to grumble once they pulled out on to the main road. Iceland thought he heard something, but ignored it and thought of the noise as trivial. "I'm actually hungry, Em... Where would you like to take me?" Iceland blushed at the thought of bringing a beautiful woman to dinner with him.

Iceland thought of all the restaurants Norway liked. Hopefully, the restaurants Norway liked as a male would be the same as a female. "How about that small corner diner that you and Denmark talk about so often?" It wasn't too far from where they were and Iceland had never been there himself. Norway shrugged, "I guess that sounds fine." She had been hoping for something a bit nicer, but she had to give him props for knowing what she liked.

"Did you have fun skating?" Iceland asked cautiously, secretly hoping that he didn't upset her with making a scene and all. Norway hummed a sweet song that she learned years ago and it sounded better with a feminine voice. "Hmm? Oh, yeah. I had fun, except when I fell down." She casually laughed the entire situation off as something minute.

Iceland nodded, "...yeah. When you fell." He scratched the back of his neck as he drove. He wasn't good at conversing. Norway tucked some of her long hair behind her ear and glanced out the window, "We're almost here." She mused. Iceland was relieved; the car was stuffy thanks to his failure.

It was somewhat busy for a Saturday at three in the afternoon, but he eventually located an empty parking space. "We're here," Iceland announced softly after silencing the ignition. He climbed out of the car and shut his door. He glanced down at his cellphone and turned to see Norway with a faint scowl on her face. "Really, Em?" She refused to open the door for herself. It wasn't that she was snobbish; she was just trying to force chivalry into him. Iceland's mouth open in shock and he hurried over to swing the door open. "You have to remember these things. Keep it up and you can forget a second date." The Icelander panicked, "No, Nor. I want to take-" Norway silenced him with a finger pressed against his lips as she climbed out of the car. "Just learn from it. That's what experience is after all." Iceland nodded and reached out to grab her hand without looking and grabbed her hip. "S-Sorry, sorry!"

Norway shook her head, "I am so thankful I'm your first date. You need a lot of work." Iceland blushed and turned away, opening the restaurant door for her, but refusing to look at her. He followed her inside and they were seated at a table. "Now," Norway said, "Are you going to sit next to me or across from me?" She bat her pretty eyelashes at him. Either way was fine, she just wanted to see what he would prefer. "Uh...I'll sit across from you." He gulped before adding, "Is that right?" Norway laughed lightly, "That's fine, but you can sit next to me too. Makes it a bit more intimate." Iceland blushed a the last word.

His heart started to race as he watched Norway scoot over to the inside on the red, leather seat at the booth table. He hesitantly slid in beside her and bit his lip. "What kind of drinks can I get for you two?" Iceland was going to order first, but felt like allowing Norway to take lead. "I'll have a glass of red wine." Iceland's eyes widened at his sister's request. The waiter looked at her with a knowing look and nodded, "Alright and you?" Iceland sputtered out, "I think I'll have Coca-Cola." He winked at Norway as soon as Iceland looked down at his menu then looked at the woman next to him. "You're not even of age where we live. Aren't you suppose to be at least 21?" Norway shrugged, "I'll be 20 in May." Iceland frowned at his older sibling. That wasn't the point.

The waiter came back with the drinks for the two of them and then asked them if they were ready to order their meals. Norway ordered first, getting her favorite menu item. Then Iceland ordered, getting something small and light to eat. He wasn't all that hungry. His nerves had sucked his appetite. The waiter nodded and left, leaving the two of them alone for a while. They sat in silence and Norway reached down and grabbed Iceland's arm and draped it over her shoulders. "There." She said, "You needed some help."

Blushing at the placement of his arm, he felt a little awkward and accidentally let his eyes travel down to the roundness of her breasts. Without saying anything, he retracted his arm from around her shoulders and flinched at her teasing giggle.

"Emil, there's nothing to be bashful about. You're allowed to look." Norway said with a playful smile gracing her lips. Iceland blushed a deeper red, he had been caught staring. Norway, deciding to be flirtatious and tease her date, leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Maybe if this date goes smooth, I'll let you touch them."

Inhaling sharply, Iceland wanted to hide in a cave of blankets and never come out. Now, he was beyond the definition of nervous and humiliated. "I,I,I,I- uh I... Oh I need to lea- the bathroom!" Iceland stuttered out incoherently after watching Norway squeeze her mounds together. He nearly tripped while forcing himself out of his seat.

Norway contained the roars of laughter that threatened to leave her mouth. He was so innocent and it made her just that much more attracted to him. Iceland splashed water on his face in the bathroom. He didn't know why she strove to embarrass him so much. It wasn't funny or amusing to him, he was already nervous and stressed about this whole dating thing. And now she was making it that much worse by mentioning things like touching her. He splashed more water on his face at that thought. He needed to pull himself together. She was just trying to help. Norway wanted him to have experience for when he went on a date with someone in the future. That's all. He groaned and hung his head.

Finally building up the courage, he departed from the bathroom and inhaled a deep breath before exhaling it slowly with a tremble. "I can do this..." He pep talked himself as he returned to the table with Norway and yummy plates of food. "Come. Sit down, Emil."

"The food arrived while you were in the bathroom." She said softly, "I waited for you to come back before eating." Iceland nodded, "Thanks." The two of them started eating, complimenting how good the food was. It wasn't what you thought of when the words "first date" came to mind, but it was a good restaurant nonetheless. Norway glanced over at Iceland's plate, "Yours looks awfully good. May I have a bite?" Iceland shrugged and pushed his plate towards her, "I don't care."

Norway rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Wrong." Iceland gave her an exasperated look, "What do you mean wrong?" Norway stabbed a piece of her fish with her fork and turned to Iceland. "You're supposed to do it like this." She held up the fork to Iceland's face and smiled, "Open up Emil." Iceland blushed out of shock and opened his mouth just enough for her to push the food into his mouth with a bit more wrist action than was necessary. She smiled as he chewed and swallowed the bite of food. "Was it good?" She asked with a soft sweetness to her voice. He nodded, "Y-yeah." She turned back to her food and with a loss of the sweetness in her voice said, "Good. Now, next time I ask for a bite you know what to do."

Iceland nodded, sweating worried bullets at how many times he was messing up. "I'm sorry and I'll... I'll..." He trailed off in stutters before stabbing a piece of his stuffed crab and turning to her. He grabbed her by her chin and shoved the food inside of her unprepared mouth. She recoiled, swallowing the piece of crab stuffing and frowning. "Emil..." She sighed out. Originally, she was going to lecture him but his facial expression changed her emotions.

She gave him a supportive smile, "It was delicious. Thank you." Iceland seemed to relax a bit. "You're welcome..." He went back to eating his food. Norway glanced at him; he was trying so hard. She put her hand on his thigh, catching his attention. He looked at her and she pat his leg a couple of times. "You're doing a good job Emil, you really are." She was stretching the truth a bit, but he needed a bit of reinforcement.

He smiled for a few seconds at her and then returned back to his food. "You're improved since the beginning." Norway leaned over to whisper in Iceland's ear, "Watch this..."

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