Author has Massive writers block...I've started four or five chapters for other stories and I am just stuck right now.
Sorry ladies and gentlemen.
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The internet had lied to him.
Norway would have to find an appropriate way to deal with that later. Now, however, he was stuck watching America fawn over Romania because the smaller nation had given her a heart-shaped box of chocolates. Not over blown or massive. Dull blue eyes glared at the box as if it were full of poison.
Damned Europeans.
The fanged male was well known as a supporter of America through their NATO efforts with Afghanistan. However, it irritated him that she was blushing and thanking Romania repeatedly. And that she tucked back a lock of her hair as her hands clutched tightly to the gift.
It was annoying as hell, because it should have been his gift that made her blush like that.
Norway knew of America's 'Valentine's Day' commercial holiday for lovers. Thanks to one server called 'Google', that America kept referencing. It was customary in America to exchange gifts that were practically all colored red, white, or pink. Cards, candies, and flowers were traditional. However, the internet -pack of lies- had specifically told him it was on the 14th of February. Today was only the 13th.
So, he had expected that bringing his gift for her tomorrow would be acceptable. Now, however, he understood that it was a mistake to assume anything when America was concerned.
Especially near Romania. Didn't she remember that Romania had worn ribbons on his hat?
He'd seen how the nation had stuck by America's side through many recent political endeavors. America had begun to notice Romania, more so than normal. It had the Nordic nation attention now, as well. Norway had assumed it was just because Romania preferred his people's current inclination toward the 'superpower'.
Yet, as he watched the pair, he grew more and more annoyed by the shy smiles America sent to Romania. Or how Romania looked so damn proud of himself. Too proud... and was Romania looking at America's...? Oh yes, yes he was.
Norway's eyes narrowed subtly.
He could deal with Switzerland liking America for her giant guns. He could handle an annoyingly parental England.
America blushed lightly at something Romania said, and she gave a small laugh. Her blue eyes twinkled, and Norway continued to stare at them stoically. Romania leaned closer and nearly whispered something in her ear.
This though... oh watching this was going to piss him off.
It might not have been so bad, and riled him quite so much, if Romania did not posses magic as well. True, England had some, but he was America's older brother. There was no way of getting around that fact. Norway had made it a point to get along with him at a Christmas party so he would be in England's good graces when Norway truly started to pursue America.
And, now the groundwork had been laid. England considered Norway a decent 'chap'. Whatever the hell that meant to the British.
So, logically, America should have been trying to get to know him better. However, his subtle attempts at flirtation, and 'courting' her had all fallen flat.
The internet, which he would still destroy later, had told him that Valentine's day was an excellent in not slightly clichéd day to declare one's affections. The blonde male shifted in his seat, a for-Norway- frown on his face. Which meant that it looked almost exactly the same, except the corners of his mouth might have lowered by a whole quarter-centimeter.
If the fanged nation did not leave her alone soon, he was going to have to actually go over there and politely inform Romania of his intentions to-
Iceland's face was suddenly in front of his. His little brothers violet eyes were wide and confused.
"Why are you staring at America?"
He shifted his gaze toward the window. "Contemplating something."
"Contemplating? What do you have to contemplate?" Iceland asked, clearly noticing his older brother's odd behavior.
Dull blue eyes glared at the person that dared to interrupt his inner musings.
"Leave it alone."
Iceland looked at him, and then at America. Something flashed across his face.
"Do you like America?"
Norway turned toward him fully.
"What of it?" Norway asked in a monotone fashion. There was no need to deny it, he was going to figure out a way for America to understand he was trying to date her.
Somehow.
"Well," Iceland floundered, "what are you going to do about it?"
Norway stared at him. That was the part he was working on, but originally his plan had been for tomorrow.
"I will give her a gift tomorrow."
"Why tomorrow?"
"It's an America holiday for lovers," Norway replied.
"You're doing it all wrong," Iceland informed him with a shake of his head. "Tomorrow will be too late,"
"What do you mean?" The taller male asked neutrally.
Iceland made a subtle gesture over to where Romania was steadily getting America to laugh and flirt.
Norway felt his ire rise. It did not matter if it was his little brother said was true or not. He normally reserved his anger for important things. Mainly war... and choking Denmark.
Ah, such a blissful feeling, the last one.
He stared the other male nation down, however Iceland just smirked at him.
"Oh really?" He asked dryly, his dull blue eyes watching as the smaller male nation with disinterest.
Iceland appeared to be greatly enjoying himself at his older brother's expense.
"I could get her to date you," the white haired nation said with a knowing look. "Easily."
Norway was listening.
"Why would you do that?" The magical nation asked suspiciously.
"You stop making me call you big brother." Iceland said quickly.
Hm...
"No." Norway replied promptly and turned to leave the room.
America let out a loud laugh, and Norway stiffened. He turned back toward his brother with a fiery look in his normally dull eyes. Iceland was patiently waiting. He must have gotten his smugness from Denmark's influence.
A pity, that.
"Prove it, first." Norway said with a narrowed gaze. If Iceland was lying...
Well, he was on excellent terms with Finland and everyone knew what his people were famous for.
"Just watch," Iceland said with a victorious expression.
Norway watched his brother walk over to the female nation as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He was even slightly proud that Iceland managed to hold his own against the glare Romania leveled in his direction.
"America!" Iceland said, a little louder than necessary to get her attention.
The female nation stopped talking immediately.
"Yeah? What's up dude?" She asked, turning toward the white-haired nation with a large smile.
"England says you can't date Norway."
A strange look crossed her face and Norway watched her freeze in place. America's glasses, Texas flashed as she looked up. Her blue eyes widened and she looked at Norway as if he had a giant neon sign above his head. He stood unmoving under her stare. She gazed back at his brother.
"America-" Romania tried to get her attention.
She held up a hand to stop the fanged-nation. Her attention was solely focused on Iceland.
"What?" She asked. "What did you say?"
"England says you can't date Norway." Iceland repeated with a perfectly straight face, his violet eyes blinked innocently. "Actually, I think he said he forbade you."
Norway could almost see the air around America shift.
"Forbade me?" She echoed as her eyebrows nearly rose to her hairline.
The female nation drew up to her full height. A determined look on her face. Norway noticed Romania's sour expression and the heated glare in his direction because...
She was coming this way.
He gave a look to Iceland. One that asked 'how the hell did you do that?'. Except it was on a face that betrayed nothing of his inner fascination. Norway could only watch, half-mystified, as America marched toward him. She pushed a lock of hair out of her face and gave him a heart-stopping smile.
"Hi."
"Hello America," he replied neutrally, though his palms had started to sweat a little bit.
She grinned at him.
"Let's go handsome." She said with confidence practically radiating off o her.
He stared at her blankly.
"Go?" He asked neutrally.
"Yep." America replied twining her arm with his almost without waiting for him to respond. This was a pleasing turn of events. He drew in a breath.
America started waving, drawing the gazes of a few nations.
"NORWAY AND I ARE DATING!" The exuberant blonde yelled at the top of her lungs.
His dull blue eyes landed on her bright ones. Well. That solved his problem rather nicely.
He almost couldn't believe she would just come out and say that. Without even asking him what he thought about it. Then again, it was America.
Every other nation paused. Multiple sets of eyes swung over to the dopey grin on America's face as she stood with a stoic-looking Norway over by the door.
"Oh! Thanks again Romania! See you next meeting." America said happily, holding her box of chocolates and waving at the fanged nation that was glaring at Norway.
Norway felt the barest hints of a smile on his face. America looked at him with a flirtatious expression, before her blue eyes twinkled and she was dragging him out of the room.
"I'm hungry. Let's go eat. Come on dude, pick up the pace... you used to be a Viking." Her lyrical voice carried down the hall.
Silence reigned for several moments.
Then it was broken by muttering and some laughter. Romania was radiating an aura of death that even had Russia moving away.
Also, Iceland looked particularly smug about the whole ordeal... for him.
However, a male nation with a white and blue scarf was the most amused. His green eyes were twinkling in delight at the scene which had just unfolded.
"Yeah," The Netherlands said, tapping his pipe gently against the side of a waste bin. "That'll really piss England off."
The older nation decided he wasn't really all that busy. In fact, he could make the next ten to fifteen world meetings easily. He just might have to rearrange his schedule.
Because there was no way he was missing England's face when the island nation found out.
The Netherlands suppressed a childish squeal of delight.