Not So Innocent {Norway x Reader}

"Women love when we do this, don't they?"

Warning: 'Lime' content— beware ;)

"I'm telling you; I'm the awesomest!"

"And I'm telling you… there's no way you're better than the hero!"

"You're both such fools—neither of you could be as great as me. I'm the King!"

You giggled quietly. Much to your amusement, you were hanging out with the 'Awesome Trio', which consisted of Prussia, America, and Denmark.

The four of you were currently at an evening festival to celebrate the opening of Japan's newest capital. You weren't even sure how you wound up hanging with them—but here you were, and their silly, self-centered arguing was undeniably funny.

"What are you giggling about over there, _?" Prussia smirked, turning his attention to you.

Grinning, you responded, "You three."

"What's so funny? We're serious over here!" America cut in, and pointed an accusing finger at Prussia. "I'm the best, poser!"

"In your dreams." He snickered back.

"Children, please." Denmark held out a hand while looking away, as if to cease the arguing.

Though they continued to claim themselves as the best- and, not for one second- let another say he was better without countering it.

"Just ask anyone! No one could survive without the hero—right _?" America asked, turning to you for confirmation.

"Don't listen to him, _. We all know I'm your favorite, right?" Prussia cut in, blocking America from view.

"Just shut up and go get me a beer, you two. _ here already has me as her favorite, thank you very much." Denmark interrupted, waving off the two other nations; a smirk on his usually modest face.

They're always like this… you thought to yourself, almost rolling your eyes at them. And from past experience, you knew they wouldn't stop with this 'favorite' business until you named one. Last time, you picked Denmark, only because you knew he'd boast the least to Prussia and America. This time, you considered picking the latter, because out of the three of them—he definitely whined the most about his damaged ego. If you chose him you'd probably have to hear a lot less whining no doubt.

Before you could answer, he bounced up to you, "Come on, just pick me! Pickmepickmepickme-" America yelled out excitedly, shaking your shoulders. He was grinning wide as his eyes resembled a long X.

"No, me! I'm Prussia, after all! RULER OF ALL VITAL REGIONS!" He frantically tried pulling America off of you.

Denmark howled with laughter and added in, "She picked me last time—there's no way she'd change her mind about it!" He continued laughing and playfully pushed away the two other males as you finally got away from them.

I wish they'd stop pestering me already, you thought to yourself. They were fun to be around, but sometimes they just got too absorbed into their declarations of being the 'best'.

As they continued talking (read: yelling) at each other, you sensed some movement from behind the group. Curious, you glanced over.

You nearly sucked in a breath of surprise as you noticed Denmark's silent friend Norway hiding behind a corner, his delicate palm resting flat against the side of a medal pole as he peeked at you and your friends. He had a nearly emotionless expression on his face; his dull blue eyes practically burning a hole into your back. How could someone have such empty eyes but such an intense stare?!... you wondered to yourself.

You stared back at him, though his gaze never faltered. Hey… I know that guy… you recalled slowly. I've met him maybe once. He was so quiet… I wonder if he's the shy type?

Norway took his time walking up. Once he got over to the group, he wordlessly tugged on Denmark's sleeve; trying to get his attention. You smiled. He's kind of cute.

Denmark continued to argue/joke around with Prussia and America, completely oblivious to the adorably silent nation who'd just came over.

You scowled a bit, then turned to Denmark. "Hey, Denmark. Someone's trying to talk to y-"

"-Oh, _! I've got an idea," He turned to look back at Prussia and America, "I know how we can settle this! Whoever _ decides she wants to date must be the best!"

Your face flushed in humiliation—but before you could get a word out, America pointed over to the love booth. "Yeah, let's decide there!"

"Agreed," Prussia exclaimed, "She'll pick me anyway. Let's go!" And with that, the three of them began racing over to the festival's love booth. They literally left you and Norway in the dust.

After a moment, you gingerly looked up at him—expecting to see a hint of annoyance on his features like all the other Nordics when dealing with Denmark. But instead, he still had on a poker-face.

To be honest, you'd never really noticed Norway before. Hyper-hyper Denmark always managed to overshadow him, while adorable Iceland always distracted you from him. Sweden was just as silent, but you somehow noticed him more often. Maybe because he was usually with Finland, whose white beret hat often caught your eye.

In other words, it was your first time seeing Norway since you officially met him a long while ago.

You turn to him, and smile gently. "Sorry about that. They can be pretty loud and competitive when they're together…"

He nodded. "I understand," He turned to look directly at you, "So, would you like to walk around with me?"

Your eyes widened—Norway was asking you to hang out with him? Was it only because he'd lost track of the rest of the Nordics?

After a moment, you agreed. "…Sure." You smiled at him again.

The festival, needless to say, was decorated in a beautiful Japanese style. Red paper lanterns hung from the cherry-blossom trees, most people walked around in colorful kimonos, and there were countless booths of food stands and games to try. The starry night sky glowed with a full moon, and the cool breeze relaxed everyone present.

You glanced at Norway as you started walking. He still had all of zero emotion on his face. I wonder if he's always like this? And he talks in such a monotone… you sighed. No matter what you tried, you could not and would not ever be able to tell what he's thinking.

After about a minute of silence, he gently touched your hand. Your breath hitched in surprise as you felt his warm fingers slide over your palm. That movement was completely uncalled for. You looked up at him, puzzled.

"I'm performing an experiment." He informed absentmindedly.

"An experiment?"

"Yes." He left it at that, no explanation or anything.

You felt your heartbeat speed up with every passing second. You were alone and holding hands with Norway. All while walking down a busy festival. Didn't this even qualify as a date…?

Even though it wasn't- you knew it wasn't- you still felt people staring at you two. Some must have thought you were a couple. A few random people you knew looked over questioningly, as if asking if you were seriously on a date with Norway of all people.

After what seemed like an hour, you felt more movement. He still didn't speak, though you were dying to know what exactly was going on. He interlocked his fingers with yours. The way a real couple held hands. Not just two friends keeping hold of each other. This way was different.

He squeezed your hand a bit, which somehow made you even more nervous. Truth be told, it was your first time holding hands with a boy. And what was with this 'experiment' thing he'd said? "Am I some kind of test subject?" You joked, smiling sheepishly.

"Well…" He looked away, "perhaps. Does that bother you?"

You stared. Your suspicions were confirmed. "Not really…" You said without thinking.

At first you wouldn't believe it. It had seemed too ridiculous. But, he'd basically just admitted it: He wanted to know what it was like to be around females. While on a date, maybe. So being the love-oblivious person he is—he'd decided to try an 'experiment' on it without finding it odd or unusual to do such a thing.

But even though it was a weird thing to try, you decided to let him continue. He was just so cute and innocent; what could go wrong?

You momentarily stopped walking, "Do you want to try that?" You asked, pointing over with your free hand to a booth you'd been wanting to try all night. It was one where you could win a kitten! –Ran by Greece, of course.

Norway glanced over, but showed visible disinterest. "How about that one?" He looked you straight in the eye as he pointed over to the booth across from Greece's.

As soon as you saw it, your jaw dropped. You instantly felt your cheeks warm up. Norway was pointing to none other than France's booth.

It must have been the one Denmark, America, and Prussia ran off to earlier; but you didn't currently see them there. "The… love booth?" You questioned in disbelief.

He nodded; eyes still on you. He has the bluest eyes I've ever seen… you thought to yourself. His face is cute and mysterious, his hair is interesting and he dresses nice. Why didn't I ever notice him before?

As if sensing your thoughts, he stepped closer. Much closer. He gently cupped your cheek with his palm, some strands of your hair between his fingers. His face was only a few inches away. What is he- you couldn't finish the thought.

His eyes stared into yours, though they did a good job of keeping his motives hidden. Those soulless blue orbs of his kept anyone from reading him. They gave off an emotionless vibe to most, but to you—they were starting to seem more and more mysterious. Like he had many untold secrets that you now felt you'd die to know.

He had moved as though he was trying something out for the first time. Definitely experimenting. "Do you… want to go in there with me?" You asked nervously, just to make sure.

"I'd love to." He responded back almost immediately.

His voice was still robotic. But his close proximity nearly shut down your brain and made you forget how to think.

He silently pulled away, and reached for your hand again. He led you over to the love booth without waiting for a response.

"Hello _, Norway! Glad to see you two. Come in, come in—we mustn't waste time!" France greeted, walking over to you and Norway. He quickly shoved you both into a room, almost making you trip in the process.

"Uh, so what kind of game is this?" You asked. France was nearly out the door already.

He paused in the doorframe and turned, "Oh, you're just supposed to have sex~! My love meters will decide how much in love you are with each other, ooh la la."

Your jaw immediately dropped in shock. "…What?!" You shouted, face red in embarrassment.

Looking around, you noticed this was a pretty erotic room. Leave it to France to think of a booth like this…

The room was painted a glossy dark red and dimly lit. A black heart-shaped, kind-sized bed with a dark canopy was in the center. The floors were a shiny marble black, and you noticed the only light came from candles hung from the ceiling.

"Oh, couldn't you guess? Well, no matter, you can go ahead and get to it. Don't worry, I'll-"

"-AS IF WE'RE GONNA DO THAT!" You yelled back, your face still flushed.

"And besides, what are these 'love meters' you speak of?" Norway questioned.

"Don't encourage him!" You shouted.

France ignored your protests, "Oh, they're in the walls! They'll be able to detect how much noise you're making, the rhythm, and intensity! But don't worry, they don't record anything. And these walls are sound-proof, so-"

Your face felt like it was on fire. "-GO AWAY!" You shoved France out the door, just to get him to shut the hell up.

It wasn't till after he was gone that you'd realized what you just did. You had pushed him out solely to shut him up, but noticed it almost seemed like you were agreeing to it…

You sighed, forgetting about it and turning back to Norway. "Sorry about this. I should've checked to see what this booth was first. And now," you jiggled the doorknob, "he locked us in…" You groaned.

To your surprise, Norway looked somewhat chilling. He had his arms behind his back, his expression partially covered by shadows.

You smiled apologetically, "Heh… I know this is embarrassing. But I guess we can just hang out in here until-"

"-So you don't want to have sex with me?"

You inhaled sharply, What the hell?!... you thought to yourself. Oh, no… he didn't just say that. I'm imagining things, that's all… you tried to convince yourself.

He walked over to you, making your heartbeat quicken. "I'm not as innocent as you may believe." He whispered truthfully, looking up and down your body. Once he got closer, he carefully placed his hands on your waist.

You shivered. Is this why Norway's so silent?... you wondered, He's secretly an in-closet pervert?!

He came a bit closer, and gently pressed his forehead to yours. You blushed at the close proximity, and your lips parted in surprise. Okay… so I wasn't imagining things… you realized.

He experimentally gave you a quick kiss on your cheek.

You felt butterflies as soon as his lips touched your skin and you blushed even harder. You felt like he was all around you—his hands were on your waist, your chests were pressed together, and his forehead was resting on yours. You'd never been this close to a boy before.

When he pulled away, he looked somewhat pleased. He leaned in and gave you another kiss- longer this time- a smile almost on his face. You twitched a little.

He remained calm and let his left hand wander. It slowly moved from your hip to the inside of your thigh, massaging the area and subconsciously making you moan in pure bliss. As he gently rubbed it between your legs, he asked curiously, "Are you feeling aroused yet?"

You gasped a bit. "Y-You can't just ask me something like that…!"

"Oh, is it considered unusual?"

"Well, yeah…"

He didn't respond, and looked down at your mouth. Without hesitation, he leaned in and softly kissed the very corner of your lips.

You shivered. That was… too close…

He looked directly at you again. "Miss _, will you agree to try this with me? I'm quite inexperienced as you may have guessed,"

"Try… you mean…" He didn't mean that did he?

He pulled away from you and plopped down on the edge of the bed. He glanced at you and patted the spot next to him.

As if in a trance, you obeyed him. You couldn't control your legs as you began to walk over to him. His shine-less blue eyes watched your every move as you sat beside him. As you looked up at him, he subtly licked his lips. Eager.

He scooted closer till you were knee-to-knee. He's so warm… you briefly thought. "So… what do you want to do?" You asked nervously, your voice trailing off a bit.

He didn't say anything for a moment, and then pressed his warm hand to your bare knee. You shivered upon contact. His eyes roamed all over your body as he leaned in, and gently nuzzled his warm face into the crook of your neck.

The tips of his soft hair tickled your throat. The overall feeling sent shots of electricity-like waves through your body, "N-Norway…"

He gingerly gave you a kiss on your collar bone, "I've never done this with anyone before…" He admitted quietly.

You breathed out slowly, trying to steady your heartbeat. "Intimate…" You whispered shyly.

"Exactly. You're smart; I like that."

You couldn't believe this was happening. Norway- the innocent and silent Nordic- was straight-up coming onto you. But he'd pretty much explained it was only to see what it would be like. An experiment. That he'd never done anything like this before.

And you were enjoying it. Every time he touched you, you had to suppress a shiver. There was just something about him- maybe it was his mysterious personality, emotionless tone, or mesmerizing blue eyes- that completely drew you to him.

He slowly pulled you into his lap, and you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. "Women love when we do this, don't they?" He whispered softly, burying his face into your chest as you straddled him. You tried not to giggle—strands of his hair tickled the mounds of flesh in a purely suggestive way.

You looked down, and your face burned red. Okay, first, you weren't even sure if he liked you. But you could already tell you were starting to fall for him. Is it okay to be doing such things when you're not even aware of each other's feelings? "Norway, do you…" You began, avoiding eye contact.

"Do I like you romantically?" He finished for you, tone free of emotion as usual.

You cringed a bit. "Well… yeah."

He moved to lie on his back, bringing you down with him. Your breath hitched when you realized you were now lying on top of him. "If I wasn't interested in you, would I be so curious to try such things with you?"

"But I thought… you were just experimenting?"

"Maybe I only want to experiment with you."

Your eyes widened in realization—he only wanted you? He wasn't doing this because he wanted to know what it was like overall?

"You're sneaky." You deadpanned, looking straight into his eyes.

He smirked. "It was the time I first glimpsed you that I thought of the idea,"

"To try… things?"

"Yes, only to realize tonight I only wanted you."

You looked away, flustered. "And I'd thought you were so innocent…"

"Not anymore," He wrapped his arms around your waist, and pressed you down to his chest. "_... can I?" You could almost hear the desperation in his voice.

Before you could respond, you heard yelling from beyond the door. "My love meters aren't picking up on any moaning! Get to it already, oh hon hon hon~!"

Your face flushed. "Stupid France…" You looked down at Norway, only to see him smirking suggestively.

You had never seen any kind of expression on his face. But this one…

He moved his warm hands from around your waist, and placed them inside your shirt. You gasped in surprise as he began lifting up the hem without your permission, "Norway-"

"-Shhh. I'd like to try it, wouldn't you?"

Soon after, clothes went flying, moans were heard, and you both lost something that night. Stupid France got what he wanted. At least the sign on the door was honest: Not responsible for things lost during this game. Including virginity.

A.N.: Oh my gosh, I adore the Nordics *_*

I really hope I was able to pull off Norway's mysteriously-silent-emotionless personality, while still keeping him romantic, in-character, and yet not-so-innocently curious…? TELL ME IN THE REVIEWS! :0

OH! AND…AND… DIDYA GET THE REFERENCE? OMG WHOEVER GOT THE REFERENCE FROM MY LAST A.N. IS AWESOME. OKAY? JUST AWESOME. IF YOU GOT THE EXPERIMENT THING FROM ICELAND'S CHAPTER THEN I LOVE YA FOR REMEMBERING, 'KAY?

-Usa chan (:

Next time: Denmark— "Friends with Benefits"