Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. Norway and Poland, a casual meeting.


Standing outside, he didn't have to wait long for the other to arrive and he nodded at him, greeting him politely - though that was more of a habit than anything else and he was sure the other understood because he only greeted him back and asked if he'd waited long.

"I arrived early," Was Norway's response - meaning he didn't at all mind.

Normally one might be surprised to see these two hanging out with each other, it had actually been an accident that allowed it. Norway had been leaving a museum in the others country when they saw each other and Poland had seemed rather excited when he'd revealed that he rather liked art, all types of art. That's when they'd gotten to talking properly, Poland talking a mile a minute and Norway interjecting every now and then.

It was an actual conversation and somehow the Norwegian found himself agreeing to meet the other again at another museum. He'd tried to object, telling him that he didn't wish to be a bother, but the other had been remarkably stubborn and he'd eventually given in and agreed on a time and day.

Later that day, after their little visit, the Norwegian found that he'd actually enjoyed the company and genuinely meant it when he promised Poland to let him know the next time he was nearby.