A Blue Tie

You glanced around the room for a nation missing their tie. Noticing a few different nations, you held it up.

"Whose tie? Mathias jumped up.

"Norge that's you!" Alfred suddenly pushed you towards the closet before you could see Norway's reaction. You could hear yelling outside the closet and then a choking noise before the door opened and slammed shut. You blinked to help your eyes adjust to the darkness.

"Hello ( )."

"Hello." You rubbed your arms where Alfred had grabbed you.

"Did they hurt you?"

"Oh, you know America, a little too excitable." He grabbed your arm gently and looked at it. When he was satisfied that you weren't injured he let it go. "So Norway...how have you been?"

"Good"

"I'm glad." Silence. You didn't like quiet or the dark but you felt awkward trying to force conversation.

"You're tense. Is it me?"

"No, I just don't like the dark."

"Here." He held up a small glowing light in the palm of his hand. It seemed to float around but always stayed very close to him.

"Wow, what is it?"

"I call them lys."

"What does it mean?"

"Bright."

"Oh." He was still standing very close and you felt your cheeks heating up as he looked at you in the soft glow.

"Is there someone you wanted to be in here with ( )."

"Yes, but I didn't want to play in the first place." He frowned.

"I didn't know I was playing. Stupid Dane."

"Oh, not into this kind of game?"

"No, I'd rather choose who I and close to."

"Um, you didn't ask who I wanted to be in here with."

"It isn't my business."

"It's well… you."

"Oh," His expression didn't change and you stood there awkwardly.

"I just wanted you to know." He leaned in toward you but you pulled away. "Please don't. Not unless you really mean it."

Denmark slammed open the door you were blinded by a flash.

"Come on Norge, not even a kiss? If you keep ignoring my orders I'm going to hide your butter."

While he was distracted you slipped out of the closet and away from the game. In the background, you heard more yelling and something about Vikings. You headed upstairs toward you room to get away from the craziness. Opening a window, you lay back on the bed and breathed in the cool evening air.

"I told him, and I didn't die of embarrassment. This is good." You sighed. "But he looked so emotionless, like always." A quiet sound caught your ear and you looked up. Floating above you was the little glowing light. The lys. You reached out your hand and the light floated above it.

"Hello, there little one. Are you escaping the party too?"

"Yes, they are too loud." Your eyes widened and you stared at the lys.

"Did you just answer?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry I wasn't expecting that."

"I can do lots of things." The light floated around your head and into the air. It began to change colors. "See."

"Wow, I've never met a magical creature."

"You must have, you have the sight. Not many can see us or even hear us, but you can."

"I've never seen anything else. How does someone get the sight?"

"It is a gift. Sometimes passed from parents to children, and sometimes given by a magical creature."

"I don't think that's how I got it."

"Or there is my favorite. The gift can pass between lovers."

"Lovers? Definitely not, I don't have a lover." The lys changed color again to a pale pink.

"What about Lukas? He has the gift. You said you liked him."

"Now I'm getting relationship advice from a magical creature. What next?"

"Why not? He raised me. I know all about him."

"He raised you?"

"He found me in the forest and taught me about my magic. He helps lots of creatures."

"That's so nice."

"But he is all alone. His family thinks he is crazy because they can't see us."

"He is far saner then Denmark." The lys glowed an angry red.

"I don't like that one. He is so mean. I can't wait until all my magic is ready then I can hex him."

"You can be an anti-Denmark duo."

"You could be a duo too." You blushed.

"You don't understand. I told him how I felt and he didn't react."

"Believe me he reacted, just not externally."

"How do you know?"

"I can read people's emotions. Sometimes my color reacts to them. Like a mood stone."

"You are yellow right now, what does that mean."

"Anxious, nervous, excited. Take your pick you are really complicated."

"Oh."

"Can you read people from afar?"

"I'm not psychic."

"Sorry."

"Eh, I get it you want to know. So, I'm going to help you out. I could just tell you the truth but that isn't any fun. He's the plan…" The lys launched into an explanation of a plan to corner Norway and get him to confess. By the time it was finished you were shaking your head.

"That sounds really complicated. I should just forget about it."

"No, he really loves you ( ). I promised not to tell but I just can't hold it in anymore." The lys was a wavering blue color, most likely reflecting its own emotions, not yours.

"Why didn't he say anything?"

"Why did you wait until you were confined in a closet?"

"I was afraid…" You heard someone coming up the stairs and froze. "You should hide."

"No one else can see me remember."

"Right." You carefully opened the door and trying to pretend to have only been upstairs for a few minutes. Looking up you stopped.

"Norway."

"( )."

"I was just going downstairs…"

"Could I actually have a word?"

"Alright." Something was tickling your ear.

"I was, I mean I wanted to say…"

"Norge, we are leaving now, with or without you."

"I'm sorry I have to go."

"Spit it out, you idiot." Your eyes widened as the lys flew out from inside your hair and started circling Norway.

"What are you talking about? What are you doing? Stop that now!" You frantically tried to catch the glowing creature. Watching the show, you couldn't help but laugh.
"I think I understand. Perhaps we could talk more tomorrow at the meeting?"

"Yeah, I'de like that."

He finally cornered the lys and held it between his hands. He gave you an awkward wave and you watched sadly as he walked away and down the stairs. You listened to the door shut before you returned to your room. You shut the window and sat in silence for a minute before there was a knock on the door.

"What is it Italy?"

"Eh, I made you pasta, veh…" You raised an eyebrow, he sounded strange.

"Come in." You glanced toward the door and couldn't help but smile.

"I was expecting some pasta…and Italy."

"The idiot left me behind."

"Good."

"What?"

"Now you have nowhere to go and can explain some things."

"I'm not so sure…"

"Sit, I need answers." You sat down on the floor a little in front of the bed and you frowned. "I meant up here."

"I know."

"Fine, I'll come to you." You gave him a wicked glance before getting down off the bed and sitting on his lap.

"What are you doing ( )?"

"A little birdie told me that you haven't been honest with me."

"Please get off." You moved and sat in front of him a little bit dejected.

"Look, I need answers. I don't care if I don't like what you have to say I just need to know."

"It's hard to explain. I didn't mean too and then it was just a blabbermouth and now there are like hundreds and I can't get rid of them!"

"What are you talking about?" He paled.

"Apparently not what you were talking about…"

"Apparently."

"You said little bird."

"Tweet, tweet." He removed the lys from his pocket.

"What did you say this time?" The lys glowed a faint red and then flickered pink.

"Just that you are hopelessly in love with her." The pink deepened to red and then crimson reflecting both of your emotions.
"Traitor."

"It's or love!"

"Go bother you uncle England, ( ) and I need to have a conversation." The lys floated away in silence. "Sorry about that, she is a pain and can't keep her mouth shut. Could you just disregard everything that has been said so far from either of us?" He gave you a painfully hopeful look, but you shook your head.

"Is it true? Do you like me?"

"I um, yes." You pounced on him.

"Thank goodness, this would have so embarrassing if you hadn't." He was now laying back on the floor with your hands on either side of his head. He seemed to wince.

"( ), you're crushing my hair." You quickly moved but noted the deep blush on his cheeks as he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair. You glanced at his one floating curl as he cautiously avoided brushing that section of hair. In a moment of reflection, you recalled what had happened when someone had touched Italy's curl and your blush soon matched his.

"I didn't mean to touch…um you know.

"Too late." His kiss was sudden and demanding. Not what you had been expecting but you didn't pull away, letting him lead. His normally emotionless eyes met yours and held you gaze as he lifted you off the ground. "I've been waiting for too long to kiss you."

"Then stop talking." You leaned toward him drawing him closer before you pulled away and knocked him over onto the bed.

"What was that for."

"Waiting too long." You trapped him between your arms and began to kiss down his neck. Occasionally you glanced up at him as he watched you intently. His arms moved up and down you back massaging you lightly.

"You are very good at this ( )." You bit down lightly on his neck and felt his nails on your back.

"Don't get too comfortable." He laughed as he flipped you onto your back.

"What was that?" You feigned innocence.

"Nothing."

"Whatever, I have all night to get comfortable." Your eyes widened as he smirked down at you but you nodded in agreement.