Norway?
ALFIE: WE'RE BACK AFTER A LOONG HIATUS!
NATE: YUP AND BOY ARE THESE GONNA BE OUT OF ORDER! (LATE BY 5 DAYS)

You were causing a ruckus. And you didn't care. Norge, your boyfriend was being an idiot. He may been part of a family but so were you. That didn't give him the right to ditch you and come to this party with his brothers instead of you. You screamed.

"No Norge you don't get it!"
"You're causing a scene Poltava," he said in a hushed tone.
"Good!" you began, "you love your family I get that." you smiled wryly. "I don't want to compete. I-I'm sorry."
You were running outside before you knew it. Your thigh long braid trailing behind you. You sat in your car and turned on the ignition. Your favorite CD began to play.

I'm at a payphone trying to call home-
Next.
Beauty queen of only 18 she had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
You began to cry. You didn't close the car door. You closed it gingerly. Your white hair began to get messy from all your crying and running. The song was over by the time you stopped crying. All that was left were sad little sniffles along with tear stains on your gigantic gray hoodie and on your jeans. Your intense blue irises looked around for a mirror. You must have been a mess from all the crying. Eyeliner, smeared. Nose, sniffly and red. Yup you were a hot mess.
You fixed your make up, turned the car off and walked back to the party. There was a game going on. Norway was sitting on the couch far from the excitement. Greece and Peru walked out of the closet. Norway looked at you and vice versa. You walked over.
"Hey I-" he and you said at the same time. You gestured for him to go first.
"About earlier, you were right," that's a first, "Maybe I can spend less time with Iceland and the others. They're not kids anymore," damn. You shook your head furiously. Before you could retort, Italy shoved a hat into your face. You pulled out a picture of you and Norway hugging underneath a weeping willow. It was taken when the two of you were both first dating. You were in the SwedenFinland stage. Making you two the most horny couple out of the Nordics. You sighed and walked to the closet. You walked in with Norway following. Once the door shut turned to face Norway, who was pointing to something.
You looked up and saw a mistletoe hung on the ceiling. You gave him a peck on the lips. Apologies were said and lips were locked.
=OUTSIDE THE DOOR OF SMEXY HOT SMEX=
"Oi Den, ya sure they're not gonna fight again?" Scotland asked as he gulped down a shot. He was concerned for Norway, you could beat his ass any day. Denmark showed no concern and played "I Can't Lie" by Maroon 5 near the door.
"Pssh, Norge'll be fine."
=BACK IN=
You ironically lifted a leg up into the air as the two of you kissed. You bit lightly at his bottom lip. Dominance, that was a fight neither of you won. He licked his lips and pinned you to the wall. You were short on breath. He kissed your forehead, and continued down to your collarbone. Norway bit down on your on tanned skin hard enough to draw blood.
You whimpered in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The blonde released your arms. You unbuttoned his shirt and he unzipped your skinny jeans. You unbuckled his belt. He stopped you.
"I'm not stripping this time," he murmured seductively into your ear. He pulled everything on your lower-half off. Your sock, panties, and jeans all peeled off with ease by skilled hands. Luckily, your hoodie reached down to mid-thigh. You stared at his toned body, for someone so feminine, he was one packed guy. You pushed your bodies close together and kissed him ferociously. You flipped your positions so your back was to the door and his was against the wall. You both slid down with Norway's back against the cold wall, and you still pressed again his body.
"So am I forgiven?" he asked through pants for air. You nodded. He pulled your hair to push your lips together.
As you kissed him, you continued unbuckling his belt again, and straddled him as he dryly thrust into you. You separated the kiss to moan in pleasure.
"Aaah! Fuck!" he murmured naughty phrases of his native language in your ears as he kept going. The more skin to skin friction, the two of you made, the louder you moaned. You clawed at his back.
"O-Oh, m-more Norge!" he pulled out when the door was letting in light. He tossed your jeans at you, urging you to hurry and out everything back on. You and Norway both rushed to put your clothes back on. Once the door opened enough to let a head peek in, you sat next to him. Denmark peeked through.
"Damn! They were faking!" Denmark groaned.
"We weren't," Norway said blatantly. You blushed and covered your face. Your boyfriend pulled you out of the closet and onto the couch. You sat on his lap.
"You lied, you said the closet was soundproof."
"Well, do you want to continue in your soundproof car?"
Hot damn. You were so getting major sex time tonight.

NATE: AAGGH... I'M BLUSHING. And to viewers, sorry I'm so flaily. It's my personality. yeah so here's some porn for you. We haven't updated in a while almost a whole year!
ALFIE: Yeah, Nate's got a crap ton of stuff to write so she'll be writing slightly out of order.
NATE: due to FFN rating regulations, I cut it kinda close with this chapter... ahm... getting kinda rusty.
ALFIE: okay for fic updates here are our tumblrs. Nate's is sassyreilee. Mine is morgansempai.