It was the night of 11 January.
That night was pretty cold.
Norway and Republic of Ireland were together, alone together in a bedroom. Norway was shirtless and wore a pair of torn, old and worn jeans. He looked hot in Ireland's eyes, who sat on the bed. She stared at him, hungrily, but he didn't notice her. Norway was drinking coffee and looking through the window. It was so calm and peaceful.
Awkwardly, Norway looked at Ireland and smiled, thinking that he might need a shower later, as he watched Eire getting up from the bed.
Ireland went closer to Norway, and stared at him - like a predator eyeing its prey.
"Hi, Norway." Ireland said with a passion and lust in her voice.
Norway didn't say anything, he just stood stoic and emotionless like always.
Ireland had a smile on her face and there was a sigh of lust in her green eyes. She traced her hands over Norway's chest and abs. He blushed and added:
"I need to tell you something..."
"What is it?"
Norway took a deep breath and responded quietly:
"There will be elections soon. A new PM for my nation will be elected."
Ireland raised an eyebrow and inquired:
"Really? When?"
"On 19 January." after this, Norway turned to the window and looked outside and continued with the coffee.
But Ireland went closer to him again. She wrapped her arms around his neck.
Norway looked at her with confused, puzzled expression. He asked:
"Uh, Ireland, what do you want from me?!"
Ireland answered as she chucked:
"I want to play with your hair. Let me, please"
Finally, Norway gave in. He laid down on the bed, on his stomach.
Ireland sat beside him and began caressing his hair. It was so soft and beautiful.
Ireland swirled a curl from Norway's hair around her finger. She continued that, until she touched his another curl.
Norway's indigo blue eyes widened.
"OUCH!" he gasped "Ireland! Why you are touching my curl?!"
Ireland smiled and answered:
"I was wondering why your hair is straight and ya have that curl..."
"It's just a hair, so get away from it!!!"
But Ireland didn't listen to Norway. She grabbed the curl and pulled it, which made him annoyed and kind of angry.
However, Eire said "Sorry" to him.
"No problem." Norge said emotionless.
After those words, Ireland began kissing Norway's back. She gave it also slightly smooches and bites, which left hickies on his back.
Soon later, he got up. But Ireland straddled and leaned closer to Norway. He looked frustrated. Nor tried to push Ire away, but she didn't get off.
"IRELAND!" he snapped "G-get away f-from me!!!"
The Irish wrapped her arms around the Norwegian, who still struggled to get off away from her.
"Stay with me..." Ireland whispered "I don't want to be alone..."
Those words made Norway to think. He pulled Ire onto his chest and began comforting her:
"Don't worry, kiddo. You are not alone. I'm here." Norge started rubbing her back.
This made Ireland very happy and the smile which she usually had appeared again.
"Thank you..." she said happily as she kissed her beloved's neck.
Norway smiled too. He got up from the bed.
"I have some plans." he added.
"What are they?"
"They are related to the elections."
Eire looked hungrily at him and inquired, as she poked Norge's cheek:
"Explain me, please."
"So," Norway started "the two problems facing the Nordic nations is the rise of Islamism and the return of fascism, although Islamism is far worse the fascism. Muslim "refugees" come to our lands to preach their religion and demand that the Nordics, and whole Europe too should give up our culture and install Sharia Law. Although fascism is just as bad, fascist realise that we are falling down as a nations to dark path thanks to the rise of Islamism. So, I decided to..." there was a little pause, and he continued as he took a deep breath "...release Anders Behring Breivik out of the prison."
Norway's idea scared Ireland. Her green eyes widened as a sigh of shock and little bit disgust.
"W-what?" she stammered "Norway, are ya okay?! Breivik is a psychopath! He killed 77 innocent people! Remember the Utøya Massacre?! You will regret it!"
"Yes, I know that. But he warned us about Islamisation of Europe. He could be our last hope." Norway answered.
Then Ireland hugged Norway. He was looking at her, still a bit confused.
Time skip
"Norge?" Ireland asked as she wandered down the hall and reached the bathroom. She peeked in and found Norway, who just showered by the mirror, with an ice cube in hand, rubbing it against his neck. Ireland leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, and a pleased smile on her lips.
"What the hell are ya doing?" she asked.
Instead of answering, Norway turned to grab his shirt from the shelf. He took a turtleneck. A black turtleneck that looked really cool to him.
However, Ireland didn't want Norway to wear it. She wanted him to wear a tank top, so his muscles can be seen.
"Ya can't wear only a turtleneck in January." Ire lied.
"It's not that cold, kiddo."
"It's only -3 degrees!" This time Ireland was right. It was pretty cold, but she still wanted to see her beloved's muscular arms, which she literally worshipped.
When Norway was about to leave, Ireland followed him and hugged him from behind, by wrapping her arms around his abdomen.
"Good luck with releasing 'the last hope' out of the prison." Ireland said.
Norway turned at her. There was a slightly blush on his cheek, and a little smile on his face.
"Takk, Irland." Norway added.
Ireland pressed a gentle kiss on Norway's cheek. He blushed at that action, but still looked awkwardly.
Norway placed his hand on Ireland's back and started rubbing it. He whispered:
"Bye, Irland..."
Ireland hugged Norway tightly, really, really tightly. This made him look more embarrassed.
"Err..." he mumbled "Irland. Let me go, please."
Ireland looked at him and answered:
"Okay, Norge!"
After this, Norway was freed. He said when he went in the doorway:
"We will fight together for our freedom..."
Those words made Ireland to laugh. They made her so happy. At least, they could've protected by the Islamic radicalisation, and don't end up in the hands of the EU just like Germany, Sweden, France or even... Iceland.
19 January!
The day of the Norwegian Parlamentary Elections.
In Norway, the plan about Anders Breivik became true. Far-right paramilitary groups, along with the Nation of Norway managed to free Breivik out of prison. He became the leader of a new far-right party called "Nordic League" and creates an anti-immigration and ultra-nationalistic movement in Norway.
Anders Breivik won the elections and he overthrew the Social-Liberal government in a coup. He gained power and immediately changed Norway. Liberal Norwegians, Muslims and Communists were killed or sent to Labour camps. The only aspect of the previous government that remains is the monarchy, the problem however was finding a suitable and obedient monarch. King Harald V refused to work with the new government and he was executed by the secret police. A new king was elected - the Crown Prince Haakon, who had become Kind Haakon of Norway and supported the new government. The new Norwegian government banned Islam and closed all mosques. Like Hungary and Poland did a long ago.
King Haakon and the PM Anders Behring Breivik worked together to build a better future for Norway and his people.
On 20 January, the new PM of Norway said in a statement:
"Norwegians! Raise the Red flag with the Blue-white cross high! Go and fight for this country's freedom! Long live the Norwegian people and fatherland! Alt for Norge!!!"
After those words, the people around him started waving the flag of Norway and chanting:
"Hoorah Norway! Hoorah Norwegians! Alt for Norge!!! Vir elsker dette land!!!"
The personafication of Norway was also nearby to the area where the statement took place. He looked so proud and strong.
The Anti-Immigrant and Pro-Nationalistic Alliance - Russia, Belarus, Poland, Hungary, Slovakia, Czech Republic, Italy, Austria, Switzerland and Finland- got an another member!
