A/N: NorPol, Coffeeshop AU. Ending is rather mature.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
"Relax, you'll be fine," Kristian promised his lover, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before he opened the door and pulled him inside the house with him. He could understand why Feliks was a little reluctant, honestly, he had good reason to - but he'd warned the other four to behave like normal people for once and sincerely hoped they'd listen.
Feliks clung slightly to him but the Norwegian didn't mind much, instead helping him get the coat off after pulling his shoes off and prolonging the inevitable with doing it slowly. He could hear the other four talking in the background, he didn't think they'd noticed that they'd gotten there.
Hand in hand, he led his shorter boyfriend into the living room, clearing his throat to make it clear that they were there. Four heads turned their way and he felt his boyfriend tremble slightly as they inspected him. Throwing a glare at all four, he was pleased to see them stop staring at Feliks like he was a new shiny toy, Mathias, or an interesting new species never before seen. He'd told them to behave, at least they managed to partly. For now.
Giving a sigh, he pushed Feliks slightly forward, "This is Feliks. He's mine. Don't touch him or scare him. I will make you cry if you even think to try it." Gazing blankly at them, he wasn't at all surprised to see the slight sheepish expression on that Dane he called a brother.
"Feliks, these are the brothers I've told you of," He waved lightly in their direction, not bothering to properly introduce them - he'd shown his lover their pictures and told him their names, that was all that was needed for now. And his brothers already knew about Feliks.
"Why do you all have to be so damn tall?" Feliks muttered, blushing as he realized he'd spoken out loud - and making Tino chuckle and Mathias laugh loudly, Berwald's expression didn't change much but an amused twinkle in his eyes and the smallest, and shortest, brother only rolled his eyes.
"Well, pretty, I guess it's the fun part about being from one of the Nordic countries," Mathias winked at the small blonde, ignoring the sudden dark glare from Kristian. "And I don't know about the others but s'not the only thing long about me!"
His glare darkened but lightened slightly as Berwald sighed and reached over, smacking the grinning blonde on the head, "Ouch! What was that for, you ass!?" The Swede, however, merely stared coldly at the older brother, which only infuriated Mathias even more.
"Obviously it's because you're a fool," Kristian couldn't help but coldly remark.
"Oi, I'm no fool - he's the fool!" Was the protest he got in return, along with a frown which Berwald returned at the words.
"H-hey now, let's not fight, guys," Tino tried to intervene but to no avail, the insults had only just begun and it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon, all three giving as good as they got.
Feliks backed away several steps, eyeing the trio warily - it didn't at all help that they were so damned taller than him and now they were fighting? They'd reach everywhere and he really hoped they didn't get too physical because even now was kind of scary.
The youngest of the brothers, noticing the look on his face as Tino once more tried to stop them, moved over to stand by him, casually commenting, "I bet you Ber gives in first, he's always been a sucker for sad faces. Tino's will convince him to help stop them instead of egging them on. But maybe Kris gets to rip off Mat's arms first, that'd be fun."
The shorter man gave him a look of disbelief but that didn't stop the other from continuing to speak about it. Eventually, thankfully, the three separated, Tino not the only one giving a sigh of relief for once, and Kristian was quick to move over to Feliks, wrapping his arms around him.
The evening passed mostly in the same manner of Mathias saying something, Berwald somehow scolding him and Kristian commenting with quite a bit of sarcasm - and Tino trying to stop them as the last one just watched as if it was all entirely normal.
It was a little after dinner that the Icelander turned to Kris and asked, "By the way, is your boyfriend transexual?" And caused said boyfriend to blush bright red and protest, "N-no!"
"Really? There's nothing wrong with that," He turned his stare to the shortest one in the room. "I just want to know because I made a bet with Peter saying you were. Since it's Kris."
The Norwegian rolled his eyes, "He's not. And stop making bets with Peter, you know it puts ideas in his head that he shouldn't have."
When they went to bed, having decided to stay over for the night, was the time Feliks finally relaxed properly, cudding into the side of his boyfriend. Kristian glanced at him, a slightly softer expression on his face now that they were in private, "I'm sorry about my brothers, they're all… Touched in the head somehow."
Giving a little laugh, the Pole couldn't help but agree a little, especially with the amusement he'd caught in the others tone.
The two spent several hours talking about the day, then other days, and somehow the conversation graduated into slightly more sexual parts of their lives and that was when Feliks got a bright idea. Grinning teasingly at Kristian, he moved his hand down, sliding it inside the boxers of his boyfriend and got to work, stroking him hard.
The Norwegian didn't bother to try and protest, merely pulling his boxers down to make things easier for Feliks - he'd return the favor soon enough but right now he knew well what he had planned and it didn't take long for him to be proven right by Feliks sliding down and taking his erection into his mouth.
He'd been at it for a few minutes when the sound of a door opening and a, "Holy shit!" brought them out of it and both of them turned to look at the flustered face of Mathias as he quickly stammered an apology an backed out, slamming the door shut as he escaped.
Kristian was going to kill him.
