Turns out, Nyo!Norway doesn't have a human name. Or an official design.

As far as I could tell, the closest female equivalent of Lukas is Luca, which still sounds a bit like a guy's name to me, but apparently it's gender-neutral, like Kiku. So we'll go with that.

Disclaimed.

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Day 14: Genderswapped

"Sakura. Sakura! Hey, wake up!" Luca Bondevik, better known as Norway, tapped the elder nation on the shoulder. Honda Sakura, Japan, looked up, blinking blearily.

"Mm?"

"Meeting's over, sleepyhead. Time to go."

"O-oh!" The raven-haired girl jumped to her feet. "I should apologise to Luise-san for falling asleep, and I'll need to get notes off someone, and-"

"Calm down!" Luca ordered. "Don't worry. Germany was distracted by Italy, so nothing got done anyways. The others didn't notice you were asleep. Or if they did, they didn't say anything about it." She looked at the other girl suspiciously. "And since when do you fall asleep during meetings, anyway? You're usually the most attentive one here."

"Oh, I've had a lot of paperwork recently," Sakura replied, eyes wandering the room, not focusing on anyone for more than a second. "I guess it…" she paused to yawn, "…caught up with me."

Luka raised an eyebrow, brushing her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Well, you should get home and sleep. Lucky the meeting's in Japan this time." When the Japanese started to walk off without another word, she added, "How about I come with you? I'll drive."

Sakura frowned. "What about your car?"

"You drove me here from the airport, remember?" Okay, for Sakura to not remember that, she had to be absolutely exhausted. As in, shouldn't-be-allowed-out-of-the-house exhausted. After all, even though she was two millennia old, her physical and mental capabilities were still impressive, despite what she allowed the others to think. As she'd said when the two of them got drunk once, "Never underestimate the power of underestimation."

"Mmkay," the Japanese decided, standing up and stretching. "Shall we?" She yawned again, rubbing her eyes.

Luca rolled her eyes, wrapping an arm around the smaller girl's shoulders. "Let's get moving." She led Sakura out to the parking lot and into the car, starting the engine. The older nation smiled happily, resting her head on Luca's shoulder.

"You remember the way?" she checked.

"Of course I remember. I spend enough time here that I could work as a tour guide." The Norwegian rolled her eyes, pulling out of the parking lot and into traffic.

Sakura smiled against the blonde's shirt. "Mm… Of course, Ai. How could I forget…?" She yawned, curling up a little more and shutting her eyes. She was asleep again within minutes.

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When Sakura woke up, it was warm. Lovely and warm.

"Mm…" She sat up, rubbing her eyes and stretching. "What time is it…?" She glanced over at the clock on the bedside table, realizing for the first time that she was in her bedroom. "Eight in the morning?! I've been asleep for over twelve hours!" She scrambled out of bed, got her legs tangled in the dress she'd worn to the meeting, and landed on the floor with a loud crash. Stupid Western clothing!

"Wow, Sakura. So graceful," Luca commented dryly from her place by the door.

"Shut up! I hate dresses, I really do…" Sakura untangled herself and stood, wandering over to her cupboard to find something else to wear. "Now leave so I can get changed."

The Norwegian chuckled, backing away and closing the door, listening to the sound of rustling fabric. When the Japanese exited the room, she'd changed into a loose sweater, a t-shirt, and jeans, which was still Western, surprisingly. Luca decided not to comment.

"Shut up."

"You'll notice I didn't say anything."

Sakura rested a hand on her hip, an amused gleam in her eyes. "You were thinking it."

"How could you possibly know that?" Luca wondered.

"I always know," Sakura replied, smirking. "It's why I'm so good at blackmail."

"That explains so much. Come along, kjære, you can force anime down my throat if you like."

Sakura laughed quietly. "Ah, but that's what Francine-san and Amelia-san are for."

Luca frowned playfully. "I've been replaced by those idiots?"

"I'm allowed to have otaku friends."

The blonde smiled. "Well, if you must… Kidding!" she added when Sakura pretended to hit her.

"You'd better be," Sakura threatened playfully.

"Oh, I am, I am," Luca assured her. "So what should we do now?"

Sakura thought for a minute. "Two women in Tokyo, and your flight's not for another week… Shopping for magic supplies again?"

The blonde smirked. "Shopping."

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That was truly awful. Oh, well. Back to the basement for more AC.

Next up: In a different clothing style. Research time!

See ya~!

-Bird