Warnings: NSFW

It's late – well past midnight actually. Belgium glances at the small alarm clock on the bedside table, frowning slightly when it confirms it's very late indeed.

Folding her clothes neatly before placing them on an empty chair, she studies herself in the dresser mirror. What would Norway say if she sneaked into his room in only her underwear?

Shaking the thought away she quickly pulls a large white t-shirt over her head. It's just big enough to cover everything – as long as she's standing. If she bends over; she'll be giving him a nice show.

Despite the guest room being large and with a bed that looks more than comfortable enough – Belgium can't help but open the door and take a peak down the hallway.

Norway's room still has a light on in it – so he's not asleep yet either.

Everyone knows about his peculiar sleeping habits – or lack thereof. So it really isn't a surprise to her that even after he showed her the room and said goodnight a good hour or so ago; Norway is still awake.

Tiptoeing down the hallway on bare feet she gently pushes the door open ever so slightly.

She's heard the other nations talk about how the Nordics don't seem to have a care in the world when it comes to their own bodies and nudity, and staring at Norway standing there in only his boxers Belgium thanks whatever God is up there for this personality trait.

He's removing the cross-barrette, placing it on his dresser, along with a necklace Belgium has never seen before. From her position outside his room it looks like an up-side-down cross.

"Something the matter?"

Belgium flushes as he turns to face her. She can see some of the scars on his body in the soft yellow light. Darker patches of pink vibrant against his pale skin - some more prominent than others.

"No...I just wanted to say 'thank you' for a lovely evening."

Fiddling with the bottom of the t-shirt lent to her by the taller Nordic, Belgium tries to limit her admiration for his body.

Norway crosses the room to open the door fully, his eyes tracing the contours of her body upwards till blue eyes meet green ones.

"Pleasure is all mine." He goes quiet for a moment, his eyes wandering down to her legs – and for the first time in a very long time Belgium feels uncomfortable and unsure of herself.

His gaze is so intense, yet it's impossible to read his emotions or even guess what he's thinking.

Is he admiring her body? Belgium sure hopes so.

Yet he might silently be judging her, perhaps he thinks she's too skinny or not skinny enough...

The thought sends a shiver through her body, causing Norway to snap out of his own thoughts.

"Come here..." it's not a requests as much as an order, her slight hesitation is completely bypassed by the stoic male as he grabs a hold of her hand with less force than she thinks he'd use.

"Should have told me you were cold..." He mumbles as he makes her sit on the edge of his bed, his large and thick duvet wrapped around her before she can even protest as he returns to his wardrobe.

Belgium wants to tell him she's not cold, but the goose bumps on her arms are an indication she's not just shaking due to nerves.

A gust of winds runs through the room, the curtains moving as if something is trying to get in.

"You sleep with the window open when it's this cold?"

Norway nods, pulling out a dressing gown from the wardrobe – it's deep blue and looks as if it's brand new.

"I like fresh air," he hands her the garment before taking a seat on the bed, placing his hand on her forehead. "Wear it, your brother would kill me if I let you get a cold while staying here."

Despite the serious tone, Belgium can't help but laugh.

"I don't think he'd kill you – just seriously harm you." with a shy smile she grasps the hand on her forehead, intertwining their fingers as she leans against his shoulder. Contemplating what her brother really would do.

"I can live with that." he chuckles, planting a soft kiss to the crown of her head. Belgium smiles and snuggles closer to the taller nation.

A moment of comfortable silence pass as Belgium listens to his steady heartbeat.

"You're pretty strange at times."

Norway lets out a small chuckle and wraps his free arm around her waist.

"What makes you say that?"

God how she loves hearing his laughter – and his voice. They send little waves of happiness trough her, as she savours each and every word he utters. It's seldom one hears him speak – business aside – so she treasures the words he speaks to her; and only her.

"Well..." she bites her lip in embarrassment, trying to find the right explanation "You do things I'd never expect, takes me by surprise."

The Norseman raises an eyebrow – the only indication she gets that she should continue.

"I don't know...you do things so naturally yet so odd in a way; and I really wish you weren't that much of a mystery"

There, she said it. In a roundabout-way. She wants to know more about him, she wants to get to know him a lot better – share his secrets.

"Is that so..." he goes quiet for a while, as Belgium tries to calm her nervous heartbeat – with little success.

"Then what do you want to know?"

The female nation blinks a few times. It's the question she wanted but not expected to get.

"I...well...you see..." she fidgets as she can feel his cool gaze fix onto her. She has no need to be so nervous; she's as good as a sister to France. He taught her everything about love and seduction. Yet here she is: with a near-naked Nordic nation and having a hard time formulating complete sentences. France would be disappointed. Meanwhile The Netherlands would be fuming with anger. Yeah, Norway was probably right: her brother will murder him if he ever finds out about this.

"Everything I guess..." her voice trails off as she tries not to fidget too much.

"That's quite the request." he laughs and unwraps his arm from her waist. Suddenly Belgium feels a lot colder. Which is strange, because Norway doesn't emit much heat.

"I know...sorry" she mumbles and pulls the duvet further up to her chin, trying to hide the growing blush.

"Hey..don't hide..."

Belgium lets out a squeak in surprise as Norway is suddenly very close and prying the duvet of her, the cold nigh air like ice against her skin.

Before she can even consider what's happening; Norway is above her, the duvet hiding them both from the cold air like a large tent.

"There" he smirks down at her, causing the female nation to blush and wriggle slightly under his intense stare "now I can look at all of you..."

Despite her burning hot blush and the millions of butterflies fluttering in her stomach, she still manages to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down for a deep and passionate kiss.

Norway hums happily before flipping their positions. Suddenly she finds herself on top of the Nordic nation, her hands on his chest as she steadies herself.

It's strange. His skin is almost cool to the touch some places– but it's not unpleasant; far from it actually.

Norway smiles up at her, his hands on her exposed thighs, as she continues to explore his body. She's dreamt of this many a times, but nothing can compare to the real thing.

Her warm hands brush against his chest, stopping for a pause over his heart. His breathing is even and relaxed, heartbeats steadily pumping – meanwhile her own heart seems to be taking somersaults.

There's a soft glow from the moon shining through a gap in the curtains, making his skin take on a ghostly hue. It's like the fairy-tales all the Nordics seem to be so fond off – magical creatures able to take on a human appearance. If Belgium had been a normal human she is sure she would have labelled Norway one of the magical fea-folk from the moment she saw him.

Not sure what to do, Belgium leans down for another kiss; pressing her body closer to his. Norway responds eagerly, pinning her down on top of him with his hands.

She wants more – much more. Everything about him right now is perfect.

Pressing down with her hips she starts to rub against him, smirking with satisfaction when the motion gets just the result she wanted.

A small moan escape his lips, causing her to smile wildly as she lets him slowly pull the large t-shirt above her arms and off.

Neither of them care much for appearance right now and the t-shirt is quickly discarded somewhere on the floor.

She lets his hands trace down her body, stopping to cup one breasts as he leans upwards to kiss the other; Belgium can't help but arch her back against his touch. Moaning longingly she rocks against him.

She's wet and wanting. Breathing heavier as she lets him slide her panties down her legs. With a few awkward movements under the sheets - they come off, joining the large white t-shirt on the floor.

Norway licks his lips hungrily as his fingers trail down her sides, stopping to linger at the inside of her thighs. They seem to leave burning marks of passion in their wake, causing her to spread her legs further apart as she continues to straddle his hips – pushing down on his still clothed member.

This frustrates her greatly, and with as much speed and force as she can muster under the touch of his rough and callused fingers she pulls down his boxers. Norway seems amused and helps the process as best he can.

Once the garment is tossed on the floor with the rest, Belgium takes a moment to admire his entire body in all its naked glory.

She thanks her lucky start the room is dark enough to hide her deep red blush. She knows what she wants, but can't properly voice it out loud. Whimpers of want are the only noise that escapes her lips as Norway's fingers rubs her core.

However, as his strong arms shift to lift her hips upwards, Belgium pushes away the silly nervousness and leans over his chest. As he's guiding her into position, Belgium tries to push down onto him. She can feel the tip of his member pressing against her entrance, teasing her with what's to come.

Norway chuckles and smirks up at her, his blue eyes full of life and passion – the moonlight giving the effect of staring into space when their eyes lock.

Just as she's about to tell him to stop torturing her already, the Nordic male pulls her down and onto his erect member.

Belgium's lips freeze in a gasp of pleasure as he fills her entirely.

Digging her nails into his skin earn her a groan from the Nordic male too as she tightens around him.

It takes a few moments for her to adjust to his full girth – but then they work up a steady rhythm.

Lips melting together as Norway kisses her with equal part heated passion and equal part caring softness. His hands wander up and down her body as she moved above him – not once does those large hands leave her body. Occasionally he grips her tighter and bucks his hips upwards, making her clench herself tighter around him in pure ecstasy.

Loosing herself in the heat of the moment she moans out his name, a cry of pleasure as he angles himself and hit's just the right spot to send intense waves of pleasure through her entire body – her fingernails digging deeper into his skin with each thrust.

A low groan is the only warning she gets before he suddenly flips their position. The cold night air hits her skin like a wall of ice as the sheets become tangled – the protective 'tent' long gone with their eager movements. The cold air is a stark contrast to the warmth the two nations create as they move together; making Belgium shiver out of sheer pleasure.

Norway hungrily kisses her; his tongue and lips devouring her neck upwards till their lips once again melt together.

Arching her hips upwards, Belgium wraps her legs around the Nordic nations waist, meeting each of his thrusts with ones of her own as his powerful movements drive her closer to the edge.

Her breaths become more and more ragged, Norway moaning her name in-between breaths as they both come closer to relief.

The warmth pools up from the pit of her stomach as her grip tightens around his neck.

With an intense wave of pleasure, Belgium reaches her climax, screaming out his name as he rides out her orgasm. As her tense muscles pulls him in deeper, Norway can't hold back any longer and with a long moan of pleasure lets his seed spill inside her.

Belgium groans as he pulls out of her, muscles tense and aching; yet she's more than satisfied as Norway wraps his arms around her waist and snuggles up close to her. Their legs tangled together as the taller Nordic male hums softly from satisfaction.

Belgium smiles as she tilts her head upwards to plant a soft kiss to his jawline, earning her another happy humming noise from the depths of his chest as he runs a hand through her hair lovingly.

They're still warm, wet and sticky; yet too tired to move except to pull the tangled sheet over themselves. Belgium rests her head on Norway's chest, slowly dosing off to the sound of his heartbeat.

"Good night" he whispers softly as the female nation smiles happily – convinced all her dreams have now come true.

A.N:

it went from K+ to an M-fic. sorry about that.

Well that was mildly awkward to write when family won't leave me alone...anyway, hope you enjoyed that...

and again, million hugs to Ali who is so nice to beta for me. Fixing all my stupid mistakes 8D