Hetalia Party: Tan!

You had no earthly idea why you were at America's house. Oh yeah, America came in CSI style and took you for 'investigation' as he so called it. You deadpanned at the site of a PARTY going on. He had went to fetch you because you 'ignored' the last 15 times he had called your house. There was just no saying NO to this man. Damn that obnoxious exterior. Can he just shut the hell up for once and leave you alone. That's how it started.

Now it was barely 9:30, and he, the obnoxious gay superman suggested the gay game seven minutes in heaven.

"Oh hell no." You huffed and crossed arms, standing firm to your ground." "If you don't pick, I, the super awesome hero will pick for you…we all know how that turns out _." America half threatened you. You gulped and an eerie aura formed around your trembling form. Oh yes, you remember what happened last time America threatened you. "Fine." You glared daggers. Calming your nerves you dove your hand in the over-flowing pile of rainbow papers.

"T-tan?" You muttered. "Who the hell did I get?" your voice resuming it's once annoyed, and monotonous composure. Upon realizing who you got, you immediately attempted reconciling the paper. You loved Norway. You couldn't do this, it was Norge and you always made a fool of yourself. You clenched your hair and slouched slightly. *Why, why, why? I'd rather go with that damn Frog than make a fool of myself...again* you thought.

America had seen enough of your self-pitying, sulking, pathetic form and clutched the collar of your shirt, tossing you into the despair of darkness known as Alfred's closet of crap. You scrambled to a sitting position at the far end of the damp closet.

The atmosphere was an unsociable one. Of course Norway was a man of few words. So this was going to be a long time. Your heart was pounding to the point of explosion and you were positive that it was audible too. "U-um...N-Norway...umm.." You were tongue tied. Face-palming you tormented and brought yourself down even more.

Bringing your knees to meet your chest, you began to silently weep at your lack of confidence when confronting Norway. It was frustrating that you couldn't confess anything, you couldn't even make casual conversation. You ran away at any given chance to avoid further humiliation. Most countries laughed at you for it, and you were at wits end with it all.

On Norway's view, he thought you always looked stunning. He was quite oblivious to the fact that you liked him, although it was so obvious to other nations that it was actually pitiful. He always wondered for hours on end why you run from him. Never in his life would he had came to the conclusion that the mutual feelings he had for you were biased.

He had a difficult time gaining vision in the cramp closet, and it was stuffy as well. He finally caught glimpse of your slouched over silhouette. He tilted his head in confusion at your curled up form. He scuffled closer to you and plopped down. You were oblivious to his presence. He sighed and it seemed to have startled you because you jumped.

Norway reached an arm around your petite waistline and held you in place in order not to fall into whatever was in Alfred's closet.

It was like a cave of wonders and anything could get you, he seriously needed to clean it, he called his yard unsafe. In doing such actions his body came in close proximity to yours. Norway, being a man of bluntness just came out with it. "Why do you run from me." It wasn't a question, it was more a demand to know why you ran from him.

"Uh, I'm n-not so sure how to answer t-that Norway." You whispered. Only you would flush madly at the close proximity. Norway didn't seem to like that answer. It didn't help you any that he was holding you to his half freezing body, but yet it felt so warm. You could feel his minty breathe, hot on your face, his ever growing heartbeat beneath his shirt. Norway grunted. "Why?" He was growing impatient with each passing moment.

Finally at snapping point, you clenched his shirt and slammed your lips to his. Norway froze, he wasn't so sure what the hell was going on. It took him the longest time to register that you were kissing him. Feeling rejected you pulled back, aching to get free of his grasp.

Norway didn't like that and pulled you to face him once more, and kissed you much more passionately the second time. You were at loss for action this go round. Senses came through and you wrapped your left arm around his neck, and the other went to play with his hair. Norway snaked his other arm around your waist setting you upon his lap and holding you closer.

You accidently traced a finger upon the root of Norge's curl and he stopped of any movement and groaned. His face flushed and you pulled away in shock. "N-Norway! Are you alright?"

You notice his face flushed, and twisted with pleasure. What the hell did you do to him? You still had your hand over his curl and Norway raised a hand to remove yours immediately. Norway's breath became panting. "P-please don't do that." Norway asked of you. You smiled warmly, although he mostly didn't see it and giggled a bit. "Alright, for you."

Norway pressed his forehead to yours and smiled to. "So I'm guessing the feeling is mutual?" You asked, reassuring yourself and not thinking this was a one time thing just for the kicks. "Yes." Norway was back to normal, one word monotonous. Just the way you loved it, you wouldn't have it any other way.

Before another official kiss, Denmark ripped the door off its hinges. "Awwe! Ain't that a *Hic* great site." Denmark slurred in his drunken state. He turned to face the other nations, "Hey…listen evybodeh *Hic* this little nation got...ummm...what's the word...lucky!" Denmark announced. Yep everything was in natural order and you were a very happy girl, although visiting Norway was going to involve teasing from the drunken bastard.