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Yes, I will do a second part to the 'Baby bug' chapter, but later. The next one after this will be a Norway POV oneshot.
This is strictly a NorwayxAmerica series of one shots. Heck make art for it. Go crazy. Have fun.
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America was wearing blue and black, with a familiar beret in her hair.
It was close to Halloween, and she had decided to dress up as something fun this year.
Hence, her appearance as a female Norway. Complete with matching hat. America had the whole thing planned out. She would amuse herself by pretending to talk to things that weren't there. She laughed quietly to herself, straightening the jacket as she walked into the meeting with a happy grin.
There was silence for a full ten seconds, as nations sorted out the fact Norway was already present. And that meant the pretty blonde with the wide grin and glasses could only be...
America.
England just about died, as he spit out his coffee. Spain took exception to that as it splattered all over him. America winked as she passed by, her skirt swished with her steps. She'd curled out Michigan to resemble Norway's random floating hair. Of course she couldn't get it exactly.. but hey. It was close.
"What the bloody hell?" England asked mystified, despite the heated glares that Spain was sending his way as the dark haired nation wiped off his face and shirt in disgust.
"Hiya!" She called out happily, trying her best to mimic a Norwegian accent. "Halloween dude," she told England, by way of explanation.
The Nordics were all silent, their eyes locked on America who winked flirtatiously at Denmark.
Denmark looked up at her, blinked, taking in her appearance, and started laughing. Though America noticed he was blushing too. Hm. Well, maybe it was a little strange when a nation dressed like another. However, she was going to have fun with it.
She missed the aura of radiating death from Norway.
"Hey Denmark," She said with a wide grin, oblivious to how nervous Iceland was getting next to Norway. The quiet country kept glancing at America as if his will alone could stop what he felt was going to happen.
"Hello little one," He said with a smile, his blue eyes flashing with amusement.
"Uh uh," she corrected him as she walked toward him. "That's not what you call Norway," she all but smirked with the name.
Denmark had to keep from laughing some more. He took one look at the real Norway and knew that this was likely driving him into a fury. However, how often did Denmark get someone to engage with this sort of shenanigans with?
Not often.
And America was presenting him with the perfect opportunity. Plus, he did greatly enjoy America's antics sometimes. Like right now. However, he would likely never be able to look at Norway the same ever again.
Because he was having several very naughty thoughts about how history would have gone if America had been Norway, instead of the actual Norway.
And, it was very detailed.
"Well, Norge," he all but purred out. "You're late to the meeting."
America tilted her head at him, and blinked. "Only a little."
"No, no." Denmark insisted, "You are late to the meeting and all the chairs are taken." He said with a roguish grin.
Norway stiffened. His dull blue eyes, glanced at Denmark and then toward America. Then back to Denmark, as he shifted in his seat.
America gave an amused smile and looked pointedly at her empty seat, then back to him.
"Oh?" She asked, raising a brow.
"Yes," Denmark said emphatically. "You'll just have to sit on my lap." He pushed his chair out and patted his leg invitingly.
She laughed and blushed slightly, shaking her head. She smiled at him fondly, catching onto the game.
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes, a very important one." The flirtatious nation replied with mock solemnest.
"Hm," America tapped a finger to her chin in contemplation, moving closer. "Well, since you are being so nice and offering-"
"Sit there," Norway interrupted in his monotone voice with just a hint of fury, "and I will dissolve all treaties between us."
Her eyes snapped up toward his dull blue ones. Her lips parted silently in surprise. Norway stared at her, his face unreadable, but there was a slight dusting of red in his cheeks. Denmark frowned, before smiling brightly.
"Oh Norge, we were just having fun. No need to get pissy about it." he said with a laugh. Slapping the other nation on the back.
Norway said nothing, just continued to look at the nation dressed as him.
America paused and shrugged. Well, if it was such a big deal to him, she'd avoid Denmark's lap.
"Alright," she conceded gently, "have it your way."
Norway watched her with a blank expression as she pulled his chair out, dragging him with it. His eyes widened as she sat on his lap. His breath caught in his throat.
America was sitting on Norway's lap. Dressed like a female him, and smiling at the world as if there was no problem with her being there. No problem what so ever, except for the Nordic nation that could only stare at her.
"What are you doing?" Norway's voice was calm as his breath tickled her ear as he asked her the question.
America looked at him, her blue eyes bright.
"You said I couldn't sit with Denmark or you'd dissolve relations between us. So I'll sit with you instead." She explained as if it were the most logical thing in the world.
"Wh-"
"Besides," she interrupted before he could really get a word in edgewise. "It will be so cool with two of us."
America gave him a bright laugh. "It almost looks like you've been experimenting with cloning or something," she chattered on. "I mean, you have to admit, I do look a lot like you in this."
His eyes trailed up her 'costume' and lingered on the way she filled out the uniform. He felt his mind begin to stumble over higher thought. America grinned at him, and he couldn't help but think that she was a rather pretty nation.
"Take off the uniform," he demanded with narrowed eyes. He needed her to get back into her normal clothes and stop distracting him.
She blinked, thinking about what he said, then blushed. "But...but I'm not wearing anything under this."
Denmark all but hauled her out of Norway's lap at her innocent reply. America made a noise as she was suddenly displaced. She pouted up at a slightly red-faced Denmark. She started squirming.
"No, you have to put me back," she said, "He'll dissolve the treaties!" She sounded distressed, but Denmark laughed.
"Calm down little one, you didn't sit here, I took you. Large difference." He explained with a Cheshire grin.
"What?" She tilted her head and looked at him. "Doesn't seem like much of a difference." She muttered as she adjusted Texas.
"Denmark," Norway said neutrally. "Put her back."
"What?" The taller nation exclaimed. "I cannot do that. I annexed the female Norge." He started to coo at America who blushed.
She started chuckling, understanding that they were just messing around.
"Put. Her. Back." Norway stated, a little louder this time.
"So tell me, Norge," Denmark said flirting with America heavily. "You were saying something about not wearing anything under this?" His fingers played with the light navy blue collar she had on.
America nodded readily. "Yeah, this is all I brought to wear today."
Denmark's face turned nearly as wolfish as his grin. "You don't say. That is a lovely costume you have on, but perhaps you would look even better in red and black?" He hinted toward what he used to wear.
The female nation thought about it. "Yeah I suppose I would look good in red and black."
Norway stood and yanked her off of Denmark's lap. She squealed in surprise, and blushed.
"No-Norway?"
His dull blue eyes were focused on Denmark.
"She's wearing my uniform, not yours. She was sitting in my lap, not yours."
The more jovial nation glared at him. "And, I believe I already mentioned annexing her."
"No fighting," America intervened. "It's just for Halloween guys," she tried to placate the two nations that were getting upset over who she dressed like.
Men were strange. She could just be Denmark for next Halloween. She flashed a reassuring smile.
"Norway," she began reaching for his hand. He was quicker and pulled her closer to him.
"Then I annex her back," Norway said, ignoring the frightened looks of Finland.
Finland understood. Norway and Denmark were actually very close to fighting, and not a petty squabble either. Norway would never have gotten involved in those, no America had opened the proverbial can of worms.
Oblivious America looked torn between exasperation and laughing. She likely didn't realize the ramifications of her actions. To her it legitimately was innocent fun.
"You can't annex what I've already annexed," Denmark said lowly, rising.
"Yes, I most certainly can."
"Guys, calm down. It was just for fun," she tried to reason again. She looked pleadingly toward the other nations, who had all discreetly left.
What the hell?
Where did everyone go?
America whipped her head around so quickly she nearly broke her neck. Seriously? They all just left them? Well, that was freaking rude. Hm. Maybe they went to go get their own costumes. That would be sort of fun. Which reminded her that she needed to finish plans for the Halloween party. She'd had quite a few RSVP's and needed to add some more food and party games.
The next thing America knew, she was in the middle of dodging a fist fight. She reeled backward as Sweden stepped in front of her.
"Whoa," she replied looking disgruntled.
They were going to ruin her costume. She was the Hero damn it. She gave a nod to Sweden, who understood her silent 'Thank you'.
America rolled up the sleeves of her coat and dove into the fray, ready to beat some serious ass over this ridiculousness.
She grabbed Denmark, and hauled him out from under the fist of Norway. The jovial nation turned, trying to take a swing for the other male. America sighed and sat him down.
"Now knock it off you two!" She snarled. Her blue eyes flashed behind Texas. "It is just a freaking Halloween costume."
Denmark and Norway exchanged a glance. Denmark's shoulders started shaking as he gave over to deep belly laughs.
Sweden was looking at her, and then looking away.
Finland hid his face in his hands and muttered 'America' under his breath.
She blinked at them, not understanding what the problem was. She'd stopped the fight. They should be grateful.
Her world tilted sideways as she was suddenly thrown over a shoulder. America could only blink, blush, and then let out an embarrassed yelp.
Her skirt wasn't overly long, and Norway was walking with her into the hallway.
"What the hell!? Put me down!" She Demanded, to busy trying to preserve her modesty to take a good crack at him. "What do you think you are doing?"
"I already told you," he replied in a monotone voice, but if she wasn't mistake... he sounded... pleased. "I'm annexing you."
The nations that had lined the hallways did a horrible job of being discreet about her plight as they watched Norway walk away with her.
France laughed into his hand discreetly and glanced at England.
"How long," he started with a large lecherous smirk. "do you think it will be until we read about the Norwegian-American union?"
England turned red and punched him soundly in the mouth.