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America wasn't sure if Norway was serious.
Did he really want to have a kid with her? She looked out the window for the fourth time during the meeting.
England had been forced to kick Sealand out of the world meeting, and America had been beside herself with the want to coo at the micro nation. He was adorable.
Not as adorable as her kid would be, of course, but a cutie all the same.
She failed to keep from making a face at England, who looked more annoyed than pleased that he had a 'son'. America sighed.
It did nothing to distract her from the fact that she might have been unsure of what to do about her predicament.
She was America darn it! She had faced things tougher than this.
Still, she hadn't called Norway since the last time they'd seen each other. She wasn't upset by what he'd done. Far from it. She was flattered and attracted to his assertiveness. America wanted to take him up on the offer. However, she felt a tad awkward because when she said it out loud it sounded... strange, but she could just picture the little boy she might have with Norway.
She could picture it, and it made the urge to have a kid grow stronger.
Bright blue eyes, that were darker like his fathers. The little boy laughed as they made piles of leaves in the fall. America happily raked the leaves up just so that their son could dive into them and make a mess. It did nothing to clean up the yard.
Norway sat on the porch, nursing a cup of coffee as he watched them play in the leaves. Though he was often quiet, he enjoyed the sound of their laughter. The stray lock of hair their son possessed, which was attached to nothing, was nearly a point of pride for Norway.
America waved at him, laughing happily as their son pretended to be hunting sprites in the massive leaf pile. She shook her head, gazing at him fondly.
Sprites and trolls. Their son claimed to see them, and Norway raised his mug of coffee in a mock salute.
Okay, so maybe that was the ideal, and she wanted the happy family part. Norway was a great nation. He was upstanding and very open with what he thought. That was great.
America thought he was exceedingly handsome to boot.
But, she was stuck. How was she supposed to go about it? Was she just supposed to tell him that if she took him up on his offer he had to stick around and help her raise the kid? Did she invite him up to her room for "coffee"? Which was synonymous for sex... sometimes. And, was that how micro nations were even made? Or did they have to found something together?
Because that would only take a few weeks of paperwork, and there was doubtlessly a list somewhere of projects they could do together.
She didn't know, but she hoped that he did.
America chewed on her bottom lip in contemplation. Her blue eyes flickered back to the stoic Nordic nation.
Could she simply ask him? Or was that culturally insensitive?
America did not know. However, she did know that she had made a habit of staring out the window today, and staring at Norway.
He hadn't called her or written either, so she did not know what to expect. Had he been kidding or was he sincere?
She had never known him to be one for practical jokes, and you did not joke with a woman about babies when she'd made up her mind.
It was confusing.
Of course.. . there was always Russia. Who had been rather friendly with her since the last meeting. America gave him a loop-sided grin. The taller male nation smiled back at her, his eyes closing briefly.
The snow was falling, and America tried to catch a flake on her tongue. Beside her a young boy mimicked her carefree expression. It was the child with the sunflowers again. A boy with violet eyes that was curious about his surroundings and-
A piece of paper was passed to her. She startled, looking down and then around. Giving a curious glance to Israel who had handed her the paper. He nodded toward the other side of the table at her unspoken question.
Norway was looking at her. America blinked, having been pulled out of her mental musings. His face was blank, but he looked between her and Russia. Almost as if he knew she was thinking about it again. His dull blue eyes had never seemed quite so intense before.
She flushed and looked down. The paper had been folded several times over and America discreetly unfolded it. Taking care not to crinkle it loudly, lest Germany hear her. Her bright blue eyes stared down at paper, gaping.
Norway*
His writing was nicer than hers, but she understood the message all the same.
Ah. So. He had not been kidding.
Well. That changed things. America subtly put the paper into a stack with her meeting notes and pulled out a fresh piece. She scrawled down a response and folded it.
Covertly, she tapped Israel's elbow and the male nation glanced at her before noting the white paper. America could tell he was amused by the way his eyes lit up at her antics. Shaking his head, to keep from laughing, she watched as he handed it to the next nation.
Who handed it to the next.
Who gave it to the next, all the way down the line until it stopped at Norway.
She watched, bouncing her leg excitedly as he opened it soundlessly and read what she'd written.
He looked up at her, and their eyes met. Her breath stilled in her chest as he nodded.
She smiled and looked away.
America had never been so impatient for the meeting to be over in her life.
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She was late.
Very late.
So late that there was no way the meeting hadn't started. She hurried down the hall, just shy of running. America paused at the doors and smoothed her hair down. She adjusted Texas, and straightened her clothing.
There were some wrinkles in a few places and her shirt was ripped under the arm, but that really didn't matter. She could only barely feel her legs, and did her best to keep from stumbling now that she was no longer rushing.
She opened the doors as quietly as she could. America gave her trade mark grin as green eyes narrowed in on her.
England watched her with a frown.
America blushed. No. Keep it together.
She could do this.
"Where the bloody hell have you been?" England exclaimed as America burst into a fit of giggles.
"Working on something," she answered happily, before taking her seat. She sat down with a slight wince.
"Are you alright?" England asked, his tone switching to one of concern.
She gave him a wide and cocky smile.
"Never better," she answered honestly. America busied herself with trying to keep the blush off her cheeks.
She was grateful that she'd straightened her appearance before waltzing in here. She could feel eyes on her, and started writing a list of potential names for a child.
Male and female. Just in case. She hummed softly to herself, beaming at every nation she caught the gaze of.
Her disturbance was soon forgotten. For a little while.
Until, five minutes later, Norway strolled in looking thoroughly unfazed at disrupting everyone again.
"You are late!" Germany said sternly by way of a reprimand.
Norway glanced at him, and nodded before proceeding to his seat. Near Denmark and England. His dull blue eyes appeared rather bright at the moment.
"Where have you been?" England asked suspiciously. Looking at the male nation askance.
Norway turned toward the island nation with the barest hints of a smile at the corners of his mouth. His dull blue eyes locked with hers momentarily. She could almost hear what he was going to say before he said it. A blush stained her cheeks and her shoulders began to shake.
Oh no.
"In America." Norway informed England bluntly in his customary monotone fashion.
America buried her head in her arms on the table, laughing as England sputtered.
Well, that was one way to announce they were together now.