Popped into my head, had to type it out.

Drabble!

Please enjoy. For the 400ish Americans that read my stories v. the 20ish Swedish and 40ish Norwegians, I hope I do not offend anyone! (Numbers from the stats by country option in story stats. Who might just be United States Citizens in those countries...

Huh...

Either way!

Thanks for reading.

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America had a huge problem.

One so large it had no proper description. However, if she were just to give a synopsis. It was this.

She was head over heels for Sweden.

The problem was that Sweden was... gay. And she was not a man. Never had been one, never would be one.

Her love for the colder nation was fairly obvious. It had gotten to the point where other nations passed her with looks of pity or compassion.

It was also a subject that was never really brought up. Austria even tried to help her get over Sweden with music a few times.

Most of it ended up making her listen to sad country songs.

Sad country songs made her want to gorge herself on cookies and coffee until she stumbled around her home in a blind sugar-induced delirium.

Because Sweden... oh, wonderful Sweden was so... everything.

He was handsome and smart. He was strong and had a good nature. Those perfect blue eyes would look at America from the blank expression on his face and she would nearly melt into a pile of goo at his feet.

She sighed heavily, trying not to feel melancholy. It wasn't something she could change, or do, or anybody's fault. Sweden just didn't like women, and that was fine.

Fine for a person, not fine for America's poor aching heart.

It was painful that her love wasn't returned, it was just how it was. She couldn't make someone love her if they didn't. However, it did not stop her foolish heart from wishing Sweden could love her back. It only ended up making her hurt worse.

Because she could imagine it so easily.

He was such a commanding nation, in his own right. She'd adored him for the longest time, but his affections were firmly with Finland. She tried not to let that fact burn a path of jealousy deep in her stomach.

And, the worst part was that she liked Finland. You couldn't spend a few minutes in the nation's company without finding that cute accent endearing, and he was just so... plucky! America liked people that were spunky, and rebellious, and all that stuff. She'd seen what he'd done with his forces. Finland was not a joke.

Still, he had Sweden's heart, and Sweden had America's heart in the palm of his hands but he didn't know it.

Or he was too polite to say anything.

The last was likely more true and it made her hang her head. This was not any fun. Not a bit. America hardly smiled the way she did when Sweden wasn't around. Because being around Sweden and having to watch him love Finland...

Well... it hurt. It hurt a lot.

She puffed out a breath, watching Nantucket move from the force of the air. Finland was her friend, and so was Sweden. Heck she was friendly with most of the Nordics.

But friends isn't where she wanted to be. America wanted Sweden to look at her the way he looked at Finland. Like he couldn't do without her, but they both knew he could and had for a very long time.

So she watched him, quietly and in the background. Her affection for him only grew no matter how much she told herself it was a lost cause. Because it was, and she knew that, but her traitorous heart would not let go.

Whenever he spoke, she hung off every word listening intently, but it does not matter. America treated Finland with great kindness and respect partly because she likes Sweden's love; and because she couldn't bear the thought of Sweden being angry with her.

She knew she was a fool. A fool in love with someone who would never want her. Not the way she wished he would.

So she settled for pining over him, as she had for decades now.

It was not glorious, or happy by any stretch of the imagination.

But...

That was simply life.

Or it was when America was in love with Sweden.

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Norway watched America's face turn sad while she gazed at Sweden again. Her eyes were bright with longing and bittersweet emotion.

To Norway, it was nearly indecent to be so obvious with her affection. However, it was also very angering. He had everything Sweden had. Everything. He was an intelligent, affluent, and sophisticated country. He offered many wonderful benefits to the world.

His landscapes were gorgeous and his people were rational, educated, and had a strong sense of pride.

And, she didn't look at him that way.

America's blue eyes didn't go starry behind Texas when he came near. She didn't stop everything she was doing to go running to his side, or the nearest seat available to him.

Norway swallowed, reveling nothing of his inner rant.

Whenever she was near, he could not make himself give her anything other than short, clipped answers. Not out of meanness, but because he was jealous. America, so normally bright and cheery, was different when she was clearly in love.

And it burned him because she was in love with someone else.

The few times she spoke to him when Sweden was in her sights, Norway could do nothing to pry her gaze off of his taller neighbor. No matter what he tried to discuss, or do.

It was frustrating and it often forced him to walk away from America because he could not stand to see it.

Not all of the time.

He was strong, but he could not abide seeing her like this every time.

Watching her break her own heart in two over a nation that could never love her. When if she would just look over, she would see. She would understand that he...

That Norway could.

The dreamy expression crossed her face, the one she only got when Sweden smiled at her slightly. And he narrowed his gaze at the taller male nation. Norway felt sick to his stomach. Sweden cared about America, and was friendly with her, but she could never be Finland.

Sweden loved Finland. Everyone knew that!

Couldn't America understand that?

Couldn't she just stop chasing after Sweden.

Why did Sweden just break her hope once and for all? Surely that would be kinder than letting her dream and wish until kingdom come for something that would never happen.

Yet, Sweden never tells her and Norway knows it isn't his place to tell her. Because part of him feared she already knew, and if she did...

Then he was an even larger fool.

Because he was holding onto his own dream. His own secret hope. That she would turn her eyes away from Sweden and see him.

That she would notice Norway was always waiting, right behind her, for her to let go of the past.

That he wanted to be with her.

To be her future. Their future together would be so simple. If she would just take the first steps toward him. He was not afraid cherish her. Not afraid to admit what he felt, but would not show the way she did.

If she would just see him...

However, America never looked at him when Sweden was near. Not once. It was just the way things were.

When Norway was in love with America.