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I own nothing. Rated M for possessive/pervert America
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When America showed up at his door, Norway tried to shut it quickly.
However, she was stronger than she appeared and made it impossible for him to actually close it in her face. He felt a fissure of annoyance.
Part of him wished he'd never told America where he lived.
Just like Denmark.
The other nations were mostly fine, except for the one or two that thought he was a girl for some reason. Norway did not understand it. There was nothing feminine about him. Not like the nation staring up at him with a hopeful expression. He narrowed his dull blue eyes at America. For all her faults, loudness, and forward ways, she had never once thought he was a woman.
As far as he knew, he conceded lightly.
"Norway," she started out in a tone that already alerted him to the fact she wanted something.
"No." He replied neutrally before trying to put all of his weight into closing the door again.
It wouldn't even budge. He internally started to twitch. He suddenly had a deeper sense of kinship with England. What that nation must have endured...
"Oh come on," she pleaded with an innocent smile. "You don't even know what I am going to say yet."
"Doesn't matter." He replied in a low voice.
Her lower lips started to pout. Norway looked away. Not the 'face' as America called it. It made him slightly less irritated with her sometimes. He already knew she'd widen her eyes.
America drew a breath.
Norway braced himself for something stupid.
"If you don't help me," she said with a quiver in her voice. "I'll die!"
Well, that was a new one.
He paused, his blue eyes snapped over to her face. His expression was unchanged.
"I'll make sure to mourn you." Norway said steadily, not moved in the slightest.
The female nation had tears in her eyes. "That is so... un-heroic." She said with a very sad look.
Damn.
Norway felt... what was that strange things American's felt? Remorse? Was that it? It made him want to do that thing other nations did. Apologize. Was this what remorse felt like? He didn't like it.
He said nothing.
America frowned slightly. Her cheeks puffed out as she slammed a fist into the door, making the wood crack. Norway blinked slowly, unimpressed.
"Fine! Be a jerk," she muttered with an angry blush dusting her cheeks.
Anger he could handle. That was much better than some weepy nation. She'd yell for a bit, then they would awkwardly talk about something actually having to do with their nations. Then she'd leave.
Just like she had every month for the last thirty years. Which was why he was so unsympathetic and jaded to the things she spouted.
"When the trolls get me, you'll be blamed." America snapped, her blue eyes flashing behind Texas. "I hope you can live with knowing you caused the death of a Hero!"
Norway paused. HIs gaze slowly wandered around the surrounding area before going back to America who looked like a pouting teenager. He felt the corner of his lips twitch. Norway was a far more reserved nation than America. It was simply a cultural fact. She was overly animated in the way she approached things. He preferred to think things through, and take his time to decide something or about someone before becoming keen on the idea.
However, she had peaked his interest, and they'd known each other for a very long time. This was the first time she'd ever brought up trolls without laughing.
Something was going on.
"What are you going on about?" He asked neutrally.
He looked at her patiently, waiting for her to continue.
America looked downward for a moment then back at Norway. Her lower lip trembled.
"Trolls eat Christians!" She exclaimed dramatically. "They eat Christians and I have a fucking Bible belt." She waved her arms around wildly.
Years of knowing her allowed Norway to adjust to 'American Volume' as he called it. So he did not wince or shy away from her loud declaration.
That was all fine and good, but what the hell was she talking about?
"What?" He asked, intrigued against his will.
"I saw the movie dude." America said accusingly. "How could you not tell me? I thought we were friends. Were you just hoping I'd be some troll's tasty snack?"
"Movie?" Norway repeated, already feeling his annoyance levels rising.
"Troll Hunter," the female nation said firmly.
Ah. The Bane of his existence. America watching foreign films. He discreetly looked at the door, still opened between them and how America had yet to remove her hand from the door.
Hm... she was learning. Damn. He been too nice to her.
Norway tilted his head, and fought the sigh of exasperation that was welling in his throat.
"America?"
"Yes?" She said with a suddenly happy expression.
"Go away. You'll be fine."
"But they'll kill me! I'm behind enemy lines here dude!" She shouted as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Her other arm, the one not preventing him from slamming the front door in his face, waved around wildly. She peeked over her shoulder more than once.
"And, as I said, I'll make sure to mourn you." There. That would be the end of it.
"You... you really don't care what happens to me," She said softly.
Norway's irritation vanished. She... America... actually sounded hurt. The Scandinavian nation stilled. This was dangerous territory.
Emotional America...
Maybe he should call Finland and ask the other nation to come over. He was able to talk with America for hours, Norway had only ever been able to manage two before needing to distract America with something shiny. Or with food.
Truthfully, the food worked better.
If he just left her here, she might do something crazy and his nation was defenseless against her antics. Most nations were.
That also got him thinking about the collateral damage. He internally winced at the thought. America could be... enthusiastic.
She was looking up at him with tears in her eyes.
He felt worse than Denmark must feel everyday when he looked in the mirror.
It stung.
"...What do you want me to do?" He asked, with a hint of resignation in his words.
America perked right up. She wiped the back of her hand across her eyes. Norway felt slightly better that she was no longer crying.
He would never admit to that either.
"Could I... could I stay with you?" She pleaded softly. A blush on her cheeks. "Just for a little while? A week tops." She stated with a touch more of her normal cheerfulness.
A week.
Norway mentally tried to prepare himself for this. Because America was a very touchy nation by comparison. And she had less personal space than himself.
He nodded, his face betraying nothing of his internal conflict.
It wasn't that he didn't like America. She was sweet enough, and she was always willing to join him on a new venture together. Whenever their bosses allowed it.
The blonde female beamed at him, a million watt smile, and launched herself at him.
It was just that she did this.
"Oh thank you Norway! You are amazing! The best!" She praised sincerely.
However, he did not take compliments as lightly as America did, so her acting this way always made him uncomfortable.
Especially when she tightened her arms around his waist, and he could have sworn that her hand ghosted over his posterior.
Yet, one look at her innocent face told him that America could not possibly understand that she might potentially be feeling him up.
"We are going to have so much fun!" She proclaimed loudly. Squeezing him tighter.
Norway prayed that nothing was broken by the time she left.
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He was convinced that she had to be one of the clumsiest nations to ever grace the earth. She'd barely been in his home an hour, and she'd managed to trip over her own feet. Luckily he'd been right there to catch her. Or else she would have landed on her face.
She nervously giggled and blinked up at him.
"Must have been those trolls," she argued not making a move to leave his arms.
Norway felt the corners o his mouth turn down in a frown. There hadn't been any trolls. He would have seen them. Nor sprites. Or even the crazy things England had in his land.
"There was nothing there." He informed her calmly. "You are just clumsy."
"I am not," she protested flashing him a small smile.
He stood there patiently while she continued to lean on him for support. Norway glanced down at where her hands were fisted in his shirt. And America's lips parted as she noticed where he was looking.
He leaned in closer, and her eyes lit up.
"Would you let go of me now?"
America's expression shifted into a neutral mask, and she stared at him.
The male nation sighed and righted her himself. Since she clearly did not even understand her own language. He placed her back on her feet firmly.
"I will get dinner started." He told her, already moving onto the task.
He did not see the way her eyes narrowed at his back with determination.
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America accidentally walked in on him in the shower later that night. He knew he had mentioned that he would be in the bathroom, but she must not have heard him. It was unsurprising. She often was distracted if a television was on.
Norway started at her blankly. The look of shock on her face melted into embarrassment and she looked away.
After a while.
"Um," she started eloquently. "I...uh...Do you need help washing your back?"
He blinked at her, the shock only showing in his eyes. His face remained stoic. The earnest look on her face told him she was being America again and not understanding how her actions would come across.
She must have spent too much time with Japan. They had a much different culture than he did. Or Finland. This wasn't a sauna.
He'd talk with her once he was finished.
"America, get out." Norway said without any ire or humiliation. It was her own fault for walking in on him. He just wanted to finish in peace.
"Are you sure?" She questioned, looking back up at him shyly. "I don't mind helping."
"Out." He commanded.
She closed the door, and that was that.
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It was the most awkward night of Norway's life.
She had been dosing on the couch when he checked on her after his shower. Norway had even gotten her a blanket and covered her with it. He had gently removed Texas from her face. Her eyelids sort of fluttered, and for a moment he had to admit she was rather pretty.
Norway had headed upstairs, thoroughly drained from the day. He'd only just gotten the lights turned off and gotten under the covers when he felt the bed shift. He opened his eyes to see America crawling into it.
What the hell was this?
His face flushed and he stared at her. Now he understood why other nations grew exasperated with her. She did not seem to get the implication.
"What are you doing?" He asked, betraying nothing of his surprise, and thoughts on her just jumping into bed with him.
"Going to sleep," she said innocently, moving closer toward him. Texas was nowhere to be seen. She must not have realized that she'd left it downstairs.
Norway scooted to the other side of the bed. His face flushed slightly.
"I'll go sleep on the couch," he said, trying to get up.
She half-tackled him back to the bed, her eyes bright and a soft smile on her face.
"Don't be silly. It's colder down there, and it not a big deal. We are two adult nations." She laughed softly. "Why can't we share a bed?"
Why did she stress the word adult like that?
America wrapped an arm around him and laid down at his side. He wanted to argue. However, history told him that she would not be swayed. Norway closed his eyes and tried to settle back to sleep. He could feel America pressed up against him. Her fingers made light circles on his shoulder. He tried to push off her arm. She refused to let him go, and he was not accustomed to sleeping next to someone.
Whenever he tried to move, she moved with him. If he waited and tried to leave, she someone had a hold of his wrist. Even in her sleep.
The male nation sighed and cursed his plight. If he could just convince her tomorrow that the trolls had no interest in her, she'd leave. He knew that much. She did this to England all the time; getting terrified by scary movies.
Her hand brushed against his groin in her sleep and Norway grit his teeth. He wasn't made of stone. There was a woman who was inadvertently fondling him, and it was gaining a reaction. He shifted away.
America followed after him.
Two or three more times, her hand brushed against him until he was force to roll onto his stomach to stop the chance of her touching anything more.
Norway could have sworn he heard her teeth grind for a moment. He ignored it and finally was able to sleep.
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Two days.
Two days of America tripping over nothing, or falling on the stairs and needing his help.
Two days of her cuddling up to him in her sleep and inadvertently fondling him had Norway acting out in desperation.
Somehow, he'd ended up walking in on her changing. Which was strange, because he thought he heard her call his name. She'd blushed and stuttered at him. Forgetting in her surprise to cover herself. Norway had never seen so much of America before.
He felt like a pervert.
So he called Iceland. Hopefully his brother could calm America down. They were on friendly terms.
It seemed to be an eternity for Iceland to arrive. Norway was currently watching America lick her coffee spoon. It looked provocative, but she looked over at him with a smile. He glanced away at his living room. Maybe he should get some new paint colors on the walls.
Anything but blue.
She was too clueless. He wasn't certain how she'd managed to make everything she did reflect in the wrong light.
The door to his home opened, and he breathed a sigh of relief as a familiar head of white hair came into view.
"America! How are you?" Iceland asked politely. "Norway said you were here."
"Hey dude!" She said brightly.
"America is afraid of trolls after watching a movie. She is convinced that being around me will keep them at bay." Norway supplied blandly.
"What movie?" Iceland asked curiously.
"Troll hunter," the taller nation all but growled.
"Troll hunter? But-"
"Whoops! Clumsy me!" America said loudly as a bottle crashed to the floor. It shattered and Norway looked over at her. "Do you have a broom?"
Norway nodded, and went off down the hallway toward the Kitchen. America was next to Iceland in an instant.
"Troll hunter?" The smaller nation asked again. "But we saw that two weeks ago and you only laughed all the way through it."
He was genuinely confused as to why America would suddenly be afraid of a movie she hadn't even taken seriously.
Something in the air around her flickered, and though she smiled at him, he had the urge to back up a step. Her chuckle made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
There was a look in her eyes that was only accurately described as wicked.
"You're not going to tell him that." She said slinging an arm around his shoulders and lowering her voice.
"What?"
She let out a soft sigh. Her cowlick swayed as she leaned closer to him.
"See, Iceland, I like you. I do." America said congenially, but the smaller nation felt uneasy instantly.
"Thank you," He said for lack of anything else to say.
"Oh, you're welcome." The blonde female said cheerfully. "But here's the thing. If you don't leave in the next ten minutes, I'm going to actively invade your territory."
Iceland stared at her with wide eyes. The smile never left her face, but her blue eyes turned as hard as stone. He could see the tiny chips of darker blue that stood out prominently in her irises.
He gaped at her in shock.
"W-what?"
"I will invade you if you don't leave."
There was a sinister promise in the set of her jaw.
"Amer-"
"Shh." She said, hushing him down. "I know, I know. It seems a bit harsh." Her smile was starting to frighten him. "And, ha. Maybe it is. However, I've been trying to get with Norway for decades. In fact waiting this long should have me canonized for sainthood."
She paused and looked at him again. "Was that a little blasphemous? If it was, my bad. I'm just one edge because your brother Norway has a resolve of steel. And, honestly, I'm a little frustrated at this point."
A look of confusion stole across his face as Iceland opened his mouth to interject.
"Because he's mine. I've waited long enough," America continued with a lecherous smile. "And, frankly, this is the closest I've ever gotten. I know what you're thinking. What? America? Really? With your stunning charm and good looks? I know, it is sad but true."
"Norway? You want Norway?" He asked, unsure.
The smaller nation blanched. She wanted his brother? That was enough to make him never want to eat again.
"Yes."America offered with a eager gleam to her eyes. "In ways that an adorable little nation like you should never even hear about."
He prayed she didn't tell him. Norway was his brother. He shuddered.
"But I digress. You see, after watching that movie, I had an idea. A bonafide way to get Norway's attention. I wasn't hoping for all that much. However, he actually let me inside his house." She said with a knowing smile. "And your presence here is a... distraction. Now, I am a very forgiving and understanding nation. But no one, and I mean no one cock-blocks America. " She said in a sultry fashion that was somehow still a warning.
He'd never seen America like this.
The arm around his shoulder tightened subtly. Her eyes narrowed on him and for a single instant he was truly afraid of her.
"Do we understand each other?" She asked, lowly, her breath ghosting over his face and it made his shiver.
Iceland could only nod numbly.
"Great!" America said loudly, glancing back to Norway who was just not coming out of the kitchen, with broom in hand.
She beamed at Norway. The stoic nation, looked at her with her arm around his brother.
"Iceland was just telling me he had to leave," America said cheerfully with a sad pout in place. "Isn't that right?"
Iceland nodded repeatedly.
Norway tried to convince him to stay, but the smaller nation wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. The Scandinavian nation could only look back at a demure America who was already busy cleaning the glass off of his wood floor.
She hissed as she cut her finger, and stuck it in her mouth.
Her blue eyes met his.
Norway looked away.