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Norway was never good with words. He couldn’t seem to find them when he needed them most. He was an independent soul but every now and then, the ache of loneliness dawns on him. Normally, he’d go bug his younger brother Iceland until the younger nation would give in a give him a reluctant hug. But it had seemed that no one was around to lighten the heavy weighted feeling. Just when he felt ready to give up and go sulk about it for a while, he happened to stumble upon you quietly laying on the couch; playing your ds.

He could hear the music of the game from across the room. You looked so comfy on the couch under your blanket while you played. He was curious to see what you were playing, but he didn’t want to really impose on your free time. Just as he turned on his heels to carry on his own way, he heard his name called out.

“Hey Lukas. What’s up?” You had called when you saw him lurking about in the corner of your eye.

He gently flinched before cautiously turning around. You gave him a friendly smile as you continued to tend to your game.

“Nothing.” He answered vaguely; avoiding eye contact. He couldn’t seem to stop fidgeting with nervousness. He wasn’t a very good liar.

He had seemed to be acting sort of funny. Normally, he remained pretty calm and shy, but friendly none the less. Right now, he was acting a little on the skittish side; a trait he had only shown when the two of you had first met.

“I was just looking for Emil.” He continued as he began to back out of the room and tried to make his escape.

“I think Emil said something about going for a walk to clear his mind.” You informed him. “I guess he has a lot on his mind at the moment.”

Crap. Looks like Iceland was going to be gone for a while. He may be a kid, but he tended to overthink. Unfortunately, Norway knew that he probably got that from him. He has he fair share of anxiety too and was feeling it creep up on him at the moment.

“What did you need him for?” You asked out of curiosity as you paused your game; setting it down before give him your full attention.

Norway felt panic start to crawl on him. He didn’t know what to say. There it was again; the lack of words. He felt his chest begin to swell and his face begin to heat up. Was he sweating? Was it obvious? Oh no. You were watching him so intently. He couldn’t keep looking at you, it was only making the feelings worse. Speak, speak, speak!

“Well,” You broke the silence. “is there anything I can do for you?”

“No.” He lied. He bit the inside of his cheeks as he felt humiliation sink in his body. Why couldn’t he just say that he felt lonely and just needed some one-on-one time with someone?

You saw the disappointment wash over him subtly as he tucked his hands in his pockets. Something seemed off and he definitely wasn’t going to be the one to initiate it. He turned around and was about to run off again when-

“Hey, do you want to hang out?” You finally asked.
His back straightened out as he perked up at the offer.

Bingo.

He turned around and looked at you out of the corner of his eye before he gave you a soft nod.

“Sure..” he said quietly.

You patted on the couch for him to come sit next to you under your blanket. He felt his weight sink into couch cushion; it was already warm from your heat. You had scooted over so he could have the warm spot? He felt touched. That was a hard thing to give up when it was as cold as it was.

You picked up your phone to see if you had any notifications. Nothing. But you did noticed that it was starting to get late.

“5:34?” You said with some disappointment. It felt like the day had gone by so fast, and you hadn’t even had lunch.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” You offered as you got up from the couch and stretched.

“No, you don’t have to do that.” He decline. “That’d be too much.”

“I haven’t really eaten anything all day so I was going to make food anyways. It’s no big deal.”

You waited for him to answer but it seemed that he was going to stick to what he said. You shrugged and headed your way into the kitchen.

Norway heard pots and pans clanging, water running, and a couple a curse words. Finally after fifteen or so minutes, you has returned with two bowls. He was confused as you sat down beside him and handed him a bowl of thick, creamy mac and cheese. You thought he was offended at first, judging by the look on his face.

“You didn’t have to make me anything..” he said with a hint of embarrassment. “I’m not even hungry.”

Just as those words left his lips, his stomach let out a low and loud growl. You began to laugh as he turned his head to hide his embarrassment.

“Well, you can make it up to me by making me some food next time then.” You said as you began to dig in. “Then we’ll be even- OUCH! HOT!”

He looked down at his spoon before gingerly picking it up. He lifted it to his lips and gently blew on it a couple of times before taking his first bite.

You could tell by the light in this eyes and the gently pink in his cheeks that he liked it.

“I’m a good cook right?” You bragged jokingly.

“Anyone can make mac and cheese.” He scoffed back with a snarky smirk.

“NOT TRUE.” You nearly barked. “I’VE HAD MY FAIR SHARE OF BAD MAC AND CHEESE.”

He quietly chuckled before continuing to eat. You pick the ds back up and began to play again. Norway watched as your finger smashed against the buttons aggressively. He leaned his head on your shoulder in curiosity.

“What are you playing?” He asked as he glued his eyes to the screen.

“Pokemon.” You answered without taking your eyes off of the game. “I’m fighting the elite four right now and they’re kicking my ass.”

He watched as you decided on a move and watched your pokemon use it against the apposing team. The attack didn’t do much damage and it seemed that the enemy had brushed it off like it was nothing. He saw you mutter something under your breath and your toes start to curl with frustration.

“Why don’t you use the other move?” He offered. “The name sounds like it’d have more power to it.”

“Yeah, it does. But do you see how they only give you five times to use it?” You explained as you pointed at the screen; careful not to touch it. “I’m trying to save it for when I go against the champion so that way I can just wipe out their team.”

He hummed in understanding. He quietly watched you play and found himself curling into you more and more as time passed. He was cozy where he was at; even when you started to get frustrated and cuss at the other winning team. He didn’t feel as lonely as he did before. He felt all warm and fuzzy now; his mind slowly drifting and his eyes slowly fluttering shut. He felt…nice.

“Thanks.” He said quietly with a soft smile.

You had barely heard him until you finished the battle defeated. “Hmm? Oh, for what?”

When he didn’t respond you turned your head to await a response when you saw Norway had fallen asleep on your shoulder. His face was flushed pink from warmth and his pale hair was messy across his forehead. He quietly breathed from his mouth and mumbled in his sleep. He looked so soft and peaceful. You smiled and quietly chuckled before gently petting his head and then returning to you game.

Norway was never good with his words. But his actions always made up for him.