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Norway x Reader- Just A Misunderstanding

Lukas Bondevik woke up in a situation he never thought he would; half naked with a splitting headache, with his crush half naked and wrapped tightly around his chest. His face still kept his stoic expression but a huge blush crept up on his face. You were woven around Norway's torso, clad only in you bra and underwear. He noticed it had your flag printed on it, the flag of (c/n). That was enough to make him go insane. In his mind you looked perfect, beautiful, although why you were in your current state of dress confused him. Why was he in only his Norwegian flag boxers and had a bone-crushing headache? As he surveyed the area, he froze. He was in your house. What had happened last night?

As he pondered the possibilities, he stared at you, taking in all your curves and beauty. His mind rested on one thing that made his face turn bright red. The two of you obviously got together last night. You probably invited him back to your place, he confessed his crush on you, and the two of you took advantage of the situation. His blush left his face as he continued to watch you. You were beginning to squirm around, close to waking up. As Norway tried shuffling away from you, your eyes snapped open.

"Hei (name)." Lukas stared at you unwavering. He inwardly smiled as your blush reached the colour of his flag. You began flailing about, jumping off the bed to find some suitable attire. You were too cute. (F/n) (l/n) had been his friend since he grew out of his Viking stage. She had heard the things he'd done, yet was not scared. Plus you just made fun of him in the end. You two quickly became best friends.

-Your POV-

You turned to look at Lukas, finally a nightgown concealed your body as you nervously laughed, before staring at him. 'Goddamnit' your mind screamed at you, 'Go get his clothes you nutjob.' Yes, that's what you'd do. "I'll just go get your clothes, I'll be back in a minute Norge." He nodded in response, still watching you intently. You dashed from the room, blush never leaving your face.

'Hopefully his clothes are dry.' You thought quietly before your mind rested on something else. 'Dayum,' the back of your mind piped up, 'Norge is looking hot!' Of course you thought so, 'I mean look at him'. You thought he was gorgeous, even if he was incredibly quiet. 'Come on I'm sure his manly chest is warm now, you warmed him up nicely.' That sarcastic, perverted part of your brain just had to fill your mind with thoughts. Granted, that was nearly all of you, a very sarcastic person. As you located the dryer, relief filled you as you cuddled the warm fabric, heading back towards the man in your bed.

'He probably thinks I'm weird.' You thought. 'No shit.' That was the conclusion you reached. You stepped inside your bedroom, only to find the Norwegian not in your bed, rather he was looking at a plush bunny you owned. You smiled as you walked up behind. "Special delivery for one Luke." You called as you handed him the clothes. "I promise I won't look." You added, turning around. Finally you were back to your old self.

-Norge's POV-

"Special delivery for one Luke."

As he took the clothes from you, he couldn't help but feel annoyed at the nickname you gave him. Getting dressed he remembered that you told him about nicknames you gave everyone. Your favourites had to be Yao-Yao, which annoyed China to no end, Keeks, which Japan found annoying but he was far to polite, and Emmy, which made little brother blush and look away' muttering 'stupid' as he went. As he gave the word for you to turn around, she spoke.

"Well this is certainly better." You smiled. His heart broke a little at that line.

"(Name), what happened last night? Did we, you know... Sleep together?" What's this? Norway, the emotionless nation, just awkwardly asked if he made love with a girl and he couldn't remember a thing? He loved the way your blush returned ten-fold.

"N-no..."

He couldn't help but feel disappointed. So it was more than a crush, so what?

"No you came 'round to my place. And you're an idiot for walking to my house in a snowstorm!" She snapped. A snowstorm? How? Why was he? What? As if reading his thoughts you continued.

"See this is a prime example of why you don't go drinking with the rest of the Magic Trio. I recall Vlad refusing to talk with me when I asked him what happened. And Arty is never any help." You stopped your rant to walk up to him, before punching him in the arm. He glared at you. The magic trio? Of course Vlad did something, he always tried to get the two of you together. He was drunk? That would explain the headache.

"You scared me Norge. You were swaying in the front yard, obviously freezing. I could barely see you. A-and when I touched you, you felt like a block of ice, and as you know, I don't have a spare bedroom. So I carried you up to my room and we both got in bed..." He could see how scared she was and how much she blushed at the memory, she wasn't even finishing her sentences.

"Then you were still freezing, even under three blankets, so I uh, well... I, got you out of your wet clothes. Thank (deity) your boxers were dry. And I'd heard the best way to stay warm is to remove the wet clothes. So that meant I had to get out of mine too, because I had to go get you. Plus shared body heat is said to make people warmer. So I... well, cuddled you." So that's what had happened. His friends got him drunk and left him at your house. Wait, you undressed him? Norway's cheeks were tinged a light pink.

"Oh sorry for scaring you and thank you for looking after me." He said. 'Yeah good going meat head. She probably thinks you don't care now.'

-Your POV-

'Tell him he looks hot.' No you won't do that.

"Do you want some breakfast?"

"Sure."

So it was settled. You led him down to the kitchen and began to make pancakes, putting far too much butter in them, thanks to him. Giggling as you flicked batter at him, you got him right on the nose. He frowned before flicking batter back at you. You playfully pouted before getting it off.

"You missed some." He said emotionless

"What? Where!" You squeaked when he snaked his arms around your waist wiped your face with a nearby cloth. Childishly you pouted as he let out a rare smile.

"There. Jeg elsker deg (name)." Norway spoke. He loved you. And you loved him, that you were certain of.

"Oh Norge! I love you too." You hugged him back, pecking him on the cheek and turning back to the pancakes. Ah, it was a blissful morning there with your new boyfriend, eating butter pancakes and talking about everything. All this from a misunderstanding.