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Norway x Reader Bunny Love"Yo (Y/n) can I copy your homework for biology? I forgot to do mine." your friend Alfred asked. Typical Alfred.

"You watched the football game last night didn't you?"

"I can't help it. Gotta root for my fave team bra! Hahah!" Alfred laughed.

"Ok class pay attention we have a new student. Please meet Lukas Bondevik. He will be your classmate for now on so be nice." you teacher announced which caused you quickly whip your head and almost give yourself whiplash. You couldn't believe it was him after all this time..

-----flashback to when you were 10-----

You were outside playing on the ground hugging your favorite stuffed bunny named (Bunny

Best Photo (Photographer NorwayXReader)Lukas smiled in the dark room, watching his developed photos drying on the line. His head tilted he looked over them again, reminiscing about the shoot. He'd been commissioned do, well his job and take photographs at a wedding of his colleague's.

Of course the main feature was the bride and groom, and let me tell you the bride was stunning. Her dress was simple, the back however was done up with a close-cut line of buttons. Her curled hair was pinned up with several combs, a big one shaped like a dragon-fly.

The groom looked dashing in his dark suit, his hair slicked back. Lukas had sneaked his way to the front of the aisle, so he could get

Norway x Reader (Secret Santa)Blank baby blue eyes lingered on you, watching you with great interest. Feeling the intense pressure that person was giving you, you tentatively raised your head and glanced at his direction, swiftly turning away with flaming cheeks the second your (insert colour) eyes met his.

Norway chuckled softly, resting his head on his hand as he continued to glue his blue orbs on you.

It was obvious to everyone that you had a serious attraction towards the reclusive nation, so clear that Norway himself knew. Whenever you were around him, you were forever blushing and stuttering about. Even after talking to him, you always had a triumphant grin plaste

NorwayxReader: Onii-chan

"Come on Ice, call me onii-chan," said Norway with his usual poker face. "Repeat after me, o-nii-chan."
You groaned, this was the usual argument between the two brothers. "Ice please, you know he'll never stop until you do it."
Iceland shook his head, "Stop it, you're annoying our guest."
"__________ doesn't mind it, do you ____________?"
Not knowing how to respond without being rude, you opened your mouth then shut it and groaned letting your forehead hit the table.
"She does," said Iceland bluntly.
Norway frowned and poked you gently. You looked up revealing the red mark on your forehead from hitting the table. "Do you ____________?"

Norway x Reader Confession

You were going to visit the Nordics to hang out which you did every other week. You had become good friends with Nordics but the reaon why you also liked hanging out with the Nordics was not because they were also fun to hang out with but you had a crush on Lukas the man who doesn't really like to show emotions to anyone.

You loved it everytime he chocked Mathias with his necktie whenever Mathias did something that was very annoying. He got chocked with his tie every single day almost. You also loved his blue eyes and his hair especially the floating curl on the side of his head you found really strange but cute at the same time. Bottom line

Norway x Reader - Bets (Request)"You do know that this won't make me say it, right?" questioned Emil, directing it at both you and Lukas.

"We never said that was the reason." you defended, with Lukas nodding his heading, showing his agreement with your statement.

"It's obvious though…" mumbled Emil.

You see, you and Lukas have been having a bet to see if within a week, if Lukas could get Emil to call him "Onii-chan" or if you could get him to call you "Onee-chan". The winner gets whatever they want from the loser. You were not related to them, but all of you were childhood friends, so you were practically like family.

"L-lets just start playing. Lukas, truth or dar

Norway x Reader ~Not Very Often~~Not Very Often~

There were times when Lukas could have just gone over to say something. Anything. It could have been a compliment or a question even, but either he never got the opportunity or he just couldn't work up the courage.

Still…if he didn't do something and fast, Mathias would beat him to the mark (no pun intended).

"Hey, have you noticed that Norge has been acting a little off recently?" Tino asked Emil during lunch.

Emil was about to open his mouth, but Mathias came strolling in and interrupted him before he could speak.

"He's always like that, Finny," he said dismissively. "The guy's a natural creep much like yourself,

Gakuen!NorwayxReader: Mystery texter (REQUEST)

Gakuen Hetalia! Norway x texter!reader

You didn`t set your phone down as you raised you hand to answered the math problem. You, (full name) were a texter. Never set your phone down, always on it.

You are currently in (grade) grade and attend Gakuen Hetalia, a private school. It had its up's, and had its downs.

Your red plaid skirt/ overalls with frill at the ends had secret pockets you added in, so you could hide your phone whenever the teachers got fed up. This was all the time. Your block tie moved from its place on your neck, so you readjusted it quickly so you go back to texting.

You teacher, Mr. Kirkland sighed. You smiled sweetly an

.:NorwayxReader: A Virus.: Elbows on table, you gloomily stared down at your meal in front of you that you haven't even touched. You haven't been able to eat a morsel for three whole days. The only thing that was in your system was water and the occasional slice of toast. Ever since you first laid eyes on him, you haven't been able to put a spoon or fork to your lips. Your parents, Tino and Berwald, were highly concerned about you. Tino would constantly pester you with "What's wrong"s and "Are you alright"'s, but you just gave him the occasional shrug and "It's nothing." Berwald, on the other hand, was able to get a little bit more out of you, but not much. All you to

HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Norway!HetaliaxReader-Lost my Book-Norway has it!

You felt your face heat up, as Lukas Bondevik, also known as Norway, coming towards you carrying your diary. He seemed a little laid back, as he strode towards you, with his usual face-plain and unemotional.
"Hello Lukas!" you gushed seeing the diary in his arm. He didn't say anything, just handed you the book.
"Where did you find this?"
He raised an eyebrow, then grunted lightly.
"Just on the floor."
You raised both your eyebrows. You didn't remember leaving your book there. How would Lukas of all people find it anyway? You decided not to say anything, and just smiled.
"Th

NorwayXReader- Borrowed Books and Blizzards"Hey Norge, __________'s here!" Denmark yelled, holding the door to the house open enough to let her stand out of the wrath of the blizzard.
Norge sighed, Denmark was being really over-sensitive about the poeple he was letting in these days. Sure there economies weren't the best right now, and Sweden was pushing on a war with Russia, but that wasn't a reason to block out there childhood friends, especially one so close and innocent as little __________.
"I'm coming, Den." I sighed heavily, setting my book down on the love seat and wrapping my jacket around me tighter. It was fucking cold, and at this rate I'd never be able to finish

It all started with a song ~ NorwayXReader [REQ]

"GAH! I didn't get any sleep!" whined Denmark as he was walking down the stairs of the school. His friend followed closely.

"Oh shut it dane. It's not my fault that Iceland is making us share a bed[1]…" Norway groaned whacking the eldest Nordic over the head.

"OW!" he yelped as he ruffled his blonde hair. Lukas spat.

"You're such a child sometimes…" he said furrowing his eyebrows into an annoyed frown.

"Yo Denmark!" called a louder and more obnoxious voice. It was none other than the loudest country known to everyone, America.

"Yo America!" He laughed running over to him giving their signature high five. America gave his famou

Onii-chanNorway X Reader
(A/N)I feel like such a weebo for writing this but I thought the idea was cute, okay?! In the story, you're the youngest out of all the Nordics… So… yeah.
Please enjoy! (A/N)
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You were sat in the living room, along with the rest of the Nordics. You were one yourself in fact. It was a nice relationship- the family was small, but loving and warm. But sometimes the countries got into heated arguments like what was about to happen now.
"Aww, Iceland, you're so cute! Just give in and call Norway 'Onii-chan'!" Denmark teased. The fluffy haired man laughed loudly; he was already half drunk.
"No way! Why are we e

I'm Home Norway x Reader

Looking up into the midnight starry sky I sighed knowing that he would never return to me.
"Why must I feel this way? Lukus please wherever you are come home to me I miss you so much my heart can't take it anymore!" yelled (name).
Slowly trudging her way back to the house that her and her lover once shared she lays on the couch collapsed and crying. Why, why must she wait when she knows that after 5 years and not a word since he left that he would come home. Sighing in defeat she let the calming darkness of rest over take her. Longing in her heart that her Norwegian fiancé would make it home from that bloody war with the Danish basta

Oneshot : Norway x Reader - Glitter Purple**If you don't know what the "jelly bracelet game" is, then it is advised to take a look at the description before reading!
Hope you enjoy!

You were at some party hosted by some guy. To be honest you really didn't know who, but there was food, drink, and music to keep you happy and pumped. You had just stepped into the kitchen to refill your cup when you spotted a familiar face. Short, white-blonde hair and navy blue eyes. Lukas. He was in a couple of your classes, and you saw him around often. Just never talked to him much. The Norge wasn't much of a talking kind of person anyways.

But for some reason the quiet young man was at this party

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by ~1meh8, Sep 23, 2012, 7:34:30 PM
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NorwayxReader: Staring at me?

"THREE!" Denmark, or more called Mathias, shouted with pure excitement.
'What am I doing.' you thought rolling your eyes. Having a staring contest with Norway, a.k.a Lukas. That's what.
"TWO!!" Mathias was getting estactic. More excited than the two of you, and he wasn`t even playing.
"ONE GO!" he lowered his hands, and slammed them on the table in front of you and Lukas, and stood still. Lukas glared at you, not moving a muscle. You on the other hand, were looking at him, but fidjeting or playing with your fingers. It wasn`t easy, since he seemed like a very powerful nation, and the fact you kinda liked him. You felt as if he was looking right into you, knowing everything your thinking. Like mind control. Finland (Tino) and Sweden (Berwald) stood behind Mathias, watching as the two of you sat there staring at eachother.
'Lukas is going to win for sure' you thought, hoping he didn't notice your constant fidjeting.
Mathias began to fidjet too-seeing as he was getting bored so fast-and began to sing a random song.
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"Haha!!" Mathias shouted and slapped you on the back. "Looks like you beat him (your name)!"
Tino laughed. Berwald stayed quiet. You tried to smile, but with Lukas still looking at you it was kind of tough.
"Wow..I gotta go now.." you said getting up. The other countires nodded, and went back to their business. Lukas then grabbed your wrist. You squeaked a little, feeling him right behind you.
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Your mouth opened a little.
"Hmm?" was all you could mange to say.
He bent down to whisper in your ear.
"I was just staring at you."
Your eyes widened a little. When he began to walk away, you smiled.
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"You can stare at me anytime."