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“(Your name) what are you looking at?” Emil, the white haired Icelandic man asked, while watching his friend shuffle through random sites on the computer. He didn't have the slightest idea why she was at his house, but he didn't care. He rather her be over more than anyone else.
“Just some things to ask you..” (your name) replied, a smile appearing on her face, seeing as she found the site she wanted.
“What do you want to ask me then?” Emil replied questionably, as if ready for some super tricky math question, for something about his brother or-
“Is is true that Iceland has the strongest men and women?” she asked, causing him to rethink over the whole 'tricky math' thing. Emil took a moment to wonder why she even cared about this kind of information.
“That is said by some. But-”
“Is it true male tourists to Iceland can easily get laid?”
Emil raised an eyebrow, showing off on his 'what are you talking about' looks,
"Does everyone in america have a gun?"
Alfred F. Jones: also known as America, turned to see his friend (your name), surfing the internet, a keen look in her eyes as she scanned each word on the depicted site she was on.
"Whaa-dude what you readin'?" Alfred just chuckled, hoping she would ignore not getting an answer.
Well that sure wasn't gunna happen.
"Does everyone in america have a gun?" she asked again, earing only a yawn and a stretch from Alfred.
"No (your name), not EVERYONE in america has a gun."
"Okay.." she mumbled, and continued to search on the same sight. A few moments later, while Alfred was chowing down on a tastely hamburger, (your name)'s voice rang through his ears before he could even taste the meat or lettuce.
"What now dude?" he asked, hoping she'd be quick so he could get on with his meal.
"Is it ture that everyone in America eats Macdonald's on an everyday basis?"
Alfred had to think for a moment.
"Nope, dude...why you-"
"Are american people always racist?"
"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"
A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.
"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"
"Are Italian's all loud?"
Feliciano looked almost offended.
"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"
"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"
The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.
"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"
(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.
"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"
(Your name)'s eyes glared onto the screen before laughing out loud. Feliciano still didn't look to happy.
"What is it now (your)-"
"Is is true italians have ties with the mafia?" she began to laugh again. "Wow."
Feliciano poked his friend in the shoulder. (Your name) turned her head to be..extremely close to his. She didn't even know he was there.
"Those things aren'
"Everyone drinks Vodka?"
The tall Russian man names Ivan, looked up to his dear friend (your name), who was 'supposed' to be looking for information about America. Don't ask why he wanted HER specifically to do it, maybe it was because he just liked seeing her. But for now, he was wishing he hadn't.
"No (your name)." Ivan replied, although chuckling to himself since HE was drinking vodka at the moment himself.
"Is Russia cold all year round?" (Your name) asked again, still looking at the computer screen in front of her.
Ivan felt like it was going to burn her eyes.
"No no (your name) it's not. But, why are you-"
"Russians only own warm clothes?"
Ivan gave her a 'are-you-retarded' look, before sighing and going towards her. Leaning over her shoulder, and peering at the computer screen. 'Russian Stereotypes' was the main page.
"Why are looking at this (your name)? You're supposed to look for America's weaknesses."
"I know I know. Hold on." (your name) giggled, making Ivan lean back a lit
"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"
The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.
"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"
"Is is true french wash less often than others?"
He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.
"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.
"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.
"(Your name) don't tell me your-"
"Is it true french people are rude and racist?"
"NON!" Francis shouted, a little more angry than girly this time.
"Well is it true french always eat frogs all the time?"
Francis sighed, and just answered the questions.
"Zat is not true either."
(Your name) sighed, and began to tap her fingers along the desk. To Francis, he thought it was pr
"(Your name) vhat are you looking at?" Ludwig, also known as germany, replied standing above the (h/c) haired girl sitting at his computer. She was hardly paying attention, just glaring at the screen in front of her.
"Hmm.." was all he got from her. Sighing, he grabbed a newspaper and began to read it while still staring at her, wondering what on earth she was doing.
"Is it true all Germans are mean and tough?"
Ludwig took a moment to understand what she was asking, making sure he didn't take it the wrong way.
"No (your name), why vould you think something like zat-"
"Are Germans always angry?"
His face began to heat up. It was like she was pressuring him.
"No (your name), I don't see why zis is-"
"Are all Germans obsessed with beer?"
Ludwig's eyebrow twitched slightly.
"N-no! Verdammit (your name).."
"Do you guys only eat sausage and schnitzels?"
"Of course not!" Ludwig was getting furious. Not at (your name), but at the damn stereotypes she was reading about him and his culture. He d
The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.
"Yes (your name)?"
Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.
"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"
"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.
(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.
Arthur began to get curious.
"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.
"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.
She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.
"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.
Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.
South Italian Stereotypes...
To say your friend Lovino can get easily angered was an understatement. He'd never admit he was wrong, even if the whole party knew it was his fault.
At least he was nice towards you-and usually just women in general. However as you flipped open your notepad-to reveal your list of 'questions' you were going to ask him-you couldn't help but feel that it was going to end badly.
It was tough to find the few questions you had, but it was definetly worth it. Knocking on Lovino's door, he opened it with a wide mouth like he was expecting someone he didn't like.
"Oh..it is you (Name)." he mumbled, crossing his arms. "You may come in."
"Thanks." you smiled and poked his nose, not watching him blush and rub it as you walked in.
"S-so..why are you here anyway?" he asked, his arms still crossed and his foot tapping like he hadn't much time and needed to be somewhere.
"I have some things I'd like to ask you."
"Pfft. Why?" he asked, not even giving you a chance to state what 'kind' of questions.
It had been weeks since you visited your friend Tino, and since Berwald was technically 'away' for a few days, now would be the perfect to see him alone.
And you had some..things you wanted to show him.
And if Berwald were there things could get...awkward. So it was best he wasn't there.
You stumbled onto the Finnish man's doorway and knocked softly.
Not a moment to soon, he opened the door with a signature smile, the usual smile he had around you.
"Ahh (Name) your here!" he said brightly allowing you inside. "I've missed you!"
"Me too." you smiled back, watching him fumble a little with his necktie and watch you sit down in the living room. The black book in your hands made his brow raise.
You giggled a little.
"Nothing important. But come, sit, I want to ask you a few things."
Without hesitation, he sat down, and waiting for you to begin.
You cleared your throat, and opened the book and gave him a little glance. His expression was completely normal, although he had a l
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 dare?" you asked.
"Ok, um who do you think is annoying?"
"Mathias. Emil, truth or dare?"
"What is your favourite food?"
"Licorice. (Name), truth or dare?"
"Ok, kiss Lukas."
"Do I have t- wait, what?!" you yelled, standing up in shock, face a bright red.
"You heard me, kiss Lukas."
"W-w-w b-but I-I can't-" you stutter
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, Ice." At this, Emil scowled.
"I didn't mean like that, Mark," Tino said shaking his head. "I meant that he's been acting differently. You know when was it? Ever since ______________ started working here."
"Oh, yeah! ______________! I think I might ask her out to lunch today," Mathias said brushing off Tino's concerns about his friend. "She'
Holiday Treat [Norway x Reader]
"You didn't." Violet eyes looked disdainfully at the Dane before him, glaring at the pitiful mess he had become. Of all things to do on Christmas Eve, of all days!
"I didn't." Mathias repeated, looking lazily up at the voice. Gosh, why did Norge have to be so loud? He still didn't know what he did (or didn't) do. Why did Norge have to be so confusing? His head hurt too much.
"You. Spiked. The. Eggnog." Norway practically spat out every word. Who spikes eggnogg!? The practice was apparently more common then he had realized, but still- why must that stupid Dane ruin every day with alcohol?
[Name] was here today too, making Norway more tense than usual. He didn't want to scare her away, especially not on such a festive holiday.
"Oh....that." Denmark replied lamely, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Earlier today, Finland had set out a bowl of treats for them to snack on later, eggnog included. Mathias was thinking...well, some of us Nordics have been a little too uptight lately
Norway x Reader Trolling~
Norway x Reader
A large smirk appeared on your face. You had a playful glint in your (e/c) eyes. Everything was about to fall into place.
"I can't wait to see his reaction," you snickered to yourself.
"It'll be priceless!"
You wiggled your fingers above the keyboard, and clicked send.
"Now, I wait heh-heh .." you put your fingers together, as an evil mastermind would.
"BWAHAHAHAHA-" your evil laughter was interrupted by your friend, who was at the moment, one of your victims. He probably wouldn't care that much, since he enjoyed pranking and trolling others with you.
"__________? I heard THAT laugh .what are you up to this time?" Mathias asked, while entering the room.
You turned dramatically in your swivel chair to face him. Your lips curled up in delight.
"Why don't you take a look?" you purred.
He walked over to your computer, and you pressed play. The YouTube video loaded up and
He said Big Brother ::NorwayxReaderxIceland::“I WILL KILL YOU!”
You hear someone shout from the living room.
Norway runs into the kitchen to where you were preparing sugar cookies to hand out.
He hides behind you just before Iceland comes into the kitchen with a highly flustered face gritting his teeth.
Now you were confused.
Why was Norway hiding from Iceland?
“Err…what’s…going on?” You question both countries.
Iceland looks at you then turns away, his face turning even redder.
“He called me big brother~” Norway still crouched behind you cooed mockingly
“He called you big brother? How’d you do that?”
Iceland whips his head toward both of you having a look of rage pasted onto his cool exterior.
“HE TRICKED ME! HE USED DIRTY METHODS! HE’S A PERVERT!”
Norway chuckled from behind you.
“…what exactly did he do…?”
He just turned his head mumbling something to himself in his own language.
“Well I’m not telli
RQ: The Best Advice [Norway x Reader]
"Norge! You're lettin' another day pass! Don't make me drag you to her house!" Mathias yelled across the room, waking up the said Norwegian.
"You know where she lives? Creepy..." Emil said as he took a sip of his hot chocolate.
"Shut up, Dane." Lukas groaned and buried his face into the pillow.
"I'll make Emil call you 'Big Brother' if you at least knock on her door."
"Like heck if I would."
"It doesn't matter. Just leave me alone." Lukas said as he stood and went up to his room, slamming the door.
"He just needs some advice, guys." Tino said, loud enough to be heard from the kitchen.
"Good advice, Mathias." Tino finished.
"We should all share our ideas. Leave him off with several opinions, and it's all up to him." Tino stated as he sat on the couch. Berwald nodded in agreement.
"Alright then! The goal of each plan is to get Norge-"
"No one's gettin' laid, Mathias." Berwald interjected.
"I wasn't even gonna say that." Mathias smirked. "I was just saying~ Bl
I'm not Calling you that!Norway x reader
You were at your friend Emil’s house. Emil and his strange family were your best friends. Since the moment all five of you met it was fate you were meant to be with one another. There was something that struck you peculiar though, Emil’s older brother Lukas wanted you to call him “big brother”. You rejected him of course, who in their right mind would call him that!? Emil flipped out on him too, which was highly unusual for him since he was so quite.
Anyway, you were at their house, but the only one home was Lukas. You two got along just fine, in fact you had a small crush on him, but... you were still curious about the big brother thing. You guys were watching (favorite show), you were cold so he was holding you in a hug, as you sat cuddled up on the couch. Lukas was considerate when he wanted to be and he was really handsome too you had to admit, just not out loud. Lukas was arrogant enough without you feeding his ego, and you wouldn
Hetalia Seven Minutes In Heaven Norway
You step up to the hat and pull out a little white cross shaped barrette. "I know who this belongs to." You ran over to Norway and fixed the beret back into his hair. "There you go, that's better."
"Thank you." Norway blushed lightly and took your hand, leading you inside the closet.
"Try to have some fun in there, I doubt you'll be able to even get him to talk though." America left you two alone in the dark, dirty closet. Even though you had known Norway for a while it was still difficult at times to get him to talk, so you decided it best to start the conversation.
"Have you managed to get Iceland to call you big brother yet?" His face brightened immediately at the subject.
"He did call me that once you know, but I think he was just being sarcastic. It's really is hard to tell with that guy sometimes, he's a hard one to read. I'll get him to say it in for everyone to hear one day, just you wait and see." He placed his hand on his chin and chuckled as if picturing the whole ev
Request for ZiraHZ
Normally, teenager Lukas Bondevik had a will of iron. He was emotionless, tough as a rock, and one of the most stubborn people you'd ever meet.
So why wasn't that the fact when it came to (y/n) (l/n)?
How, he wondered, could one girl make his legs wobble, his stomach churn with embarrassment, and make him feel lightheaded when she smiled? A girl!
Now, not only was Lukas all of the things I mentioned earlier, he was also a serious tsundere. Falling in love was going way off his radar. He barely even saw it as a choice.
But things change.
"I hate my life," Lukas muttered as he flopped on the couch after he got home from school. He threw his backpack to the other side of the room and buried himself in the pillows.
"(y/n) again?" Mathias said, following Lukas inside with a smirk. Lukas groaned. "It's probably his time of the month." Emil, his younger brother, says in a monotone, walking in.
"Shut up, of course it's (y/n)." Lukas growled, shooting dag
"Norwegian's look as if they're soaked in bleach.."
Lukas Bondevik, turned his head to see (first name) (last name) glaring at a computer screen, seemingly talking to herself.
Finding this all to interesting, Lukas peered over, accidentally resting his head on her shoulder, making her gasp and turn to see him.
"Lukas you scared me!" she replied, clicking the minimize button.
"What were you looking at?" he asked, taking the mouse, putting his hand over hers and moving the mouse back to the website she was on. It wasn't really a site though. She was looking up 'Norwegian Stereotypes', and Lukas raised an eyebrow.
(Your name) just let out a sarcastic laugh.
"Can I ask you a few questions then?" she smiled brightly, with Lukas giving her another strange look.
(your name) went right to it, and began to asking questions.
"Does everyone ski in Norway?"
"No." Lukas answered rather quickly. He thought he should maybe speak a little slower.
"Hmm.." (your name) went on. "Is it true that m
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