Norwegian Stereotypes..

"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.

"Sure."

(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 most in Norway don't smile and are always silent?"

Lukas grunted. He was rather silent he found, but that didn't mean his country was.

"That's not true." he said, looking away. (your name) smirked a bit, and looked back at the computer.

"All norwegians are blond and pale."

"No." Lukas sighed. None of those dumb stereotypes were true. He didn't even know why she was bothering with this.

"Anything to do with vikings is acceptable in Norway?"

Lukas wanted to smirk at that one. Of course, it wasn't true.

"Oh (your name)." Lukas sighed. "I think your time on the computer is up."

With that, (your name) shut off the computer, and pushed the chair into it's place, and turned to see Norway facing her with a serious look on his. Well...it was more serious than usual.

"H-hey Lukas?"

He slightly grinned, making her mouth want to hit the floor. She hardly got a word from him, and now he was nearly smiling at her?!

"Y-you never said if the last stereotype was true or not.."

He chuckled slightly, before patting (your name) on the back, and coming close to her ear, causing a blush to rise onto her face.

"Not everything viking is acceptable (your name)."

He grabbed(your name)'s hand and pulled her away from the lounge where the computer was at, and upstairs and into his room, seating her next to him while he caressed her face. He wanted to do this for so long, but how could he ever say it? (Your name) came over all the time and tried to speak to him. Now was the time.

He purred and grabbed the girl's waist, making her squeak.

"But what I'm about to do will be~" just before he kissed her.