(Not potential A!A above.) OP, saw you had DenNor as one of your liked pairings and I was immediately interested and inspired. They are my newest OTP after all. XD
Norway was awake before dawn - again. What the hell, he complained internally as he stumbled out of bed and toward the bathroom. When he reentered the bedroom with an empty bladder a few minutes later, still fuming at being conscious before every other creature in the country, he had to do a double take when he saw his bed had another inhabitant. He sighed as he climbed back into bed.
Centuries later and I'm probably never going to get used to this, he told himself as he looked over at his snoring companion. He tried to figure out how he had ever even begun to deserve a lover. Especially a lover so full of joy and compassion whose only negative quality was that he slept like a damn rock. Only a complete idiot could fall in love with someone so frigid and withdrawn. Norway wasn’t ignorant; he knew his behavior pushed a lot of nations away. Only a complete idiot… But he is my idiot.
He nearly snorted when his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he got a visual of how comically his partner slumbered, limbs splayed out as if he were creating some sort of demented snow angel. He had an ankle propped up on the footboard (Norway had yet to buy a larger bed to accommodate his taller companion if only to find out if the other nation would complain – old habits die hard, he guessed) and his lanky arms were curled under a head of disarrayed blond hair. Norway felt the corners of his mouth pull up when he thought about those arms, how he could easily get them to wrap around his waist by scooting a foot closer, pressing his body against that brawny chest; he swore his lover had a sixth sense when sleeping that made him alert of when his Norge was in the "hug zone." Idiot, he commented in his head again just for the hell of it.
Norway's eyes traveled down his bedmate's body, picturing flawlessly what was hidden under the blanket, every curve and crevice he had come to know so well over the course of their intimate relationship. His eyes were locked on the spot where he knew his partner's happy place was covered by what Norway now considered to be too much fabric. He felt his pants tighten uncomfortably when his mind wandered to a conversation they had shared just a few days before.
Well, he did ask for it, Norway assured himself as he slowly moving to get his entire body under the blanket, his lover still in hibernation. He stopped abruptly, pulling the cover back as he recalled something. He reached for his hair clip on the nightstand before returning to his unconscious partner's side, grunting at his own actions. The idiot gets turned on by this for some reason, he pondered as he slipped the accessory into his hair. The “idiot” hadn't even flinched.
Maybe being with such a heavy sleeper wasn't so bad after all, Norway joked as he kneeled between two attractively muscular thighs. I better get something really nice out of this. Here goes nothing...
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Twilight Temptation - Part 1/3
(Anonymous) 2013-04-08 04:27 am (UTC)(link)Norway was awake before dawn - again. What the hell, he complained internally as he stumbled out of bed and toward the bathroom. When he reentered the bedroom with an empty bladder a few minutes later, still fuming at being conscious before every other creature in the country, he had to do a double take when he saw his bed had another inhabitant. He sighed as he climbed back into bed.
Centuries later and I'm probably never going to get used to this, he told himself as he looked over at his snoring companion. He tried to figure out how he had ever even begun to deserve a lover. Especially a lover so full of joy and compassion whose only negative quality was that he slept like a damn rock. Only a complete idiot could fall in love with someone so frigid and withdrawn. Norway wasn’t ignorant; he knew his behavior pushed a lot of nations away. Only a complete idiot… But he is my idiot.
He nearly snorted when his eyes adjusted to the darkness and he got a visual of how comically his partner slumbered, limbs splayed out as if he were creating some sort of demented snow angel. He had an ankle propped up on the footboard (Norway had yet to buy a larger bed to accommodate his taller companion if only to find out if the other nation would complain – old habits die hard, he guessed) and his lanky arms were curled under a head of disarrayed blond hair. Norway felt the corners of his mouth pull up when he thought about those arms, how he could easily get them to wrap around his waist by scooting a foot closer, pressing his body against that brawny chest; he swore his lover had a sixth sense when sleeping that made him alert of when his Norge was in the "hug zone." Idiot, he commented in his head again just for the hell of it.
Norway's eyes traveled down his bedmate's body, picturing flawlessly what was hidden under the blanket, every curve and crevice he had come to know so well over the course of their intimate relationship. His eyes were locked on the spot where he knew his partner's happy place was covered by what Norway now considered to be too much fabric. He felt his pants tighten uncomfortably when his mind wandered to a conversation they had shared just a few days before.
Well, he did ask for it, Norway assured himself as he slowly moving to get his entire body under the blanket, his lover still in hibernation. He stopped abruptly, pulling the cover back as he recalled something. He reached for his hair clip on the nightstand before returning to his unconscious partner's side, grunting at his own actions. The idiot gets turned on by this for some reason, he pondered as he slipped the accessory into his hair. The “idiot” hadn't even flinched.
Maybe being with such a heavy sleeper wasn't so bad after all, Norway joked as he kneeled between two attractively muscular thighs. I better get something really nice out of this. Here goes nothing...