This is the first time I write BDSM, so I'm not sure if I'm any good but I still wanted to give this a try and do my part for the fill count ;) maybe OP will get a better fill from someone else later. This is only the setup so nothing much happens yet (sorry that it's so short!). I'll post part 2 either later this evening or tomorrow. I'm guessing that this will be around 6 parts long. The title means 'My little treasure' by the way.
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The first time Norway met the annoying little brat was one on of Sweden and Finland's many house parties. He found those kind of events quite annoying since they forced him to actually socialise with people. And he hated people. But, on the other hand, they provided him with free food. And with food, he meant Finland heavenly food and not the ready-made crap he ate when he was alone. How could he say no to that? Norway sat cross-legged on the fluffy pink couch and quietly sipped his coffee, glad that no one tried to make small talk with him. Well, that was until that damn little brat decided it would be a great idea to flop down on the couch right beside him. Norway threw a quick glance at him before turning his attention back to his coffee. His interest was slightly piqued. He had to admit that the boy was quite the beauty. Unruly sandy blond hair, honest blue eyes and a happy smile on his lips. Norway tried to gauge his age. He'd obviously already hit puberty but he still had quite the baby face, so it was hard to tell. 14? Maybe 15? Too young. Norway told himself. His last one had been 16. He definitely couldn't go underneath that. "Eh, lady? I think we haven't met yet, have we?" The boy said while poking Norway's side. "I'm the great Denmark!" Norway scowled. His previous thoughts were like whipped away. Too young and too annoying. He definitely preferred the docile ones. "Haha, I was just joking." The boy laughed loudly. "I know you're not a lady. But your face looks really feminine. It's pretty." Norway rolled his eyes. He really didn't feel like talking to this kid. "Fuck off, brat." The boy pouted dramatically. "Aw, come on. I said I'm sorry. Please tell me your name. Pretty please!" Norway signed. "I'm Norway." Denmark's face brightened immediately. "You're Norge! That means you're my neighbor! That's so cool. You'll be my big bro from now on! Come on, give me a bro fist." He held up his fist expectantly. Norway stared at the boy for a second before he got up and walked away. What an idiotic child.
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Min lille skatt [Part 1/6?]
(Anonymous) 2013-11-18 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)~~~
The first time Norway met the annoying little brat was one on of Sweden and Finland's many house parties.
He found those kind of events quite annoying since they forced him to actually socialise with people. And he hated people. But, on the other hand, they provided him with free food. And with food, he meant Finland heavenly food and not the ready-made crap he ate when he was alone. How could he say no to that?
Norway sat cross-legged on the fluffy pink couch and quietly sipped his coffee, glad that no one tried to make small talk with him. Well, that was until that damn little brat decided it would be a great idea to flop down on the couch right beside him.
Norway threw a quick glance at him before turning his attention back to his coffee. His interest was slightly piqued. He had to admit that the boy was quite the beauty. Unruly sandy blond hair, honest blue eyes and a happy smile on his lips. Norway tried to gauge his age. He'd obviously already hit puberty but he still had quite the baby face, so it was hard to tell. 14? Maybe 15?
Too young. Norway told himself. His last one had been 16. He definitely couldn't go underneath that.
"Eh, lady? I think we haven't met yet, have we?" The boy said while poking Norway's side. "I'm the great Denmark!"
Norway scowled. His previous thoughts were like whipped away. Too young and too annoying. He definitely preferred the docile ones.
"Haha, I was just joking." The boy laughed loudly. "I know you're not a lady. But your face looks really feminine. It's pretty."
Norway rolled his eyes. He really didn't feel like talking to this kid. "Fuck off, brat."
The boy pouted dramatically. "Aw, come on. I said I'm sorry. Please tell me your name. Pretty please!"
Norway signed. "I'm Norway."
Denmark's face brightened immediately. "You're Norge! That means you're my neighbor! That's so cool. You'll be my big bro from now on! Come on, give me a bro fist." He held up his fist expectantly.
Norway stared at the boy for a second before he got up and walked away. What an idiotic child.