My sweet nisse
I was lying on Lukas's bed in his room, with tears at my eyes.
'He…he say that he loved another woman…? So…he doesn't love me…or…or wait…'
Thoughts flooded my mind. I couldn't stand it. Did he really love another woman?
Flashback, 10 a.m. Sweden's house--
"And what do you want to celebrate, this time?"
I chuckled and looked at Mathias, who was really happy to hold a party…again. We had a party just yesterday, and now he wanted another…
"Nothing, as always" Emil snorted, waving his hand in front of his face.
"Ah but pleeeeeeeeeeease…" He wore his best puppy face and looked at me, with those eyes…
Lukas turned his head towards Sweden, not looking at Mathias anymore.
"D-don't look at me like that, Mathias!!!"
I turned his face towards Finland.
"That means we'll have it!!! Everyone, tonight at Lukas place!"
Lukas snapped out, and glared at him.
"C'mon, Norge!" He started to jump.
"Ok just don't break anything now!" Finland threw a pillow on Mathias's face.
I slowly closed my eyes putting my head on my arm, while Lukas turned his head looking at me.
Flashback, 10 p.m. Lukas's house--
I turned around, his house was veeeery huge. I saw Nor, before. It seemed like he was searching for someone. He wore his usual sailor hat, a white shirt, a navy tie, and white plain pants, and he was so gorgeous…
I was looking at all the nations that were dancing on the dance floor. Italy was trying to run away from Spain, Prussia was flirting with Hungary but she was all-eyed for Austria. Suddenly, someone poked my cheek.
"Hey you, (country name)."
It was the micro nation Wyoming.
I found her quite annoying, but still, I could talk with her.
"Can I talk with you in private?"
We separate from the crowd a little, and she began:
"I heard you have a crush on Norway"
How…how…how she knew that?!?
"So what?" I answered.
"You won't defeat me"
I sighed, I was looking for (your name). But it seems she's not here…I hope I'm wrong.
I turn my head towards the kitchen, and I suddenly see Wyoming shouting at her. She was on the verge of shouting too, but I know she won't. She is really calm, and I really love the way she is.
I approached them, but when I was a few steps away Wyoming noticed me and turned (your name)'s head towards me.
Her face was kind of sad, but still… a hoping one.
When I was going to speak, they both asked in unison:
"Do you love me?"
I looked at both, I could see anger in Wyoming's eyes and tears in (your name)'s.
I didn't want to confess like that, so I simply answered:
"I love someone"
At that, I couldn't stand it anymore. He surely didn't love me, or her. He loved another.
Surely he did.
I left them, running as fast as I could upstairs.
Just…I wanted to hide somewhere.
So I closed a random door behind me…I went where destiny told me.
She run upstairs.
I tried to follow her but I was stopped by someone grabbing me by my hand.
"Who is this someone?"
She was smirking, eyes full of…certainty.
"She's the one I have to follow, my loved one is (your name)"
She let go of me, surprised.
I looked at her face one last time, before running upstairs and search behind every door.
The little callion that I always take with me was playing a soft, melancholic melody. I cried a lot, but now I calmed down and I was listening to it. I closed my eyes, but suddenly the door opened and I gasped in surprise.
"Oh, here you are (your name). I should've know you would come here."
I just sighed and he sat next to me.
"Something's wrong with you? Why did you run away so fast…?"
He stroke my hair, pulling them a little and playing with them.
I sighed again and he threw his usual hat on a chair.
Then he lied next to me and continued to play with my hair.
"I know that now you are sad. Tell me if I can make you happy, because I don't like my sad face."
He was surprised, I could feel it because for a moment, he stopped to play with my hair.
Maybe he knows I can't shout so easily, because I'm really calm.
Maybe she misunderstood…what I meant before. And now she's angry.
But not angry at me, I hope.
"What's different?" I gently stroked her hair and listened carefully.
"It's not that you don't like my sad face…" she whispered "you…you don't like me either…not…not like I do towards you…"
'So that's the point!' I thought. I was right…she misunderstood.
I buried my nose in her hair and whispered "Is that all?"
I felt her nod, and her shivers at my touch. I have to do my move.
I moved my arms on hers, grabbing her hands, then I wrapped my legs around hers.
She stayed calm, and that's what I wanted.
I left a kiss on her neck and again I buried my nose in her hair.
"That's true, I don't like your sad face, because…"
I stopped for a second, searching for all the right words.
"…because I have different feeling towards you. You see, before I said/-
She cut me out, angry again.
"Yeah! You said that you loved another so I rushed away in tears. Easy! But it hurts!"
'That's another hint. I'm more sure she loves me now…' Yeah, she surely loves me…and I feel my heart so light…like I never felt before…I'm so happy and I want to scream it to the world!
"I…" I sighed, searching again the right words. "I didn't say that I loved her. Just because I wanted to confess to the girl I love in a private way…"
…is that so?
S-so there's a chance that he loves me.
Oh well, I don't think so. WHO in the earth could love someone like me?
I felt him sighing on my neck and left one of my hands to caress my face.
Then he whispered in my ear, giving me chills: "But now that we're alone I can finally say it."
Did I just under…
"Aha…" I lightly chuckled, not believing in his words. "Got the perfect occasion, got the wrong person!"
I heard him chuckle: "You're wrong (your name), because you're the one that I love and that I'll always love!"
Did I really understand?!?
I left his hand and turned, facing him.
He wore a little but happy smile, something that I've never seen before.
"C-Can you repeat?"
He left a chuckle because of my expression and said, caressing my cheek: "I love you, (your name). I love you so much…"
I slowly started to sob and I hugged him.
He cleared his throat and, smiling, he asked me: "Will you be my girl…?"
I swear I saw him blush. SO CUTE!
I nodded, and kissed his nose. He somewhat smirked, and said "You missed it…"
I raised an eyebrow, asking to myself what does it mean.
His smirk just grow wider, and with only one movement, he top me.
"So sweet and innocent, my girl, my girl" And with that little melody he placed his lips on mine.
That was not really unexpected…
I kissed back, and put my arms around his neck and closing my eyes. Then his tongue licked my bottom lip, and I gave him entrance. He titled his head to have a better entrance, and when his tongue started to fight with mine I shivered all over my body.
First the kiss was a little floppy, but then we worked together and we had an awesome French kiss.
When we broke apart, he looked in my eyes, filled with love, and whispered:
"My sweet nisse(1)… jeg elsker deg(2)…"
"Jeg elsker deg, Norge(3)"
[A present for you! Extra!]
Wyoming was still crying hard for what happened before. Norway, her crush, called that micro nation "his love"
'How can it be??? Me, the most beautiful girl on earth rejected???' She was thinking.
Then, there were some knocks on the door of that room. She turned, thinking that it was Lukas, so she stood up, adjusting her make-up: "Who is iiiiiit?"
"WYOMING WYOmiNg Wyoming BECOME one with me or I'LL cOMe theRe…open this door and MARRYMEMARRYMEMARRYmemarrymemerrymemerrymemerrymemerrrryme…"
Could it be…?
"BELARUSIA!?! Go awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"
She jumped out of the window and run away from there, forgetting about Norway and his "loved one".
(1) The nisse is -should be- a mythological creature, like a "good elf"
(2)"I love you" in norwegian.
(3)"Norway" in norwegian.