So,I have an idea for the norhun ff (ya don't have to use it if you don't like it) sooo how about they try to learn each others languages and in the end some cute scenes come up. Also,some embarresed(idk if I wrote it right) Iceland hahaha UwU
Sorry this took so long anon! (Struggled writing anything and scrapped my first attempt) Hope this satisfies your NorHun needs!
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It had started at a meeting for most of the European nations.
Hungary had woken up way earlier than she had initially planned, and finding herself wide awake she decided to just start her day.
She made her way down towards the kitchen only to pass the backyard courtyard and find, to her utter disbelief, Norway taking pictures and feeding some local crows.
“Friends of yours?” She asked as she approached him, trying to not laugh at how silly he looked with grass and dirt all over his trousers as a crow perched happily on his head.
“She is now,” Norway replied with a smile and held a peanut up to the crow. “Doesn’t take much to earn their friendship, a handful of nuts and they’ll remember you forever,”
“Interesting,” Hungary grinned and took a seat on the grass alongside Norway and his murder of crows. “Can you teach them a few tricks? I might have a fellow nation or two that could use a good scare or prank,”
“I’m sure I can help with that,” Norway smirked with a glint of mischief in his eyes and Hungary felt her heart make some very uncharacteristic skips of beat.
A few weeks later; and one terrified Prussia, Hungary invited him out for drinks. Purely as a thank you for the prank idea of course.
Nothing more.
A week later they had lunch.
Then there was dinner and a few more drinks.
The next thing she knew she was meeting him once a week.
She sat across from him, a Hungarian to Norwegian dictionary in her hands while Norway held a Norwegian to Hungarian in his hands.
On the table was two cups of coffee and an assortment of treats.
Hungary would ask a question in Norwegian and Norway would answer it in Hungarian.
It was equal parts horrific and hilarious to them both and Hungary couldn’t tell by the end of their “language coffee date” if she had cried or laughed more.
It felt right. There was something so nice about hearing Norway speak her language.
Sure; he sometimes stumbled on the pronunciation or made a grammatical error, but she liked how it sounded in his accent nonetheless.
Besides; her Norwegian was far from perfect either and if she could laugh at him then he could laugh at her.
Fair was fair after all.
Hungary would catch herself smiling whenever he sent her a message or email. And if they spoke on the phone she definitively struggled not to smile all the time.
Norway wasn’t as cold as she’d always thought.
A little introvert? Yes.
Blunt? Absolutely.
Cold? Hardly!
It just took a little while to get through the walls he had put up around himself.
But once you had the key to the doors thought his walls it was easy.
She opened the front door, kicked off her shoes and stepped right into the comfortable green slippers that stood waiting for her.
Hanging her jacket up she called out a quick “hello” down the hallway, only to receive a “in here” in reply from the living room.
Shuffling her way into the warmth of the home, Hungary couldn’t help but smile when she found Norway sitting on the sofa with a book, a mug of coffee and a blanket.
He looked cozy.
He looked happy.
He had made space for her.
“Enough coffee for me too in that pot?” She gestured to the thermo coffee pot on the table.
“Always,” Norway replied and smiled every so slightly. “But I ate the cookies so you’ll have to go stock up on those,”
“You glutton!” Hungary laughed.
“I had three. Hardly gluttony,” Norway shot back with a hint of jokingly bitterness to his voice.
“Well then I’ll have six!”
“Take as many as you want. You know where they are,” Norway smiled and returned to his book. “I’ll bake more if you eat them up,” he added as an afterthought.
Hungary chuckled and made her way into the kitchen, finding the cookies with ease.
She ate two before placing a good two handfuls more on a plate; it was very hard not to indulge a little too much with Norway’s home baking.
With a plate of cookies and a mug of coffee near her, Hungary settled on the sofa opposite Norway; wriggling herself underneath the blanket and intertwining her legs with his.
They sat in silence, sipping coffee and enjoying each others quiet comfort.
Hungary paused after a while and looked up over her book and over at Norway.
He must have noticed her look at him because he looked up from his book too; smiled at her and leaned over to fill up her coffee mug and pass her another cookie.
“Takk,” she said with a smile; a smile that only grew when he replied “Szívesen” with such ease he could almost be a native.
Hungary smiled happily as her heart made like somersaults like it always did when Norway said things correctly in Hungarian.
But that wasn’t all.
They’d learned more than one another’s national language.
#5 50-70-50 fic for the Hetalia Writers Discord challenge.
Prompt: Bitter
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He spits at Denmark's feet; blood and bile, a bitter and distasteful mix that matches his feelings perfectly. There's nothing but anger and betrayal in his eyes. Sweden makes no move; but steels his body for another blow. There will be much more blood from both before the night ends.
“You want a war?” Denmark's words are so cold and harsh, but Sweden won't falter now. “If that's what it will take, then let it be so,” he replies, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth as he sneers up at Denmark. The Lion from the North won't back down from this alone; Sweden has made up his mind, and nothing Denmark does or says can change it now.
“I don't want to fight you, brother,” Denmark pleads, but Sweden knows it's all lies; his bloodied knuckles and curled lip speak the real truth. Denmark won't give up until Sweden begs him to, and Sweden has no intention of taking a kneel in front of Denmark ever again.
#2 50-70-50 fic for the Hetalia Writers Discord challenge.
Prompt: Trusted
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Back to back; a familiar feeling through countless wars and battles, every movement synced in perfect harmony. One would think this was rehearsed. But no battle this bloody can ever be planned. Not to such minute and careful details. Only centuries of experience together renders a fight this perfectly streamlined.
Sweden doesn't have to wonder if Denmark will block an incoming blow; he knows he will. Just how Denmark knows Sweden in turn will deflect the arrows that rain down on them. They don't have to worry about their back when they have each other’s. There's unwavering trust between them as they raise their weapons. Hesitation has no place on the battlefield, they both bear deep scars to prove that.
Time hardens them all, and neither need to speak a word of gratitude. A swing, a jump, a quick dodge – metal on metal ringing out over the blood-soaked field; there's no need to think. Just let old instincts take over their bodies and propel them both forward to victory.
5th ‘haiku’-inspired 50-70-50 word fic for @chartini after our Hetalia OLDs discord discussion about this fic challenge. She (of course) wanted NedRo.
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Romania likes the dark; the less light the better. He claims it's because he can see the stars better like this, but Netherlands suspects there's more to it really. The stars are an added bonus for sure, but with darkness also comes cold; slowly creeping closer to engulf them both.
With no fire, because that would ruin the darkness, there's little else to do but huddle close together for warmth. Romania fills the silence with chatter – names of stars and their meaning or significance. Netherlands seldom regards them as anything else but ways to navigate the seas, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the sound of Romania's voice or the closeness the darkness grants them,
He doesn't love the dark like Romania does. But he likes what darkness means to them when they're together. The few hours when it's just them, the stars above their heads and the dark silence; it is a time where Netherlands can truly feel all the tension leave his body.
Third ‘haiku’-style fic for the Hetalia OLDs discord server and @kagemushakosuke who asked for NedCan
When in doubt, add cheese...
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“They're so pretty,” Canada laughs as Netherlands hands him the annual bouquet of colourful tulips. “Perhaps even better than last years batch!” he adds with a smile as he buries his face in the flowers.
“You say that every year,” Netherlands sighs, but he can't quite hide his own smile.
“Doesn't make it any less true,” Canada smiles and sets about putting the bouquet into a vase. The vase was once a gift too; Netherlands had it especially made when Canada had one year jokingly lamented that since the bouquets got bigger every year he would need a bigger vase too soon. He's never seen him use the vase for anything else but the tulip bouquets Netherlands gifts him.
“Well...” Netherlands clears his throat, glad it's just the two of them. “It's symbolic...” he wishes he'd be a little more composed doing this, but he's not. “Since every year my love grows, so should the bouquet, right?” he smiles; pleased to see that Canada's blush matches the red tulips.
Another quick 50-70-50 “haiku”-style fic for @anneimator.
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He counts the people walking across the square; loosing count every so often for only to start anew. It's not really important to know how many there are – it's just to pass time. Let his eyes wander over all the people. Breathe in the atmosphere of people having fun.
People are his lifeblood. People and cities make him feel alive, young even if there's enough of them. France doesn't want to feel his age. Doesn't wish to succumb to loneliness or the onset of time. It wears on him very little when he can sit beside younger generations and drink wine like he's one of them. It keeps him young. Makes him enjoy this odd immortal life he leads.
However, some days he'll find a group of old people, sit beside them and share a cigarette. Muse about the old days along with them and recite old tales with a laugh.
Because while he doesn't wish age to catch up to him, he doesn't wish the memories to fade.
Written for the Hetalia OLDS discord. Because we started talking about Haiku-style fics. So here’s a fic with 50 - 70 - 50 words.
A fun challenge!!
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“Can you keep a secret?” Norway's words are barely above a whisper as they sit huddled together in the dim light, the soft glow of the fire's embers only illuminating their feet.
“Of course,” Denmark whispers in return as he pulls the thick woolly blanket tighter around them both.
“Sometimes I wish to just disappear,”
The words send a chill down Denmark's spine, but he also feels how the words strike him to the very core. Days have been too long recently, the nights even more so. Denmark understands. War takes a toll on them all.
“I do to. Sometimes,” he whispers softly in return. Too scared to say it too loudly, should his wish suddenly come true.
“I won't disappear,” Norway mumbles and leans his head against Denmark's shoulder. “Not yet. Not as long as you're here,” he adds and the chill in the room seems to disappear just ever so slightly.
“Sounds like a good deal,” Denmark laughs. “I won't go until you do either.”
Hey! It's totally fine if you don't want to, and I'm sorry if that's so.. Could you please write some DenNor fluff? I miss them soo much and I love how you portray them ♡
sorry. I’ve had a very “meh” time about /everything/ I write lately. D:But here’s some DenNor for you Anon. I hope it’s ok!(and thank you for the kind words <3 )____________The waves lap againstthe shore lazily as the wind gently tousled Norway’s hair.Denmarkshifted his hands a little in the sand and let his fingers brushagainst Norway’s hand.Norway made no movement, just continuedstaring out at the ocean.“What are you looking for?”Denmark whispered.“Nothing,” Norway mumbles.“Everything,” he added and a hint of a smile graced his features.“Seeing anythingthen?” Denmark whispered softly as he leant a little closer to resthis head on Norway’s shoulders. “Not yet,” Norway hummedand interlaced their fingers, coarse sand rubbing against their skinas they shifted their hands together. “I’ll tell you if I seeanything…”
“A mermaid would be neat…” Denmarklaughed softly as he closed his eyes, enjoying the salty air and thewarmth of Norway next to him.“I was more hoping for adraug,” Norway chuckled.“If a fucking draug comes up fromthat ocean I am high-tailing it from here immediately,” Denmarkhissed.“It won’t, don’t worry,” Norway laughed. “It’sfar too calm a sea for one to arrive. We might see some selkies if wekeep our eyes peeled,”“Almost as good as mermaids,”Denmark hummed and cracked one eye open to scan the horizon for amoment. When nothing but small waves moved he closed his eye oncemore and settled himself closer to Norway.The sand was goingto be hellish to try to remove from their clothes, but Denmarkcouldn’t be bothered caring about that now.Not when Norway wassitting next to him and softly singing a low tune Denmark had almostforgotten.The melody wove into the wind and the waves againstthe sandy shore – if he really concentrated; Denmark was certain hecould hear the twinkle of the sunlight in the water as Norway’s songseemed to harmonize with someone else’s.Denmark staredtowards the ocean, a wide grin forming as he recognised a tell-talesign of a large tail.“You cheater,” he whispered andplanted a haste kiss to Norway’s cheek. “You said it’s unlikelywe’d see a mermaid,”Norway paused momentarily to flashDenmark a smile and a wink – picking up the song once more as moremermaids seemed to emerge and join in on the song.Denmarksmiled and sighed happily at the sigh.“Did I ever tell youyou’re simply magical?” he asked as Norway finished his song;letting the mermaids take over the show.“You may have mumbledit once or twice,” Norway hummed. “In your sleep I believe,” headded with a smile.“So few times? Shame on me,” Denmarklaughed and lifted his head up from Norway’s shoulder just enough tokiss the edge of Norway’s rather smug smile.“Indeed,”Norway chuckled. “I’ll be sure to mention it more then, inthe future. When I’m not sleeping, deal?”“Deal,” Norwayhummed happily and leant further inn to kiss Denmark deeply. “Sealedwith a kiss,” he whispered as they pulled apart.“Veryofficial,” Denmark replied and cast a glance towards the ocean. “Weeven have witnesses,” he motioned towards one of the mermaids whowas sitting on a rock a few metres out in the ocean.The mermaidspotted them looking at her and waved in their direction.BothNorway and Denmark wave back with a smile.They sit togetherfor a good hour as the mermaids sing and play in the ocean,occasionally Norway points out the odd whale further out in the seathat comes up to breathe or play briefly with the mermaids.Whenthe sun is too high and humans begin to slowly make their way towardsthe beach, the mermaids disappear – leaving Norway and Denmark tosit and watch the world go back to it’s usually hidden magicself.“Forest trip tomorrow then?” Denmark asks as hehelps pull Norway up on his feat, lacing their fingers together asthey start walking by the sea towards Norway’s car. “Sure,There should be a huldra or nøkk around to give us a fun show ifwe’re early enough,” “I’m in,” Denmark hums happily andswings their hands back and forth between them with a little morevigour than necessary as they leave the waves and salt water behindthem.
