//In my 7 years of being in the Hetalia fandom I never heard of TurkNor. I have no idea where it stems from, but I ended up enjoying drawing this a lot so here you go!
for @ottomanliest, because we lamented over the fact that there wasn’t really any Turkey/Norway out there.... I had to fix that.
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Norway wasn't sure what to think of the new seating arrangements.
His usual spot next to his neighbours was no more, and instead he'd been placed between Turkey and England.
England didn't seem too pleased with the situation either, because he'd been placed right next to America and already the two were bickering.
“Gods,” Norway grumbled and cast a glance over to Denmark, who'd gotten lucky and been placed between Hungary and Belgium. Sweden got off lightly sitting next to Canada and Cameroon.
Even Iceland had lucked out and been placed next to Liechtenstein and Germany.
Finland didn't look too pleased next to Romania and Egypt, but Norway considered it a winning place none the less, partly because he knew Romania sometimes brought little mini boxes of vodka; and some meetings just really needed vodka out of kids juice cartoons.
“Coffee?” Turkey asked and offered Norway a silver flask.
“Hu?” Norway stiffened and stared at the small flask. “What?”
“Coffee,” Turkey repeated with a sigh. “Always bring some, these meetings bore me to death.”
“If only,” Norway sighed and took the flask, giving the contents a sniff – it certainly smelled like proper coffee. Delicious and bitter dark coffee.
Norway took a swig and sighed happily.
“Heh, good to know you at least appreciate proper coffee,” Turkey grinned as Norway handed back the flask.
“Coffee is always appreciated,” Norway mumbled. “Especially proper stuff.”
“Right!?” Turkey laughed and handed the flask back to Norway. “Keep it. I've got another in my coat.”
“Uh...” Norway stared at it, before slowly accepting the little gift. “Thanks.”
“The coffee they serve here is just coloured water anyway. So I always bring extra. Egypt usually does too, but he's all the way over there now,” Turkey lamented.
“Denmark usually sneaks in beer if they last all day,” Norway remarked, and true enough. Denmark had done so again. So had Belgium actually.
Norway felt a twinge of jealously, but it quickly passed when he took another sip of Turkey's coffee.
“Not a bad plan that,” Turkey hummed and scratched his chin. “Maybe we can sneak in some spirits during lunch?”
“Coffee and vodka is a sure hit,” Norway chuckled. “If we're lucky Romania will toss us one of his little boxes of vodka. Unless Finland gets to the stash first...”
“Mhm yes,” Turkey nodded and produced a second silver flask from his coat. “Could do with some sweets though,” he sighed.
“Got you covered,” Norway replied and rummaged through his little backpack, producing some small chocolate bars.
“Shit man, I lucked out,” Turkey grinned and reached for one, examining the little yellow packet. “And here I thought you'd just sit and glare at me all day,”
“Please,” Norway scoffed. “I can be civil.”
“Well I didn’t hire you guys to be civil guards back in the day,” Turkey shrugged.
“No of course not,” Norway rolled his eyes.
“You still into all that magic stuff?” Turkey asked.
“What's it to you if I am?” Norway replied chillingly.
“Just wondering if you do tea leaf reading and that sort of thing....” Turkey smiled.
“Maybe,”
“Coffee grounds too then perhaps?” Turkey hummed.
“Maybe,” Norway stared at the flask in his hands intently.
“Care to share your theories then?”
“What?” Norway gave Turkey a confused look.
“Yeah I keep getting some weird shapes and I can't figure out what they mean,” Turkey scratched his head before pulling out a small notebook.
He flipped it open to a little ear-marked page and handed it to Norway.
“Can you make out what these might mean?”
“Tricky,” Norway frowned.
“That's what I thought too!” Turkey sighed. “Is it a nest of a rope? Is it a nail or a knife?”
“Well you better hope it's not a nest,” Norway mumbled. “Or I'll have to throw you a baby shower,”
“Shut up,” Turkey grumbled.
“Or have you been sleeping around recently?” Norway asked.
“What? How can you ask that? Rude,” Turkey scoffed.
“That doesn’t answer my question...”
“Shut up and just help me determine if that's a spider or an octopus,” Turkey crossed his arms.
“Pretty sure that's an octopus,” Norway grimaced.
“Urgh,” Turkey sighed. “So plenty of bad luck for me then...”
“Maybe,” Norway handed the notebook back. “But it's best to do this with a fresh reading, not drawing in your little book.”
“I know,” Turkey grimaced.
“Bit hard to do it with these...” Norway commented and tapped the silver flask.
“We can steal some cups in break time?” Turkey suggested, voice lowered to a whisper as Germany called for quiet and order.
“Good plan. But if you can't tell the difference between a fish and a mermaid you're a lost cause,” Norway whispered back.
“Listen here you little snow fucker,” Turkey hissed. “Don't disrespect me like that,”
“Oh please,” Norway rolled his eyes. “You're the one who struggles here with the shapes, not me.”
“Well maybe I'm not as crazy as you?” Turkey bit back under his breath.
“You're the one asking someone crazy for help,” Norway replied flatly.
“Uh...” Turkey paused. “Okay. Fair enough. I'll let this slide.”
“Sure,” Norway hummed and took a sip of the coffee. “If you want to tell yourself so,”
“You're a jerk,” Turkey remarked and briefly pondered taking his flask of coffee back.
“Rumour say the same about you,” Norway smirked.
“Yeah, yeah, rub it in will you?”
“You started,” Norway replied.
“I gave you coffee,” Turkey whispered bitterly.
“And I gave you chocolate. So we're technically on even ground here.”
“Fuck. You're worse than Egypt, Romania and Hungary combined,”
“Thank you,” Norway smiled.
Turkey grumbled angrily, but remained silent for a while.
Norway decided to actually listen to what Germany and Spain were currently arguing about, but quickly tuned out when it was of no interest to him.
Instead he pulled out his own little notebook and began doodling.
After a while he ripped a page out and slid it over to Turkey.
Turkey appeared to regard it with suspicion before taking it, reading it slowly.
A minute later Norway got the paper back, this time with added comments.
Norway smiled to himself and replied back.
They had some mismatched ideas of what some symbols could mean, but eventually Norway found the most common ground for them both.
“Break-room coffee won't do,” Turkey whispered. “We need some proper Turkish coffee to do readings.”
“Agreed,” Norway nodded, a little upset he had next to nothing left of the coffee Turkey had given him. Drinking shitty world meeting coffee, after having started with such fantastic coffee, would just make his day even worse.
“I didn't bring anything to make coffee with though,” Turkey frowned.
“Some other day then,” Norway shrugged.
“A date then?” Turkey smirked.
“Ehh...” Norway shrugged once more and thought about it. “Sure. Since it involves coffee.”
Turkey laughed, then abruptly stopped when Norway's words actually sunk in.
“Wait, you're serious?”
“You weren’t?” Norway scoffed, but Turkey couldn't actually tell if Norway was being genuinely upset or not.
“Well,” Turkey scratched his chin and thought about how to best row himself away from this unruly ocean of trouble. “Didn't think I'd be your, uh, type. If you know...”
“Well I might just be nice enough to give you a chance,” Norway hummed. “This, however, I think is strike one of your chances.”
“Noted,” Turkey frowned, trying to subtly pinch himself to check that he hadn't fallen asleep during some other nations' monologue.
“Anyway,” Norway shrugged and lowered his voice to a low whisper. “I won't settle for anything but the best coffee you can offer.”
“Also noted,” Turkey whispered back and tapped his pen gently against the piece of paper in-front of him.
“Liar,” Norway scoffed. “The paper's blank,”
“I don't need literal notes,” Turkey grimaced. “How old do to take me for?”
“A little older than me, which makes you really fucking old,”
“Respect your elders then,” Turkey hissed.
“Where's the fun in that?” Norway smirked.
“If you weren't so pretty I'd punch you,” Turkey said through gritted teeth.
“Mhm,” Norway crossed his arms and leant a little further back in his chair. “I have been told my looks has saved my life...”
“Smug bastard,” Turkey grumbled.
“Regretting the date before we've even started?” Norway chuckled.
“No,” Turkey replied. “I'll just make sure you have such a good time you can't be smug about it,”
“Oh now that does sound fun,” Norway whispered and flashed him a smile so warm and genuine that it caught Turkey completely off guard.
Well, two people could play that game he decided.
He was going to take Norway out on the best coffee date ever.
