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Signed Mathias Køhler You laughed a little at the cute note. You would have never suspected the narcissistic man to do something he would characteristic as 'un-awesome'. Personally you thought it was quite cute, and you appreciated the little things. You were actually in love with the man. He was tall and thought a lot of himself, he had hair that stuck up everywhere and a love for beer. One which you matched. You had been turned onto the drink by said man, and you actually enjoyed the amber liquid. You didn't drink it as often as him or as much. Thinking about his love of beer gave you an idea. You knew how you were going to confess

Under the warm weather in the bustling city of Copenhagen, [y/n] was having one of her worst days in her dorm room. “Why does it have to be toda-“ she muttered before another cough escaped her throat. She had received a bad cold yesterday for no whatsoever reason, probably from being outside the hot sun after a long time. Nevertheless, [y/n] was sick in bed, slowly drinking a cup of warm milk, and enjoying the silence at her dorm as her roommates went out to their universities. She made sure to tell her fellow professors that she was having a cold and knew enough things to catch up in her classes. After long moments of silence, [y

"What the hell?!" you exclaimed, looking at the huge present on your door step. Your Danish friend, Mathias, peeked at you over the box. "Aww, come on _____. It's your birthday present." he said with his usual grin. You rolled your eyes and let him carry the box in. He lifted it like it was nothing. He set it down in your living room and you inspected it. It was covered with brightly colored paper saying 'Happy Birthday!' all over it. You sighed. You should have known that Mathias would have done something like this. "So, what's with the huge box Mathias?" you said with a small grin. He flashed his cocky grin at you and said, "How 'bout y

_____ sat on the bed while Mathias sat on the floor in front of her. Her legs were crossed around his neck as she ran her hands through his gravity defying hair. She loved how soft it was and how it never seemed to lay flat. "Having fun playing with my hair babe?" Mathias said looking up at her. _____ giggled and ruffled it. "I like it. It's wild, like a lions mane." This gave Mathias an idea. He suddenly stood up and clambered towards her. "Rawr!" He growled, making lion noises. _____ laughed uncontrollably as Mathias tickled her mercilessly. "Hahaha Matt, s-stop." She said in-between laughs. Mathias continued to tickle her and planted

 "Ice ice baby..." You words were quiet. A little to quiet, since the poor silver haried icelandic man in front of you didn't even flinch. "Ice ice baby..." you spoke a little louder, but still nothing. "mmmmmm~" you hummed and began to snap to the beat of the music that was playing into your ear through your ear bud. "Iiiiiiiiiiceeee~" He turned his head back and looked into your eyes. "What?" "Heello~" He turned back again, and continued to read his book. "Ice ice baby..." the chorus came on again. This time he flinched. He liked the sound of you saying his nickname in your sweet seductive voice. "ice ice-" He pulled you i

You stared at your best friend, Sweden, with the biggest 'what the fuck' face you could possibly muster. He had just told you that he bought two countries off of eBay; one was named Iceland and the other was Sealand. He stared right back at you with his super intimidating face. You couldn't help yourself and burst out laughing, patting his shoulder. "I don't know why Finland finds that look of yours so scary. You look like you're constipated. It's so fucking funny." You giggle snorted, covering your mouth with one tanned hand. Sweden continued to gawk at you, making you laugh even harder. Then, a sudden thought struck you like a sack of bri

For the Meantime. NorwayXReader . . . It was a quiet peaceful day, clear blue sky as you arrived in front of the house of your best friend in order for some school business. As irritating as it was. -Knock Knock- "Emil?" you called from the platinum blonde's house as you knocked on the platinum blonde's front door. -Knock Knock- "Eh-mil~" Your hummed. Still no response. But there was someone in there; you could hear classical music inside. -Knock knock KNOCK- you knocked on the door harder and then huffed. He was not answering. Fine then, you thought. You'd try once more. You sighed as you tried to relax yourself before grumbling. "

Child NorwayXReader (Before you start reading.... Takk: Thanks/Thank you Hva: What Havfor: why Ja: Yes Nei: No Mor: Mother/mom Natta: Night Jeg elsker deg: I love you så søt: so cute ) You were a young girl who lived in one of the small villages in the Norsk country, you had to work around outside in the cold most of your day's. One day while you were working you stumbled over something in your field "whoa!" you fall on your knee's " the hell was-" you look over and see a small boy "hmm?!" you scamper to turn around and look closely at the boy. "Little boy?" you softly touch his shoulder, he grumbles a bit and curls up more. Yo

You were silently walking to your classroom when you heard some students gossiping about you. "Have you heard that _________ just paid the judges so she could win the contest?" a student asked the others. You knew that this isn't true at all. You worked hard for your poem and put your heart into it. Poetry is your only voice left here in this place but the world was too noisy to hear it. You couldn't even scream because the voices were drowning you to misery. "I also heard that her poems aren't hers at all," another student loudly whispered for you to hear. You tried to ignore them because you know the truth. You love writing poems because