Norway x Reader: It's YouHis locker nearly slammed into your face.Norway x Reader: It's You by foreverbeforenight
You caught yourself just in time, staring up at the blond. Lukas Bondevik just barely glanced at you before he returned those dull, blue eyes to the inside of his locker, pulling out his history textbook.
“Are you going to stand there all day?” he asked you, but he sounded very monotone, and he didn’t even look at you while he spoke. Lukas, instead, leafed through a notebook, trying to locate something. “Something might hit you in the head if you don’t move,” he continued, and you wondered if he only said that because he had nearly knocked you out with his locker door.
You turned away from him, quickly opening your own locker and taking out your English textbook. “Thanks for worrying about my wellbeing,” you murmured as you located your English binder.
“Please don’t confuse it with worry,” Lukas answered, and he continued to keep his tone as blasé as possible. It was as if
Police!Norway x ReaderPolice!Norway x Reader by REQ--Hetalia-Writer
It was your typical day. Staying outside late out night past bedtime, just to get twinkies and other snacks at the convenience stores near your house. You were nomming on some choco-mallows while strolling in the park. The dark is bittersweet to you. Even though your constantly in it, like right now.
Suddenly, WHAM! You fell to the ground. Only to look up and see a police officer. "Excuse me, I thought the police were supposed to SAVE people." You complained. The man looked down to you, with his cap covering his face. But you could definitely see is deep blue eyes. They mesmerized you. You were just staring at him.
"Oh, I'm sorry frue." The police guy extended you a hand, helping you up. Which made you lightly blush. "Thanks, but watch out Mr. Police man, you might get arrested next." You winked, jokingly. He turned away a bit, tilting his cap down. "I'm sure that won't happen, miss." Alright. You really wanted to know his name now.
The curiousity urked you. "Hey, you, Mr. Guy-M