"Come on Ice, call me onii-chan," said Norway with his usual poker face. "Repeat after me, o-nii-chan."
You groaned, this was the usual argument between the two brothers. "Ice please, you know he'll never stop until you do it."
Iceland shook his head, "Stop it, you're annoying our guest."
"__________ doesn't mind it, do you ____________?"
Not knowing how to respond without being rude, you opened your mouth then shut it and groaned letting your forehead hit the table.
"She does," said Iceland bluntly.
Norway frowned and poked you gently. You looked up revealing the red mark on your forehead from hitting the table. "Do you ____________?"
You sighed searching for the most diplomatic answer, "I don't like it when you guys argue. It's just not worth it."
"Don't you think that Iceland should call me onii-chan?"
You groaned and let your face fall to the table again. After about a half hour of arguing with Iceland, things got quiet. You could hear faint whispers then Iceland left you and Norway in the kitchen alone.
"_________, do you hate me?"
Looking up at your friend you sighed, "No Nor I don't hate you."
He looked you dead in the eye, "Do you like me?"
"Yes Nor I like you," you groaned, "what are you getting at?"
"How much do you like me?"
You groaned, "Enough to put up with yours and Ice's constant arguing. Is that good enough?"
Norway got very close to your face, making you blush slightly. Now if you are waiting for the part when I say you had had a crush on him for the longest time, isn't that a given? Well what wasn't there to like about him; he had really beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair. The two of you had been best friends since Denmark introduced the two of you at a World Meeting and he had the best stories to tell about fairies, trolls, and other magical creatures.
So yea, you had a crush on him.
Norway met the small distance between the two of you and gave you a gentle kiss on the lips. Your face went red hot, this couldn't be happening.
"Do you like me?" he asked when he broke the kiss.
You nodded face still red.
"Do you love me?"
Norway gave a small smile and gave you another kiss.
"Told you it would work!" shouted Denmark.
The two of you broke the kiss both parties equally red at the interruption.
"What would work?" you asked.
"I told Norway that I would call him
that if he confessed to you," said Iceland. Ice turned to Norway, "Good work," he sighed, "onii-chan."
"It was a win-win," Norway said pulling you into his lap. He got to confess to you and Iceland called him onii-chan.