Denmark (Matthias Køhler)

You stared at your brother, your emotionless (e/c) eyes tracing over his features as it changed into a unsettling look as he stared at his phone.

"Brother? Why is your face like that?"

"W-what? Oh, Nothing! Let's go!" He said as he grabbed your hand and led you to a massive house. He grinned as he turned to look at you.

"Now I know your not a kid anymore, but please don't do anything to piss off or startle anyone in there, kay?" He said as he stared at you. You nodded, slowly grabbing his hand as the two of you walked by the sidewalk.

You are (c/n), the country that was found nearby by none other than America, aka Alfred F Jones. Because of this, you had a cute (h/c) cowlick sticking up and you had his signature grin.

So why are you emotionless, you ask?

Let's just say the past still affected you and your brother, although he often hid it from the world by laughing and being the America everyone knew today.

He pressed on the door bell. After a while, a short man with purple eyes and platinum blonde hair opened the door. He smiled as he saw you.

"Oh hi Alfred! who's this?" He asked, motioning to you. Alfred puffed his chest in pride and pushed you towards Tino and grinned.

"This my friend Tino, is my oNE AND ONLY AMAZING SIBLING NAMED (Y/N) (L/N)! THE COUNTRY OF (C/N)!" He exclaimed proudly as a visible tear slowly descended down his right eye. Tino looked at you nervously and smiled.

"There's also Canada, brother"

"W-who's that? i know nOTHING OF HIM HAHAH!" He said as he continued to laugh proudly

"Well hi (y/n)! please come in!" He said as he made way for the two of you to come in.

The house smelled delicious and you, having your brother being america, immediately noticed this. You grabbed Tino's sleeve. He looked at you.

"Is someone cooking?"

He immediately ran to the kitchen, muttering curses as you heard a lot of noises from said room. He came out with a tray of freshly baked Cinnamon Buns in his hands and smiled.

"Would you like to try one?" He offered. You were more than delighted to try these mouth watering baked goods, so you were about to grab the cinnamon bun..

Until another hand took it.

You glared over to the owner of the hand. He was a man with blonde gravity - defying hair swept over to the side and had sparkling blue eyes filled with childlike wonders.

The man noticed your glare and felt an intimidating aura from behind. He slowly looked back to see Alfred with a grin

A dark grin

He smiled as he slowly got closer to the random 'stranger', his baby blue eyes holding a dangerous glint.

"Say Matthias, why don't you hand back the cinnamon bun to the original owner? I mean, we don't want my little sister to.. you know, kill you or something, right?" He said in a creepy tone as he placed a hand over his shoulder (morelikegripping-)

The so called 'Matthias' stranger started to sweat. He looked at you with eyes full of shame and handed over the cinnamon bun, muttering a sorry. You kept staring at him as you slowly took the bun and stared at it.

Then you gave it back to him and took another bun, then headed towards 'Uncle Berwald's workroom as you munched on the tasty baked bun.

The trio just stared

"Bro.."

"Y-yeah Al?"

"She likes you"

"H-Hah! Funny joke du røv!"

"...If it is a joke then why am I not laughing?"

"...She does look adorabl-"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence"

Norway (Lukas Bondevik)

'this bish needs u' - Stupid 9:30 p.m

'yooooo (y/n)! I got some (f/f)! Its in my house y'know ;)' - Stupid 9:45 p.m

'hey (y/n) wanna watch netflix? ;) Or maybe even youtube videos??' - Stupid 10:12 p.m

'lets watch anime then,k?' - Stupid 12:43 p.m

'(y/n) just please go to my place for the love of god gurl pls' - Stupid 1:00 a.m

You sighed as you scrolled through the messages. Taking a jacket, you locked your door and went to the stupid dane's house.

You checked the time on your phone

'1:57 a.m'

"So what on earth does this loud danish bitch want..?" You thought loudly as you knocked on the giant mahogany door.

It slowly came down to 5 minutes

Then 10

Then 20

And then 30 minutes

Irritated, you took out your phone and decided to call their house phone, which started ringing vigorously through the door the moment you dialled. You heard a groan and steps until the line was picked up.

"Matthias you fucking cunt open the goddamn door for christ's sake why did you text me till 1 in the morning and now when I arrive you left me at the door for 30 minutes and it's already 2:27 for the love of god open the gODDAMN DOOR ALREADY!!" You screamed into the phone as you banged on the door.

The door unlocked to reveal an emotionless man in a white robe with gloomy purple eyes and blonde hair, not to mention the curl floating by itself and the cute cross pin he had on his bangs.

You stared at the stranger.

"Uhh, hi? I'm (y/n) and I was wondering if you have a roommate named 'Matthias Køhle- I dont even know how to say his back name but do you?" You asked as you grinned like an idiot. The robed man seemed to be in thought then nodded.

You smiled and clasped your hands for no particular reason. "Great! Can I meet him? We have some unfinished business.." you said, a dark tone lacing your words.

"I'm afraid he isn't home.." the man replied.. with a norwegian accent?

"That mother fucke-"

"I-I think he told me once about his roommates, judging by your floating curl that he told me about and your cute cross pin on your bangs, you must be Lukas? Like Lukas Bondevik? Norway?". The robed man once again nodded, his eyes dead as ever.

A gust of wind flew by, making you shiver because apparently the jacket you brought with you was doing nothing but shit. He noticed this and decided to invite you inside for some hot (tea/coffee/etc). You, currently being frozen to death and sleepy as shit, accepted with an open heart.

Needless to say you guys somehow had a pleasant conversation that went on for god knows how long to the point where your 'friend' came home drunk as shit, passed out on the floor, and yet the two of you didn't even notice.

Such amazing friendship
Much goals

Iceland (Emil Steilsson)

You sighed as you wiped the messy table and smiled, proud at the result of your work. The cafe you worked in was a pretty chill place, and paid per hour, so being the jobless person you were, got into this job despite the very specific and strict rules and standards, which amazed even yourself.

The clock was on 9:00 p.m and it was supposed to close in about 10 more minutes, supposed to I say, until a man with a puffin entered the building. The puffin seemed to be cranky and since no one was handling the cashier, you stepped up and replaced them.

"Hi! Welcome to (cafe name)! What can I get for you today?" Instead of the human, the puffin replied.

"Uhh yeah I'd like - a sal- no too expensive.. umm.. FISH AND CHIPS! that! and-" "I'd like a coffee latte, and that's it.." The man said as he glared at his puffin, his violet eyes literally drilling into the creature's soul as it bowed it's head down in shame.

After a few minutes, the food was ready. You took it to their table.

"Here's one Fish and Chips and one coffee latte, enjoy!" You said as you placed the said beverages onto the table. You were about to leave until a hand grabbed your wrist. You looked back to see the man handing you a paper, muttering 'open it' and ran back to his seat, his face a crimson red.

You smiled and kept the said paper piece in your pocket, making a mental note on it's location. In the corner of your eye, you saw the two leaving the cafe, with a half eaten fish and untouched chips (aka fries) left to sit on the table.

'Dear (y/n)
This may be weird since we just met
But here's my number in case of emergencies and if you need someone to talk to

P.s, I know your a country, (c/n) to be exact

-Iceland'

".. where did he know my name from..?"

You stared at your chest, the golden name pin proudly on the left side

".. oh."

Sweden (Berwald Oxenstierna)
(Now I know he's gay and I don't mean to burst your bubble, but hey! That's just a headcanon! ..or is it..?)

"Tino please-"

"WE ARE GOING TO TEACH YOU SELF DEFENSE!"

"Tino, It was just a-"

"It's okay (y/n) sweetie, we're gonna teach you how to defend yourself from those nasty perverted horny men!"

"Did you just say horn-"

"BERWALD! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE WE ARE GONNA TEACH HER SELF DEFENSE!"

"Oh my god are you cursi-"

"Shhh it's okay sweetheart just relax and we'll teach you how to defend yourself"

"But who's Berwald-"

"Me" You looked back and the first thing you noticed was that the wall as dark blue, and it was kinda soft for a wall too.. and then you looked up to see cold blue eyes staring at you.

"Umm... Hi Berwald! Please convince Tino to chill the hell down because he isn't stopping his 'self-defense' bullshit just because I talked to a boy!" His face remained stoic as he stared at his 'wife' setting up a course in hype.

He motioned you to follow him and you guys ended up spending your day at IKEA, with you helping a constipated and stressed Berwald decide which couch was better and finally bought the beige couch after nearly 2 hours debating.

"You sure do love IKEA huh?"

Nod

"Are you hungry?"

Nod

"..wanna go eat something..?"

Nod

"Not really a talker, eh? So what do you want to eat?"

He immediately stopped and rushed back to IKEA, with you hot on his tail screaming for him to wait

And the answer to your question was that he wanted the meatballs (thisissowrongpleaseforgiveme)

When you got home, let's just say an angry 'mother' was waiting along with Hanatamago at his foot, roller in hand ready to beat the living shit out of you two

Finland (Tino Väinämöinen)

"(Y/n) your doing it wrong"

"Vertically, not horizontal"

"That piece goes here kära"

"Did you read the instructions?"

You huffed in annoyance as you stared at your swedish friend, your face unimpressed as he was able to match the foot of the table perfectly

'Because, If he didn't know how to piece his own furniture together, who in this unique household could?'

People thought he was so silent ans intimidating, which led you two to be friends since you found his aura interesting. At the beginning he was silent but then slowly he started opening up to you, and then he became talkative

Way too talkative

"For the love of god Berwald why did you even bother asking for my help when all I do is just make more of a mess..?"

"B'cause, m'wife wants to see you"

"Your wi- hold the phone here your married?!"

"N-Not exactly!" A voice replied, and it was pretty small too. You turned around to see a blonde man with purple eyes holding a fluff of white.

Oh wait it was Hanatamago

"KYAAAA- C'MERE HANA!!!" you screamed as the fluff of white excitedly jumped down from the man's arms and ran straight to you.

The man smiled at this and introduced himself as the personification of Finland,

Tino Väinämöinen

"Tino Vainae- Väinämoei- how..?" You asked as you attempted to say his name. It was funny because from the stories Berwald told you, he said he was VERY manly

And yet here you are standing in front of the most innocent - looking man you've ever seen on this planet (But no one is innocent-)

"I-I'm sorry I couldn't say your name properly, I'm (c/n)! Aka (y/n) (l/n), but just call me (y/n)!" You said as you shook his hand. You saw his face going red and felt his hands getting warmer every second.

And not like other fanfictions, you knew this was a blush

"W-why are you blushing??? am I wearing something revealing?? is something revealing??!" You panicked as you ran to the nearest bathroom.

Tino sighed and stared at Berwald, asking mentally what he did wrong

And Berwald being Berwald, knew he was questioning mentally

"Calm down, she didn't even notice that american idiot loudly creeping up on 'er, so she pr'bably doesn't even realise that you stalk 'er everyday after the meetings" He said with a re-assuring tone

And that was when Tino sighed in relieve as he wiped the sweat on his face.

A/n
Because before Christmas Eve and actually Christmas I wanted to make a new scenario for ya'll :>

And now we have the Nordics!!!
Let us celebrate with om telolet om(yesisaiditshutuplel)

I has tis christmas idea,soo..
Reader!
Comment the country you personify!
I don't care if it's an oc!
JUST COMMENT!
And the personality too pls and maybe even what food they hate,etc

FOR WHAT YOU ASK???
NOTHING :>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
*ends till 25 of goddamn december*