Mary's Story (A Norway + OC Hetalia One-Shot)

Day 1

    I stood next to one of the many gates in the Seattle airport. The plane was only just landing, but the thought of seeing him made me really giddy; my heart was already pounding in my chest. So much had happened since I’d seen Norway last… and boy, had I missed him.
    Reaching into my purse, I pulled out a folded piece of cloth. Unfurling it with flair, I held it out in front of me. I couldn’t help but grin as I glanced down at the Norwegian flag.
    It was weird, having a country as a boyfriend. And Norway wasn’t any ordinary country, either. Our relationship was a unique one, to say the least, especially since I was a mortal. I still couldn’t believe he had noticed me, of all people, but I was ever so glad that he did. Even though to many he seemed withdrawn, solemn, and downright grumpy, to me he was the sincerest, gentlest, most magical person I had ever known. But, of course, people don’t care about that kind of thing. They don't care about what's on the inside. They only notice that he almost never shows any emotion or any affection, except on rare occasions. That was probably what made our relationship different— he wasn’t one for PDA. Sometimes he’d hold my hand when we’re in private, and sometimes, with a little prompting, he’d kiss me, but I didn’t mind the lack of physical touch. I liked his majestic mysteriousness. Some people, though— aka, my family— often asked if I was all right and if he was abusing me. What they just couldn’t understand was there was much more to our relationship than that— he sincerely cared for me. He took me on the most breathtaking dates and showed me so many amazing things. And, more importantly, we had become each other’s confidants. I trusted him with everything.
    Sometimes it was hard to tell if he trusted me the same. Sometimes it was hard to tell if he loved me at all.
    But today I was reassured. He was taking the time in this hour of world-crisis to come and see me. How could I have ever doubted him? Of course he loved me. It was like a match made in heaven.
    Maybe it really was.
    Maybe us being together was God having mercy on me and my family.
    I shivered and clutched the flag tighter.
    A strange virus was slowly taking over the nations, starting in Asia and moving to overcome all of Europe. Nobody was sure where it came from or what started it, and at first many people, myself included, thought it was a prank. But soon it became obvious to all that this virus was a very real dilemma. And it was spreading. People all over the world were turning into their astrology signs, which doesn’t sound as bad as it actually is. In reality, they were turning into horrific, blood-thirsty monsters who like to feed on human flesh. It was terrifying, and there didn’t seem to be anyway to stop it. That’s why all of the unaffected countries of the world had met in Canada— to try and figure out what to do.
    Meanwhile, everyone I knew had turned to me. My closest family knew I was dating a country, but many of my friends only knew I was dating a really smart professor I had met while studying abroad. I guess they all thought I should know what to do because I’d been so many places and experienced so many things. I didn’t, but I knew he would. So I gave him a call, and since I lived in Oregon, we had agreed to meet halfway, which was Seattle, Washington.
    Norway will know what’s going on. I thought to myself. Maybe the virus has stopped spreading now. Or maybe they’ve found a cure. It hasn’t spread to America yet, maybe they’ll be able to contain it overseas. But I knew it was foolish to hope for a miracle like that. The virus would spread, and it would reach us sooner or later. I could only pray it would be later. It’s… it’s like we’re in some freaky zombie movie. Will anyone survive? Or is the human race destined to die?
    I shook my head and then turned and peered out the large, glass-window walls to my right. It was starting to rain.
    “Mary?”
    My nerves calmed at the sound of his deep voice. I twirled around, and there stood Norway, suitcase in one hand and a wilting red rose in the other.
    I smiled. And then I ran to him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. Closing my eyes, I breathed in his scent.
    And for the first time in a long time, I felt peace.
    At first Norway stood there awkwardly, and I could practically feel his embarrassment and discomfort, but I didn’t let go. Finally, he reached up and accepted the embrace, patting my back.
    Taking a deep breath, I separated from him, staring into his dark, lavender eyes.
    “Jeg har savnet deg, Mary,” he said, quietly, handing me the rose. I took it.
    “I missed you, too, Nor… Lukas,” I said. He smiled.
    “C’mon. My car’s this way,” I said, pulling on his hand before releasing it.
    We made our trek through the airport silently until we made it to the parking lot. It was still raining lightly, but it didn’t bother either of us. I glanced at him for the millionth time. He stared at the ground in front of us, so I turned my gaze to look at the rose he had given me.
    “Lukas?” I said quietly, my heart feeling heavy. As sweet as our reunion was, there were still grave matters to discuss.
    “I vould like to take you out to dinner,” Lukas said, not looking up. I was surprised.
    “Uh… okay. And then you’ll tell me everything you know about the… the…?”
    “Ja.”
    I took a deep breath and nodded again. We made it to my golden Maxima, and I unlocked it. He moved to put his suitcase in the back, and I followed him slowly. I watched him lift the suitcase into the car. With his damp, white blond hair and bright lavender eyes… it was impossible keep my heart from fluttering. He slammed the trunk shut, but before he turned around, I quickly reached out and grabbed his floating ahoge between my fingers. His back stiffened. I twirled the magical piece of hair between my fingers and he whirled around to face me, his eyes narrowed.
    Giving a loud humph, as if in annoyance, he grabbed my hands and then pulled me forward, gently pressing his lips to mine. I couldn’t help but sigh through the kiss.
    I had missed him.