Hetalia Oneshots

Café small talk [NORFIN]

Random HC, Lukas uses handbags//

Notice: I'm from Norway, meaning I don't use dollars and all on a daily basis. I think 7,2$ is about 72kr (I'm most probably wrong as I know almost nothing 'bout dollars) which is ca. what a coffee and a snack would cost if you went to Starbucks in Norway//
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The scent of newly brewed coffee filled the norwegian's senses, as Lukas took cover from the heavy snow outside and took a step into the newly opened café downtown.

Adjusting his dark blue scarf and taking a look around, he noticed that the café was surprisingly nicely decorated. The sky-blue walls, the white-painted wooden tables and seats, and the pretty much random anchor hanging on the wall reminded Lukas of when he used to go sailing with his dad, back when he was just a little kid.

He slowly walked through the room, towards the front desk where a violet-eyed blonde was speaking to a taller,
sightly intimidating man.

The floor looked like it was made out of birch trees, and Lukas took notice of how all the chairs had beautiful carvings on its back, some a little different from the others. Old fishing yarn was stapled to the roof, along with some empty colourful bottles that contained fairylights, giving the café a calming glow.

While his mind wandered around the room, Lukas hadn't realised he'd stopped at the front desk before the violet-eyed man from earlier spoke up.

"Möi! Welcome to the Blue Boat's café, what can I get you?" He asked, with a kind smile on his face.

Letting his eyes wander to a glass showcase beside the desk, and then to the Menu behind the man, Lukas quickly made a decision. "I'll have one of those danishes, and a black coffee, please," he stated.

The man behind the desk nodded, and typed something into a system before grabbing a cup. "And can I get a name, please?" He asked, looking at the Norseman.

The two held eye contact for a moment, before Lukas averted his gaze and answered. "Lukas," He said.

"Lu-kas." The man behind the desk hummed, speaking out loud as he wrote the name on the cup. "That's a very nice name you've got there," He smiled.

"Takk.." Lukas mumbled, feeling slightly awkward. He wasn't used to compliments.

The next few moments were shared in silence, and Lukas was slightly startled when the man spoke up again. "Okay then, that'll be 7,2$" He said.

The norwegian nodded, and quickly payed with his credit card before walking to find a table. Sitting down in the very corner of the café, beside a window, he took out his book from a small, blue handbag he'd been carrying.

He took off his grey coat, hanging it on his chair, and opened his book on the page where he last left off. He was currently reading 'Ronja røverdatter,' an originally Swedish book by Astrid Lindgren, translated into Norwegian.

His mind was deep inside the bookworld, that he barely noticed when the same man from earlier brought him the cup of coffee and one of their danishes. What he did notice, however, was that the presence of this man didn't leave.

Lukas looked up, and saw that the man's eyes were focused on the cover of Lukas' book.

Yet again, silence was created between the two before the violet-eyed man spoke up. "I think that's originally from Sweden," he said.

It took Lukas a moment to realise he was talking about the book, and when he did, he nodded. "Ja, it is, but I prefer to read it in Norwegian."

"One of my co-workers are Swedish, he told me about the author," The man said, and pointed at the author's name under the title on the cover.

Lukas nodded again, not having a reply to that. For the third time that day, a silence filled the space around the two. But despite the awkwardness, Lukas couldn't help but feel slightly drawn to the strange man he'd been talking to today. He knew he barely even knew him, but there was something about the way he smiled, the way he talked, that made Lukas want to get to know him better.

He opened his mouth to ask for his name, but the man spoke again before Lukas had the chance to.

"My name's Tino, by the way," he said.

Lukas slightly hummed a response, turning his gaze to his coffee. "Tino is a nice name."

"Thanks," The man who's name was apparently Tino, smiled.

When Lukas didn't speak again, Tino decided to speak before the silence would yet again become awkward. "I should get back to work," He said, and wrote something on a small note and slipped it into Lukas' coat pocket while the Norwegian was busy with his coffee.

Lukas nodded before taking a small sip from his cup, and returned to reading.

Tino awkwardly stood there for a few moments, before scurrying away and back to his place behind the front desk.

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When Lukas finished his coffee and snack, there was no sign of Tino in the café. Slightly disappointed, the norseman put his coat back on and adjusted his scarf before grabbing his handbag, not forgetting his book, and leaving the café.

He was about halfway home when he put his freezing hands in his pockets, the handbag hanging from the crook of his arm, when he felt something small that certainly wasn't there before. He picked up the small note that Tino had left there earlier, and looked at it.

Want to go out sometime?
-[insert Tino's number]
Tino

Lukas slightly smiled to himself, and put the note back in his pocket, making sure it wouldn't fall out.

Once he got home, he immediately texted Tino his answer.

Sure >

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A/N
I personally don't ship Norfin/Finnor too much, but I decided to start this book with it anyways since it is my friend's OTP.
If you'd like to request a story prompt or a ship, feel free to comment. I might make a requests chapter later, so please check if that's already up before you comment here.

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