Norway x Reader - Button Eyes Part 1

You were angry that you had been forced to move away from your friends. The new house was nothing like your parents made it out to be. It was a dull pink colour and it had been turned into apartments. Two perverted womanisers lived downstairs, a Spaniard and a Frenchman ... and upstairs was a very drunk and scary Russian. Of course, your first impression of your new neighbours wasn't great. In fact, when you first arrived, the scary Russian was on the balcony, drunk out of his mind ... and he was swearing loudly ... and the Spaniard had come out to get the mail and he was only wearing his underwear. Apparently, there used to be a third guy downstairs who lived with the other perverts, but he moved out a long time ago because he was "too awesome" ... or so the story went. You hated the place ... so the first opportunity you had, you decided to explore the grounds. Unfortunately, it was cold and it looked like it was going to rain. You were beginning to think that you had been moved to England by mistake because it had rained a lot since you arrived, and you had only been there for a few days. Your winter wardrobe was fairly limited ... and it felt like no matter how many jumpers you put on, it was still freezing cold. You ventured into the garden and looked at it in disgust. Everything looked dead ... and wet. You sighed angrily and left the garden

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You came to a tree stump and sat on it, sighing. It was on a hill which had a great view of the dull, old house. You heard a meowing and you looked around. There was a grey, grumpy looking cat behind you
"What do you want you mangy thing?" You growled
It meowed angrily at you
"Hey, don't get grumpy at me ... it's not my fault this weather is a bummer" You said
"I heard that talking to yourself was the first sign of madness ..." Said a monotone voice
"Oh yeah? And who asked-"
You were about to finish your rude sentence, when you saw that the voice belonged to a tall, pale blonde haired and pale skinned boy. His dark blue eyes seemed to dig into your very soul ... and they seemed cold and lifeless
"Is this your cat?" You asked, annoyed
"Nah, he's feral ... you know ... wild" He said "But I do feed him ..."
"Why?" You asked
"Why not ... would be the better question" He said, sitting next to you
You moved away
"You're not very polite, are you?" He asked, looking at you with a blank expression
"And you're annoying" You said, pouting
"... Actually my human name is Lukas" He said
"Human name?" You asked, rudely
"I'm the country of Norway ..." He replied, blinking slowly
You just grunted, hoping he would take the hint and go away
"Oh, and before I forget ... be careful around here. There's a well behind us ... brother dear told me it was so deep ... that if you fell to the bottom and looked up ... you'd see a sky full of stars in the middle of the day" He said
"Very nice ..." You mumbled
"Seriously ... I tested it once. I dropped a rock down there ... and you have to count between the moment you let go ... and the moment of impact ..." He said
You rolled your eyes
"I'm surprised Berwald let you move in there ... he's been a little edgy for a while" He said
"What do you mean?" You asked
"Well ... he said not to talk about it" He muttered
You could hear someone far away calling
"I think someone's calling you, stalker" You said
He looked over his shoulder and someone called again
"It sounds like it ..." He said, sighing
He stood up
"Sounds like my brother needs me. I'd better get going" He said, sighing
The grey cat meowed happily
"Oh, by the way ... I never got your name" He said
"(Name)(Last Name)" You said, agitated "Now go away"
He shrugged
"Fine ..." He mumbled, walking away
You sat there, seething with anger. Lukas ... what was his deal?

-

When you got back home, you wrapped some bandages around your hand, which you had cut when you fell over on the way back
"I met a weirdo today, mum" You said
Your mother just grunted in response. You sighed ... she appeared to have no time for you at that moment in time. Your father was at work ... and she was on the laptop
"Why don't you finish unpacking?" She said
"Because it's boring" You grumbled
"Oh ... and some blonde guy dumped this on the porch" She said
You looked at her. She was holding up a little doll. It looked just like you ... it was very weird indeed
"A little ... me?" You mumbled
You took it and examined it
"Who was that guy anyway?" She asked
"Lukas ... he's Norwegian ... and I am WAY too old for dolls ..." You replied, rolling your eyes

To be Continued