Um... [Norway x Reader]

Which was on his desk, in his room. And you knew very well that you weren't supposed to go in Lukas's room, let alone watch YouTube on his laptop. But it was just so shiny!

And...

The "Party in Sweden's Pants" video was addicting. You were currently watching it for the tenth time. But it was kind of getting old now, so you decided to look around in Lukas's files for pictures. 

So, you plugged in your headphones and began spinning around in Lukas's fancy desk chair. "Bwahahahahahahahaha!" you laughed evilly. You continued to do this for another twenty seconds, but then ran out of air and started choking. Karma is relentless. "Oh yeah..." you said under your breath. You had almost forgotten your objective!

Find dirty pictures on Lukas's laptop. It would be awesome to blackmail him with it. So, you clicked around, typing random stuff into the search bar. Then you came across something interesting. It was a nude picture of you.

Oh my god, you thought to yourself. And even worse, there were more. They were all in a folder called "Pictures of _____". There were multiple snapshots of you in a bikini, getting dressed, in the shower-wait, in the shower?! Oh, he was gonna get it. Then you remembered that you weren't supposed to be in there in the first place.

Whoa. So Lukas was a stalker? Man, I actually thought he was kinda cute. 

All of the sudden, the bedroom door shoved open. You quickly ripped your headphones off of your head and closed the laptop.

You slowly turned around, only to be stared down by none other than the country of Norway, Lukas Bondevik.  

Crap, I thought he said he was gonna be back at noon! Then you glanced at your watch. It was 12:05 P.M.

He looked at you with an almost Sweden-like glare, and then took a few steps toward you. He sighed. Then he began speaking. 

"_____, what did I tell you about going in my room?" He asked.

"Umm...not to?" you replied with a shaky voice. Ah! He's gonna kill me! "L-Lukas, p-please...justdon'tkillmeIwannaliveandI'msorryIwentonYouTubewithyourlaptopandforcaominginyourroombecauseIknowI'mnotsupposedtoandlasjdkfjaskhdjfhasldkjfhoiuweljhfljhasljdfljashd-"

"_____, what were you doing?" he questioned, eying you suspiciously.

"Nothing~!" you replied, with a smile on your face.

"Hm. Then let me see." Lukas said in his usual monotonous voice.

"Ah ha ha, nooooo......" you laughed nervously.

"_____, stop messing around, just let me see."

"No." Then Lukas tried to grab the laptop off of his desk. You snatched it away.

"Fine. Have it your way."

An odd look crossed the Norwegian man's face. Oh God no, he's not really gonna-

"Askjdhflkahsddkhf!" you screamed as Lukas sat on top of you. Yes, he sat RIGHT ON TOP OF YOU. "L-Lukas, g-get off of me-" you gasped.

"Make me."

"NOOOOO! Becausethisisthemostterrifyingthingthathaseverhappenedtomeandwhyareyousittingonmeandwhathte****isgoingongetoffamebroyou********sonofa***********************"

While you were preoccupied with shrieking out a colorful array of profanities, Lukas grabbed the laptop and got off of you. You sighed in relief. Thank God, you thought to yourself. And then the reality of what just happened sank in.

As Lukas flipped open the laptop, his face went from perfectly emotionless to a bright red. And his nose started gushing blood. You sweatdropped, and walked over to him.

"Lukas...are you okay?"

"Um..." was all he could gasp out, because his nose was still gushing blood like Niagara Falls.