Norway Song One shot

(Okay, so I wasn’t sure how to do this one so Iceland will be in this one to help.  And since I love Iceland I’ll be in this one to bring it together a bit more. The idea is that we’re at a party…fancy party. Of course Norway will be there and Iceland and I will be coming a date. XD since this is for my friend she’ll understand.)

The chatter of party guest filled the towering halls of the ballroom.  Norway leaned against one of the marble pillars surveying he crowd. His brother walked up to him.

“Aren’t you going to dance with anyone?”

“Your one to talk. You brought a date and your not dancing.”

Iceland shrugged and glanced over at his date.  She worn a pale blue dress and was talking to Finland and a grim looking Sweden. “I came to check on someone who was sulking in the corner.”

Norway glared at him and then looked the other way. Something or rather someone caught his eye. She was on the other corner of the room in beautiful silver grown. It flowed to the ground and sparkled around her.

Iceland followed his gaze and smiled slightly. “ Why don’t you talk to her?”

“Why?” Norway asked suspiciously.

“Why not? There’s a certain glow about her. And it makes you nervous every time because you don’t know how to treat her.” He said with a grin.

“Shut up.” Norway said softly avoiding his brother’s eyes.

Iceland shook his head and looked back at Sanya. His brother had been alone for too long. He took Norway’s arm and pointed him toward the girl in silver, “Look at this Princess one more time. The way she goes circling the crowd. And tell me she’s not the perfect kind. So lean a little closer if you dare. Take a quick snack for all I care, but look at this Princess one more time and tell me what’s happening.”

Norway tried to shrug him off, but Iceland continued, “If you try there’s competition. She’s a thousand fantasies all at once. Every boy in this club has one. With every move she makes another heartbreaks.”

Norway sighed and shoved his younger brother away. “Enough already.”

“What?” Iceland asked taunting, “Is she more than you can take?”

Norway glared at him and then gave in. “Fine. Enough already.”

He walked across the room and taped your shoulder gently.  “Excuse me.” He said softly, “May I have this dance?” he asked offering you his hand.

From the other end of the room Iceland stood with Sanya and Sweden and Finland. “Whoa look at Norway.” Said Denmark popping in obviously drunk. “Let’s go tease him. He looks like he’s in love”

“No you don’t.” Said Iceland and everyone else desperately grabbing him as Norway lead you to the dance floor.  He began to guide you across the room and everyone smiled from the sidelines now that Denmark was safely tied up in a closet that happened to be close by.

Norway had been alone for too long and that was about to change.