Let's be Spies! [Norway]

Mathias would proclaim to anyone who would listen to him that Norway was his best friend in the world, the entire universe. Yes, his fellow nation/little brother/occasional lover/awesome friend could easily be described as stuffy, arrogant, a bit stiff like he had a stick shoved too far up his ass, yet underneath all of it, Mathias saw a kind and actually sometimes quite humorous nation he enjoyed being around. He trusted Norway easily, and to be totally honest, he loved annoying the shit out of the nation. He just made it way too easy.

His voice muffled at the man’s hand encompassed his mouth. He tried to whip his head away from it. Denmark could never be silence! Yet, his eyes darted to Nor’s as he spoke. He huffed underneath his hand. Norway had no clue what he was talking about! He struggled and ripped away from him, falling back partially on the ground by his lack of natural grace. He immediately pushed himself back to the colder nation and started to poke his cheek, his bottom lip pouting out like a child scolded. “Insulting both my weapons at once, that’s cruel even for you, Nor,” he remarked. He knew the northern nation enjoyed being a damper on everyone’s parade, but he wished he’d see how awesome this was. They got to work together! When was the last time, they had this chance.

He pulled back to allow the man to analyze the map, but stayed close to his side, looking over his shoulder to read it. Mathias lived a fairly care-free and easy going life. Very few things could bring down his mood. People often thought him oblivious to the world, and though that might be their perception, it was hardly the truth. Mathias was once known as a vicious conqueror, and he had the scars to prove it. His mind held sharpness in battle and focus, so as he took in the map and glanced at the current surroundings, he knew the best approach.

Though he suspected Norway would hate it, it only made him want to do it that much more.

He gave the country a side long glance at his question before sharing one of his bright wide grins. Norway could be quite adorable when he was gloomy and depressed like that silly English character with the yellow bear, tiger, and pig. He understood Norway’s fear. He felt them too, every day since he found himself in this war. He was not the strong nation he once used to be. His ability to protect his people held high reliance on America, Germany, and England, though he would never admit such blasphemy words aloud. He knew the future became more and more uncertain with every inch Russia gained in Europe. He felt his people dying on the battlefield. He felt their prayers for it to end. Yes, life held little good news, and plenty of bad. Yet, he felt hope. With hope brought confidence, and with confidence, brought success. He had faced worse in his life, seen terrible and pure evil images, but for every evil action he saw, he also saw someone do something good.

His arm slung over the shorter nation’s shoulder, and he leaned into his side. “I know we can do this,” he said in a loud whisper, obviously his attempts to keep quiet, but hardly accomplishing it, “You see the glass half empty, I get that. But instead of thinking the worse, why not assume that maybe they are staying in a cabin instead out in the cold weather outside, assume maybe one good Russian soldier he thought to spare them a piece of bread, but definitely…” his voice became serious as he locked into the other’s eyes, “assume they are alive.” He would not give up on people, never.

He smirked at his other question. He loved the moments where Norway truly showed Mathias how sweet he was deep down, buried beneath all of the walls he put up for him. Mathias understood why Norway felt against killing. It was brutal and horrid, yet Mathias would be lying if he said he did not enjoy killing his enemy. Each death filled him with flames and fight to continue, reminding him of his earlier days. “I always knew you were a pacifist, brother,” he teased.

His ever efficient brother started pulling out items, double checking, and looking like he was mumbling nonsense to himself. Mathias threw his hands behind his head, stretching as boredom started to enter his system. “Yeah, if you brought it, I’m good,” he stretched his arm the other direction. “I leave boring stuff like that to you,” he spoke.

Before he could say anything else, his hand covered his mouth once more. Okay, now this was getting annoying. He opened his mouth wide and licked the palm of his hand with his tongue. Besides, they just missed the perfect opportunity!

He opened his mouth to protest, but he received the intense glare. He ended up gapping like a fish out of water until his mouth finally shut. He crossed his arms over his chest in thought. Time ticked by…slowly.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Mathias let out a long exaggerated sigh. “Nor, I have a much better plan unless you want to stay here staring at my handsome face all night,” he winked at him.

Mathias never held talent in stealth missions. He found them far too long and boring for his tastes. It led to hours and hours of sitting and staring out into nothingness. Hell, he loved people watching as much as the next person, but watching a man take the same routine route for three hours is merely exhausting. However, when he learned Norway was on the mission, he jumped at the opportunity, even ignoring his Boss’s persistence that they send in one of their top men instead. He could save his people. He was a nation, after all. He had a burning Viking power that flowed through his veins. No one could stop him! Definitely not some slow moving Russians.

It also gave him a chance to spend time with Norway. Since the war started, he hadn’t seen Norway as often as he wanted to. Battles pulled them in different directions. At times, Mathias felt like he saw more of the enemy than his allies. He missed his moody best friend, and Norway certainly did not disappoint. He loved the expressions that danced upon the man’s face. The way his brows would pinch together, to his entire face flattening out. He looked so annoyed, but hidden underneath all the layers was that slight amusement in his eyes.

He grunted at the jab in his ribs, but the smile remained in place. Norway would never admit it, but Mathias knew the man enjoyed dramatics just as much. Full with our blood. Hah. Nor, could be so funny at times in that dark humor way. He learned not to take Norway’s words too personally. Deep down the man loved his loud and happy personality. It balanced out his sad and nit picking one. “You’d miss me if they sent someone else,” he grinned and poked him playfully, “Can’t have you crying about that now, can we?”

He looked seriously out into the camp of moving people. Norway was right. His people were likely in terrible conditions. They both had fought against Russia before. The man did not show kindness to prisoners, nor did his people. He suspected they were starving and in need of doctors, likely locked in the cold. His face turned serious in thought as a slow anger rose in his chest. This entire war was stupid. He should have no part in it, and yet, here he was with his people trapped in an encampment. He did not want to wait and watch. Another second meant another second his people sat in fear. They needed to do this quickly. They needed to do this now.

“Hm,” he grunted in response, lost in his own thoughts. Norway wanted to take caution. He understood the reasoning. The man was grumpy and moody, but he cared for his people as much as Mathias. It’s why he took little offense to the gun. If anything, it actually brought up his mood. He gave a half smile, “You know I would never risk my people’s lives.” They would be successful. They both cared deeply about their people and their happiness just in their own ways.

His eyes went back out to the camp until he caught his muttered statement a large smile pulled on his lips. “Sexy?” he grinned brightly, his ADD mind easily distracted from the current situation. Aw, Nor did like him. He should have recorded it. Maybe, he could get Norway to repeat the statement. Nah, another time for sure.

But then his words turned to agreement and his eyes widened before it turned to glee. Yes, take off your clothes! There was definitely sarcasm laced in Nor’s words, but Nor was always sarcastic before he agreed to his feelings. Sarcasm would always be the nation’s defense wall, and Mathias didn’t mind jumping over it to get after his goals. His mind automatically going into realms it should not at the moment. His clothing slipping off, the touch of his skin, the taste of his lips. Nor shouldn’t tease him like this during a mission.

He coughed and adjusted the tie that felt to snug on his neck. He gave a half laugh at his words, enjoying the weight on his shoulder. His arm slowly wrapped around to his waist, holding him securely against his side. What had he been thinking about before?

Plan. That’s right.

“You should give me more credit, Nor,” he said proudly, “I was thinking something quite brilliant as always!” His voice loud, but then he lowered it as he caught site of the guards returning on the routine path. “That we knock these two out and take their uniforms,” he whispered softly, nodding to the two coming closer to them. He started to adjust his form, looking like a cat ready to pounce.

He laughed (a bit too loud) before forcing his lips close to stifle it. Norway could be such a little sour puss sometimes. Ah, but that’s why he loved him so much. All his cute little pouty faces and angry glares. He could keep a scrapbook of all the annoyed expressions that crossed his little brother’s face, and yes. Yes, Mathias did. Quite a few actually. He liked to share them with guests when they came to visit, and one time even tried to show them to Norway. He hadn’t been too pleased. Then again, it was another opportunity to snap another picture and add to his collection. He could act like he might not have missed him, but he knew Nor would be oh so bored if he hadn’t come along.

Though he gasped at his last statement. “Cry!” he protested, “I am a Viking King! I don’t ever cry!” He gave his hundred dollar grin, but if he were honest, he definitely would have bitched a lot if they cut him out of the mission. Pfft, Mathias was totally cut out for a stealth mission. Especially involving his people’s safety. Besides, he definitely couldn’t have his little brother be showing him up, now, could he?

He definitely enjoyed the warmth of him next to his side. It sucked that this was the first time he’d seen him in awhile. He totally missed Nor. The nation had a talent of helping him forget about all the crap in the world. He could get an ice cream with him, laugh, tackle him onto a couch, and attack him with kisses and forget about his people’s concerns, and how they used to be so happy and now only felt fear. He made it so easy, and he made it fun even as Nor likely protest and struggle during the entire day. He smirked and turned his head, his nose brush against the blonde’s hair. “You’re just as loud,” he whispered against his hair, remembering quite well. It really did suck that this how they had to meet in so long. He would definitely be dragging Norway somewhere after they completed this mission.

He didn’t know why Nor was surprised. Mathias had tons of awesome plans, that surprised his enemies and left them in the dust. How else had he been able to conquer to so much in his youth? Mathias was a genius! No question about it. He snorted his response. “Pfft, all my plans are amazing, bro!” he proclaimed, but then snuck a quick kiss on his cheek, “But thanks.” He chuckled and got ready himself.

He hid behind the bush as the other guard came near him. Mathias always was quick, even with his heavy weapon he took with him everywhere…except this mission. Aw bummer, he missed his axe. Another time. He pounced like cat, wrapping his arm tightly around the man’s neck. Humans could be far too easy to deal with at times. He squeezed as the man struggled for breath, calling at his arm. He slowly brought him back down into the bushes until the man stopped struggling, passed out from suffocation. He let go, allowing the man to breath again. He smirked. Hell yay, he could do stealth, like a secret spy. Move out of the way England, Denmark would become the next James Bond.

He followed Nor’s action and chuckled as he saw his face. “You look good in anything, Nor,” he winked, “Though I think you should wear a little more pink.” Merely because Mathias thought it would be freakin’ hilarious. He started undressing the soldiers, his eyes kept stealing glances at the nation beside him, catching glimpses of skin that he hadn’t touched in a long time. Not now. Not now. He kept his mantra scolding his bad thoughts. He quickly pulled off his own clothes like a teenager who had agreed to skinny dip, throwing them onto the ground quickly and then pulling on the uniform. Stuffy and tacky like all Russian uniforms. You would think after centuries, Russia might upgrade. He then drug him to the tree Nor had brought his and made quick work of tying and silencing the man. His mind focused now on the mission. He stood up with a serious straight line on his face before glancing at Nor….which completely messed him up.

He could feel laughter threatening to spill over. “First time wearing men size clothing, Nor?” he taunted, he couldn’t stop himself, the outfit looked too big on his frame. He laughed softly and patted him on the back, “Hopefully they don’t stop us and ask where your mother is?”