Hi guys. So This is a going to be a bunch of one shots centred around one of my all time favourite OTPs NorwayxFemSweden. It's quite a rare pair but I love it. Hope you enjoy feel free to request.

Also a quick note, my personal head canon for these two is that they speak to each other in their respective languages as I think that they are similar enough for them to understand each other. So just assume that's what's going on when there's any dialogue

The names used for Norway will be Lukas (pretty much agreed upon), however for Fem Sweden there's not one name in particular that seems to be universal so I have decided to go with Susannah.

Chapter 1-Breakfast in Sweden

She could smell the coffee before even entering her kitchen. The rich smell of freshly ground beans hitting her nostrils in an enticing manner, willing her to it. It had to be him, with his dull irises she had often likened to thrashing waves on a stormy night. With his odd floating curl that seemed to move around his head teasing her whenever they spoke. His cross barrette that never left his soft golden locks, the one she had gifted to him, having welded it herself.

As a friend and a neighbour of course.

That's what they were, at least she thought so. Both of them rather stoic and seemingly emotionless on the outside, they had come to an agreement of sorts between themselves able to tolerate one another in a comfortable way.

The carpet felt velvety under her bare feet as she made her way towards the smell, filling her with a sense of comfort and safety. She was getting closer now and the smell of fresh coffee got stronger, assaulting her bleary senses. There was the clinking of ceramic. She could hear him place it down on her counter.

'He must be getting out a cup,' she thought.

Of course she still didn't know why or even how he was in her kitchen seemingly brewing coffee so early in the morning.

She had reached her destination and stood leaning against the doorframe. She pulled her dressing gown closer to herself trying to keep in some warmth as her feet came into contact with the cold tiled floor. Observing.

His back was towards her as he busied himself with pouring a cup, or rather two cups of coffee. Dressed casually clearly not in any kind of a rush to be anywhere or do anything particularly important.

'Hmm a casual visit then perhaps. Odd. Why would he just drop in, and as early as he did, for no apparent reason,' Susanna furrowed her brow as she thought about his actions, unable to come up with a reasonable answer as to his sudden and unexpected intrusion.

Her attention shifted and she noticed that coffee wasn't the only thing her Norwegian neighbour had been busy with as on the table she saw he had prepared smörgås (*1) just how she liked it. Well. it would seem he was here for breakfast? The new discovery however did nothing to ease Susannah's obvious confusion.

She cleared her throat hoping to get his attention, at which he immediately spun round to face her, yet he offered no explanation and kept his face straight as usual, his indigo eyes fixed on her in the doorway. She raised and eyebrow in question and addressed him, "Good morning?". Although a greeting it was clearly posed as a question.

"Susannah. You are awake. I trust you slept well."

"Hmm…"

He gestured toward the table, "Sit."

This time she shot him a look, almost incredulous. "Excuse me Norge, but why are you in my house, and more importantly how did you get in?"

"To answer your second question, my troll." This time Susannah all but glared at the man who had apparently made himself right at home in her kitchen. Still he was not phased and the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"And to answer your first question, for breakfast. Obviously. You really need some coffee Sverige, your relation to the Dane is showing." (*2) This time the glare she directed at him was enough to warn off even Belarus, a glare normally reserved for her idiot brother. Yet he still acted as though all this was completely normal and simply bought the coffee to the table along with a plate of pastries. He sat down, oh so casually and gestured again at the other seat willing her to join him.

Berits eyes narrowed and she could feel the anger and annoyance bubbling up inside for as much patience as she usually had with the Norwegian he really was being an insufferable fån (*3) and it was far too early for Sweden to deal with it. She narrowed her eyes at him before taking a seat, because despite his odd behavior he was right and she did really need that coffee before she was tempted to dust off her old sword. She took a sip from her cup, he'd made it strong with just enough milk, exactly how she liked it. This caused her to close her eyes and hum in content, although she still was not quite sure why he was there.

"Lukas you still haven't answered my question. Why did I wake up to find my house had been broken into"

"You like the coffee?"

"Lukas" A warning this time. The stoic man however just looked at her, with a straight face and answered,

"I told you, for breakfast"

"Could you not have had breakfast at your own house?" She had begun to eat now and although she was still rather annoyed she had to admit that it was good and it was all exactly how she liked it.

"Yes I could have," he paused taking a bite out of his own food, "But I felt like having breakfast with you."

'

"Oh"

Oh

At this Susanna felt her cheeks starting to heat up, undoubtedly starting to go red at his words so she bought her coffee cup up to her face and looked away from him clearing her throat slightly. Surely he meant nothing by that statement. 'No of course not don't be a fool Susannah.'

They continued to eat in a comfortable silence, content with one another's presence until Lukas got up to get himself a refill on that coffee cup, to which he asked if Susanna had wanted one too. She had agreed and allowed him to go do it, getting lost in her own thoughts.

I wonder why he's here. It's odd to break in for breakfast. Still though, she supposed as much as she didn't necessarily show it she did enjoy his company. It was a welcome break from her usual routine and she had to admit she did feel quite, quite what?

Happy? No she didn't think that's what it was.

Warmth and comfort maybe. At his presence. This time she shook her head.

No. Lukas was an old friend and neighbour. That was it. Nothing else. What was she thinking.

She was bought out of her musings by the sound of a cup being placed in front of her. Looking up towards Luaks she nodded her head slightly in thanks taking the cup. He sat back down and this time he observed her.

"Something on your mind?"

So he'd noticed she'd been spaced out. She sighed quietly, barely audible and shook her head. Nej.

Over her coffee cup she looked at him, taking note of how the early morning sun was beginning to shine through the window. She wondered again why he'd come all this way so early just to make breakfast, but she supposed he always had had a rather unique way of doing things and had many rather questionable habits. Habits that she'd come to accept as they'd known each other so long.

If he felt like coming over for breakfast she supposed then she'd allow it. This once. He always did do as he pleased.

Again she had been lost in thought as she drank from her cup. Staring blankly at him, almost straight through him as she mused on the mornings events. This time it was his turn to raise an eyebrow at her.

"Thank you Lukas, for breakfast."

"Not a problem I hope you enjoyed it"

She did.

1)smörgås- A traditional Swedish breakfast. Known as an open sandwich it usually consists of a piece of rye bread topped with butter cheese and other toppings of choice

2) It is my personal headcanon that Sweden and Denmark are related and are actually non-identical twins. My personal headcanon you don't have to agree. But there birthdays are literally on consecutive days so it does kind of make sense (5th and 6th of June)

3)fån- a swedish insult meaning idiot or prat etc. (Don't quote me I found it online)

OKKKKKK. So first one shot for this pairing. I'm not sure if they're too OOC as I have never written either of them before. This is kind of pre-relationship so yeah. I'm not sure if I'll do connected oneshots or not yet. But I thought this was cute and breaking in to make breakfast. is the kind of gesture I feel like Norway would so do without acting like its odd or unusual at all. I also think Fem!Sweden would be the type of person to find it quite difficult to deal with feelings etch because she's always repressed them in order to seem strong and be taken seriously as a woman.

I also got half way through this and decided to change Fem!Swedens name from Berit to Susannah-let me know what you prefer.

I really hope you enjoyed it, it's been a hot minute since I've written anything and Thanks!

R&R