Hey there! This is my very first Hetalia fic here. Sorry it's short. It's just a random thing I came up with while randomly thinking about Hetalia, mainly Norway.

Anyway, I hope you guys still enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya Hidekaz, of course.

You stared at the barrette stuck on Norway's head.

"What?" the Nordic asked, not even turning to you from his book.

You smiled. "I just find your barrette pretty cute. Mind if I borrow it for a while?"

He shook his head no. "You're a girl. I'm sure you have bucket-loads of other barrettes."

"Well, yeah, but yours is different. The cross has always fascinated me, you know" you carefully outstretched your hand to grab the accessory but was stopped midway with Norway evading, still not moving his eyes from the book he was reading.

With a huff of your breath, you tried again.

And again.

And again.

Were you that desperate to get that Nordic cross from his head?

Nope. You weren't that shallow. In all truth, you just wanted to get close to Norway. Heck, you were in love with the country! But of course you never bothered thinking about telling him. That's how shy you were, masking that shyness with your cheerful attitude.

You playfully pouted. "Fine, fine. I won't bother you anymore, Norway."

Still, he didn't look at you. That book must be really fascinating, though.

You stood up and decided to head out of the house, not entirely sure where to go. Maybe the park or visit a friend…

"Hey" you heard his voice call you, making you stop in your tracks and turn to him.

"Yeah?"

"I'll give you this barrette on one condition" he detached the cross from his hair and waved it in front of the both of you.

You gave out a little chuckle and refused the cross. "Oh, Norway, I'm not that desperate with your cross. I really just found it cute. Although, I'm curious; what condition would that be?"

In one swift motion, Norway grabbed your wrist with his hand and your lips with his.

Pulling back, you stared at him wide-eyed, not at all believing that this country you're extremely smitten with actually kissed you. "Norway…"

He placed the barrette in your hands. "Keep it. I have spare crosses, anyway."

A smile played on your lips. "So… if I get those barrettes, too, will I have another kiss?"

Norway gave you a deadpanned look.

"Oh, come on! I was just joking-"

You were cut off when Norway pinned you to the door, his face mere inches from yours.

"You don't need the barrettes to get more kisses from me," he stated, placing another soft kiss on your lips while your hands blindly placed the Nordic cross on the left side of your head.

Yep, it snug perfectly.

Thanks for giving time to read this little fic of mine.

Please R&R.

Take care. :)