Description
As I gaze into his eyes, so blue, so bright, bluer than the sky I fly into all the time. I've hated his kind for as long as I can remember, but him, he's different, I can tell. His blond hair, it's like gold, it looks so rough, yet so silky. I've never had these thoughts about a man before or anyone in my case. I just want to be running into his arms and have him catch me. But at the same time, I'm terrified. His kind and my kind aren't supposed to mix, we only married for peace or money, not for love, so, of course, our marriage is arranged. But I can see in his eyes that he wants me too. What have I gotten myself into? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Just a cute story, I thought of, it revolves around Denmark. Here's a small preview of what you'll be reading. I do update quite slowly, but I will finish this story. And btw, Norway and Iceland are not related in any way, I don't normally ship NorIce, but there was no one else since Sufin are in this story. Sorry HongIce shippers. Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, just the plot.
Prologue
