You ran up to the front door and threw the door open. "Norge!" You tackled the Norwegian down to the ground, not caring about his complaints.
"Nor! I thought you said you had a gift for me! Where is it?" You stood up watching Norway stand up as well.
"It's in the car. I knew you would hug me, and I didn't want it hurt." You began to jump up and down in excitement.
"Oh Nor! What is it? What is it? What is it? What is it?"
"Just go to the living room...I'll bring it in." You nodded and ran off, plopping yourself down in your favorite armchair. You couldn't help but squirm in excitement. Norway said it could be broken (at least, that's what your translated it to), so what could it be? Maybe it was a beautiful vase of flowers! Or maybe a cute teapot for when you had England over for tea! No, it had to be a painting of you and the other Nordics!
You were so excited, you didn't notice Norway poking his head into the living room. "(Name), follow me."
You stood up and nodded, following the blond. He was carrying a very large box, half the size of him. Whatever your gift was, it must be light if Norway could lift it with so much ease.
Norway stopped at your bedroom door. "Open it." You knew he didn't intentionally sound mean, so you just nodded and opened your bedroom door, letting Norway follow in after you. Closing it quietly, you watched the man gently set the box down on the bed.
"Now, (Name), I'm really sorry if you don't like this. I'll take it back. It's just that...I thought of you...when I saw it." You were busy looking over the box to notice the bright red blush on Norway's cheeks.
"Aw man Nor! What is it?" You gave the box a poke. Something made the box lunge back at you. You gave a squeal and hid behind Norway. "What's in there!? Why did it attack me! Nor!"
Norway calmly walked forward and opened up the box. He picked something up and began to speak soothing words to it in Norwegian. As he turned around, you saw what he was holding.
A kitten with long, pure white fur was being held close against Norway's chest. The kitten turned its head and looked at you, letting you see it's dull blue eyes. The kitten had a little piece of fur at the side of it's head that was curling up, just like Norway's curl.
"He's a Norwegian Forest Cat. I thought you may like him. You kept saying you were lonely in your house..." Norway held out the kitten for you to hold.
You cautiously wrapped your hands around the kittens small body and let him rest against your shoulder, supporting its bottom and back with one of your hands.
"Norway, I don't like him." You looked up at Norway and for once, actually saw sadness on his face. You sat on the edge of your bed, letting the kitten rest on your lap. "I love him Norway. Thank you. So much."
Norway sat down next you you, watching your finger stroke your new friend's tiny head. "He doesn't have a name. I thought you should name him. He is yours after all."
You watched the little kitten paw your finger, trying to figure out a name for him. "I'm going to name him....Baldur." You looked over at Norway and saw the bright blush on his cheeks. "What?"
"I-I just didn't expect you to name him after a Norse god..."
You gave a giggle and set Baldur on the floor, letting him roam around his new play area. "There's a few good reasons for his name. He's Norwegian, so yes, Norse gods. But the real reason? Baldur was the god of light and love." You looked up at Norway, face bright red.
"And he was given to me by the man I love the most."
~*~*~*~*~*Four Months Later*~*~*~*~*~
"Baldur! No!" You ran up to the cat, trying to get him to stop scratching your couch. Baldur just ignored you and continued to scratch, not caring one bit about how much he was ruining your furniture.
Norway walked in a looked down at the cat, emotionless. The cat stopped scratching and looked back at the man, almost holding the same expression. Baldur broke eye contact and looked down at the couch, before retracting his claws and walking away, going off to find more trouble.
You gave a sigh, tired from four days straight of the incident. "I should of named him Loki. All he does is cause trouble." You gave a pout and crossed your arms.
Norway walked up beside you and pulled you into a hung, wrapping his hands around your waist.
"But the man you love..."
"You are never going to let that go, are you?"
Planting a soft kiss on your shoulder, Norway smiled to himself. "No."
You gave a sigh and turned around. "Don't you have a little brother to bother?"