For as long as Norway could remember you had never been one to express how you really felt. Just like him you held a facade. Sometimes he felt as though he was at fault for that. He's been this way for years. Sometimes he would think he was the cause of you turning out this way. However, although you never expressed how you felt your hands did.

Whenever you said you were fine he noticed how your hands would grip your forearms in a sense of desperation and he would get the message to stay. When you said you would be fine on your own when you had to travel somewhere he noticed how your hands would cling to the bottom of your shirt. He would have followed you anyway but that signaled that you wanted someone to come with you. Or when you were scared your hands would grab the back of his shirt. Sometimes, however, when he was lucky. You would grab his hand.

And one of those lucky times was now.

Your hand gripped his as you nervously looked around. Now you weren's scared of haunted houses. To you, they were overrated and obviously fake. However, this one Japan had graciously made up for Halloween and invited multiple people to try it out. Denmark forcefully brought the two of you and about halfway through the trip he left you and Norway alone. Now the two of you were walking down a corridor with only one door at the end.

You both froze when you heard the deep, insane laughter that came from behind you two. Norway could feel you shaking. He slowly looked over his shoulder to see some sort of monster coming towards the two of you. He didn't even get a good glance before you started dragging him along the corridor. He had to admit he didn't mind feeling your grip on his hand tightened.

"Oh my god" You whispered as you used your free hand to run through your hair. "I know it's fake but damn Japan sure is good at this," You say to him before you let out a nervous laugh. He looked down at the hand that he was holding and he slowly began to rub gentle and calming circles into the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Don worry about it. We'll be fine." He said before he sent you a reassuring glance. You nodded slightly to show you understood. He gently tugged on your hand so that you were closer to one another. "Don't worry (Name). I'll protect you" He said with confidence. An emotion that was rare. You nodded and surprised and allowed him to walk you to the end of the haunted house.

"We made it" You happily said. He couldn't help but allow a small smile to grace his lips. "Thanks, Norway," You said while you turned to look at him. He quickly dropped his smile and nodded.

"No problem," He said. You pulled your hand away but he noticed how your hand seemed to linger just for a moment longer before you pulled them to your side.

He kept his glance on your hands before he watched as they moved to push some of the stray hairs behind your ears. He stared at your hands before it finally clicked.

Oh.....

He called out your name and just as you turned to question what he wanted you for he gently caressed your cheeks and pulled you own to kiss him. You kissed back with no hesitation. Although he pulled away he allowed his lips to linger over yours.

"If you want a kiss you can always just tell me (Name)," He said. You let out a sheepish laugh before you nervously rubbed your hands together. You didn't meet his eyes as you looked away.

"Am I really that transparent?" You asked. He nodded.

"Clear like a crystal" He hummed and you smiled at the male.

"Man, Japan you really are good at this!" Denmark exclaimed as he watched the scene unfold in front of him as he watched the two of you through a camera.

"Thank you Mr. Denmark." Japan thanked as he removed his mask from his face and tugged the caustume off. "I try" He said. His accent thick. Denmark laughed and the two continued to watch the two of you interact.