.:NorwayxReader: A Virus.:

Elbows on table, you gloomily stared down at your meal in front of you that you haven't even touched. You haven't been able to eat a morsel for three whole days. The only thing that was in your system was water and the occasional slice of toast. Ever since you first laid eyes on him, you haven't been able to put a spoon or fork to your lips. Your parents, Tino and Berwald, were highly concerned about you. Tino would constantly pester you with "What's wrong"s and "Are you alright"'s, but you just gave him the occasional shrug and "It's nothing." Berwald, on the other hand, was able to get a little bit more out of you, but not much. All you told him was about the boy you had met and nothing more.

"_______, are you going to eat?" the Finnish man named Tino asked you, looking at you with concern in his glossy brown eyes. You shook your head and gently pushed your plate away from your eyes.

"No, I'm not really hungry, Mom," you said in a monotone voice.

"Can I have it, ______?!" Peter, your younger brother, chirped as he reached for the plate. Just as he was about to grab it, Berwald swiftly smacked his hand away. Peter yelped in pain and retrieved his hand.

"No, Peter," the Swede said in his usual dull and deep voice. Peter nodded and tenderly rubbed the back of his hand. You pushed your chair back and arose from your seat.

"I'm going for a walk," you announced. Tino sighed silently, but reluctantly nodded. You kissed your mother, father, and brother swiftly on the cheek and grabbed your jacket. "I'll be back before lunch," you said before you left the house.

You threw on the hoodie you grabbed and shoved your hands in the pocket. You took a quick glance around your scenery. The sun was just coming over the horizon, which lit up your face with its orange-yellow glow. Sighing, you walked off the porch and onto the sidewalk. Your footsteps were hollow and long. At times, you would feel like a walking corpse. Your (e/c) eyes were lifeless and dull, showing little to no color. It was the same with your skin. You barely would leave your room, and when you did, it was to attend the occasional meals with your family. It was all just because you saw him again.

Being so lost in your thoughts, you hadn't notice that you made your way to the town park. It was pretty much empty, with a few elders here and there and some children with their mothers. A very faint smile appeared on your lips. You loved seeing children happy and having a good time. It reminded you of you and Peter. Before your depression kicked it, you both were nearly inseparable. Always playing, laughing, and just always with one another. But, everything changed just because of him.

Your feet led you over to a park bench, where you took a seat. The gentle wind blew through your (h/l)(h/c) hair. You enjoyed this time of day. It was quiet, peaceful, and overall, it was--

"_____? Is that you?" a familiar obnoxious voice said from behind you. You froze. Out of all places, why must he be here?! You sighed in annoyance.

"Gilbert, leave me alone," you said, your voice laced with irritation. Instead of heeding your advice, he circled around the bench and sat next to you. The Albino smirked a toothy smirk at you.

"Keseseseseses, and why would I want to do something like that? I just wanted to see you Mein Frau," he said to you, tracing his cold fingers on your cheek. You smacked his hands away and glared at him.

"I'm not yours anymore!" you seethed through your teeth. "When I think I'm finally able to relax with you gone to Prussia, you have to come back to torture me some more!" your eyes became glossy, just as the memories of you and Gilbert together flooded your mind. All the physical abuse, the name calling, and the forcing of things he's done to you was enough to make even the strongest person weep.

"Well, the awesome Gilbert did go back to Prussia, but," he turned to you and chuckled, "I just couldn't stay away from you, _______," Gilbert tried to reach for you again, but you jumped up from the bench and stood about five feet away from him.

"Please...just leave me alone...," you sobbed, holding back the tears that threatened to fall. He chuckled once more and also stood up, his blood red orbs locking into your own. You looked around the park, and to your dismay, everyone was gone. A large lump formed in your throat, choking you.

"Think of me as a virus, (Name). Once you have me once, you will surely have me again," in a flash, your right wrist was in his left hand. You gasped in fear and tried to get free, but it was no use. Gilbert was twice your size, and his strength overtook yours.

"Let me go, dammit!" you screamed, wiggling and thrashing around like a fish out of water. His grip tightened, pressure building on your wrist bone. You squealed in pain. All of a sudden, your wrist was set free and you were thrown back to the ground. After groaning in pain and rubbing your bum with your good hand, you looked up and your eyes widened. A boy, probably around your age and if not, a year older, that you had never met before had Gilbert by his throat. How......he.....wow. The boy wasn't even close to Gilbert's build, and yet, he was able to break the grip he had on your wrist and grab his throat.

"The girl said to let her go," his voice was smooth and crisp, almost as crisp as the morning air. It was also dull, but there was some life in it. There was also an accent. To you, it sounded a bit Norwegian. "So, that mean you let her go," Gilbert gave the boy a death glare before he was tossed to the ground. The boys speed and strength astounded you to a whole new level.

"Don't think this is over," Gilbert said, after coughing a few times. "I will be back," the German man stood up and darted out of the park, not wanting to have further conflict with a boy that just showed him up. The boy turned around and looked at you. His eyes were a beautiful shade of indigo and they were filled with mystery. His hair reminded you of your mothers, but it was a darker shade of blonde. A strange curl floated off the side of his head, about three centimeters away from his hair. After a few moments of silence, he spoke.

"Are you alright?" he asked, kneeling next to you and taking a look at your injured wrist.

"I'm fine...thanks to you," you said, after finally finding your voice. A small whimper escaped your throat as the boy took ahold of your wrist.

"It appears to be fractured," he didn't have to tell you twice. Your wrist was purple, and swollen. It amazed you on how he knew that when it looked the way it did. You would have thought it was actually broken. "Did you know that man?" he asked, looking at you. You nodded.

"Yes, his name is Gilbert, my ex boyfriend," you said in a small voice.

"I can see why he's your ex," the boy said. You smiled a tad bit. "My name is Lukas, by the way. I was passing by the park when I heard your scream," Lukas said.

"If it weren't for you, my wrist would be in pieces right now," the color left your face when you thought about what you were going to tell your parents about your wrist. Lukas gently helped you up to your feet, keeping a sharp eye on your fractured arm. "Don't worry, I'll take you home and talk to your parents," he said, smiling faintly at you. You blinked in bewilderment up at him. How did he know.....?

Time Lapse: 10 minutes

"________!" you heard your mother exclaim as the front door flew open and he ran up to hug you. "You were gone for such a long time, I thought something terrible must have happened to you!" Tino said, pulling away and sighing in relief. The relief was washed out quickly though when he saw your arm. "What happened to your arm, (Name)?" he asked you. Berwald and Peter walked out of the house just as Tino had asked you about your arm.

"Uhhh....well....," you bit your lip, as your a loss for words. You didn't want to lie to your parents, but you also didn't want to tell them the truth.

"She fell on her wrist," Lukas spoke up, keeping a straight face. Tino looked at Lukas and narrowed his eyes at him.

"And who might you be?" he said, folding his arms over his chest. Berwald also sent a glare to the Norwegian. Your parents were ones who were cautious when you brought someone home, especially boys.

"My name is Lukas, a friend of your daughter's from school. I just happened to walk by the park when I saw her in pain," said Lukas. It was astonishing on how he could make up something so quickly, but then again, he wasn't far from the truth. Tino and Berwald looked at one another, before turning back to you and Lukas.

"Well, thank you for bringing (Name) home, Lukas. It's much appreciated," Tino said, easing up a bit. Lukas nodded his head and let Berwald take you from him. You glanced back at Lukas and thought, I wonder if I'll ever see him again... You were about to walk in the house when all of a sudden, a voice rang in your mind.

"Of course you'll see me again, _______."