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Iceland x Reader I'm sorry if this story is a bit too slow for you.....I tried my best at my first story with Hetalia characters.....
I came home after a long day at work. Even though I am the country of (c/n), I still have to make money to keep the economy running. As I walked in my house, my dog, Lavender, ran over to me.
"Hiya Lavender! did you miss me?" I asked. She barked and stood on her hind legs. Lavender was a gift from Emil, my best friend and I admit, long time crush. He and the other Nordics are really close to me, especially that Denmark and Sweden almost took over my country when I was younger. Emil and I became friends fast and now, the rest of the Nordics are the closest thing I have to family. Lavender barked again and ran in circles. She is just a puppy with light grey fur and lavender eyes, just like Emil. I pe
Event: Secret Santa ((Sigh-up closed))Hey guys, how did everyone liked our first event?? OwO
I hope you all enjoyed it, cause now we’re having another event! Only this one will be about Christmas since it’s almost here, and the Theme is….
Yeah, that’s right people a Secret Santa, but drawing or fanfiction only! The rules are simple look below to know the rules and how to enter!
The sigh-ups will end on Christmas Day at noon ((12pm)) EST
Here’s how to join and the rules here
• To Join just favorite the journal! We’ll have a randomizer do all pairing up! We’ll add you onto the list below so everyone will know you’re going to be participating in the event
• We’ll note you who you will get for the secret Santa event!
• You HAVE/MUST make something of their character or characters that’s in Seasonal-Kingdom. No other ocs that’s not apart of Seasonal-Kingdom, only characters from the group.
• You are allowed to make either a draw
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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