Confessions {Iceland x Reader}

“Do you even know what you’re saying? Don’t ever think about telling that to any other guy…”

Warning: ‘Lime’ content— beware

You closed your eyes.

Iceland. He never left your thoughts.

You’ve had a huge crush on him since day one. You had only met him a couple years ago, but since then he was always on your mind. You couldn’t help it. He was just so perfect.

But you sometimes questioned his ability to love. He was so serious—all the time. Had he ever had a crush on anyone… ever? He didn’t seem like the type. Had he ever had a girlfriend? Had he ever liked a girl in that way yet? You doubted all of these, but not just because you liked him. Practically every nation knew he wasn’t too interested in girls.

In fact, he probably cared more about licorice than girls. So why were you so hopelessly into him?

Easy. He was the most composed, modest, bright, and affirmative guy you knew. Even if not everyone took him seriously. Oh, and can’t forget ‘cute’. Definitely can’t forget cute.

You’d first met him during a world meeting. All was silent, for once, until Denmark showed up and crashed the place—demanding everyone’s attention, while the rest of the Nordics followed wordlessly behind him.

The first time you glimpsed Iceland, you’d nearly choked on your coffee. You couldn’t peel your eyes off him—he was perfect! He’d been crossing his arms and pouting at Denmark’s idiocy, completely silent. Mr. Puffin was seated on his shoulder, also quiet.

His composure showed he was strict, but also had a childish side to him. And you loved it. Every bit of him, you adored.

But you just had no idea how he felt. About you, about anyone, or anything at all. No one ever knew what he was thinking. Though at least he wasn’t like Sweden or Norway—the ones who truly didn’t show emotion.

Unlike them, Iceland got flustered easily, mostly around the rest of the Nordics—and you thought it was adorable. He got annoyed, even angry, and you still thought it was cute.

But you knew you shouldn’t be crushing so hard on someone like him. Someone who barely had any idea you existed.

Two years ago when Russia first introduced you to him, all you could do was blush and stutter. You could hardly even look at him.

Blame love at first sight. You’d been staring at him for who-knows-how-long, and then when you finally got the opportunity to talk with him, you were rendered speechless. He must have thought I was an idiot, you thought to yourself hopelessly.

“_____? Are you alright?” You heard Russia ask, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh! Yeah… I’m fine.” You shook your head a bit, breaking out of the daze.

You were currently in the Nordics’ mansion, sitting on their living room couch with Russia, Denmark, and Sweden. Inside the kitchen was Finland, preparing something for lunch.

It was mostly Denmark keeping up the conversation- Russia chatting back with him- while your mind constantly wandered over to Iceland. He wasn’t in the room, but simply being in his house was enough to make you uneasy.

“And so, I told them how I was the King, and then they…” Denmark continued on rambling about himself, the self-proclaimed ‘King’, while Russia conversed back with him. You had decided to tag along with him during his visit to see the Nordics, since you knew he wouldn’t mind.

In fact, Russia had tried to get you to come with him for a visit many times. But you’d always declined— too shy to be around Iceland. After a while, he gave up. It was some time later you finally mustered up enough courage to go see the Nordics and asked Russia if you could come with him the next time. He said ‘Of course’, as expected.

“So _____, what have you been doing over there? You’ve been quiet for a while now,” Denmark smirked, “Looking for Iceland?”

You instantly blushed. “No, why?”

He laughed at your reaction. “Oh please, everyone knows you have a thing for him,”

You gasp a bit, surprised. “E-Even him?!”

Chuckling, he responded, “Nah, I don’t think he knows. He doesn’t pay attention to those kinds of things,” He took a swig of his beer and said, “I think he just needs to get laid. You up for the job?”

You almost dropped your cup. Simply thinking about doing that kind of thing with Iceland made you blush ever harder.

Denmark howled with laughter while Russia smiled, both clearly amused by your red cheeks and embarrassed face. “Shut up…” You grumbled. You couldn’t see Iceland anywhere in the room, but you still couldn’t risk him overhearing.

Once the laughter died down, you glared at Denmark. “Hey hey, take it easy. I was only joking.” He claimed.

“Really…”

“No. In fact, why don’t you take these?” He opened a drawer in the coffee table, and pulled out two expensive-looking envelopes. He then casually handed them to you.

A bit suspicious of what they might be, you gingerly took them.

“Iceland loves hot springs. Why don’t you offer to take him there with you?”

Glancing down, you noticed they were indeed hot spring tickets.

You felt your cheeks warm up again. Going to the hot springs, alone, with Iceland?! You shook your head. “No way. He wouldn’t want to go with me…”

“Nonsense. Of course he’ll go; if you just ask. Doesn’t he like hot springs, Sweden?” Denmark asked, turning to his friend.

Sweden nodded. “Indeed he does.”

You gulped, and stared down at the tickets. Just thinking about practically asking him on a date gave you butterflies. You looked back up, “What’s in it for me?”

Denmark downed the rest of his beer. “He’s never gone out with a girl before. And he loves hot springs—so there’s no way he’d decline. Maybe you can take him on his first date?” He smirked suggestively, setting down his mug.

You cringed, and he chuckled again. “You don’t have to call it a date. It’s not like he’d understand either way. Just ask him; I assure you he won’t say no~” He sang gleefully.

“But…” You suddenly turned suspicious, “Why did you have two tickets to a hot springs just lying around?”

“Some girls gave them to me this morning while I was out buying some more booze. Now quit asking questions—I know you like him.”

Your heart pounded when Denmark announced, loud and clear, that you like Iceland. Guess there was no denying it anymore. And besides, you knew he wouldn’t stop bugging until you agreed. “Okay… fine,” You let out a deep breath. “But if he thinks I’m weird for asking, I’ll hate you forever.”

He grinned, “Yes!” and jumped up, cheering. “And he won’t think much of it, I promise. Just make sure to change his mind,” He said as he walked over to your side of the couch. “He’ll definitely say yes. This is great, isn’t it Sweden?!” He cheered again.

Russia grinned politely, “Oh goodness, things are getting quite lively.”

Sweden, who had been silent most of the time, actually managed a nod.

“I say _____ buys us more drinks to celebrate! Yeaaah~!”

You facepalmed. “Now you’re taking it too far.”

~*~

This is happening way too fast, you thought to yourself miserably.

You were still in the Nordics’ living room, pacing. A couple hours after Denmark had given you the tickets, Iceland and Norway got home. As soon as Denmark heard them coming, he ran over to the front door to let them in. And to force Iceland over here, you thought; your cheeks burning.

You couldn’t believe you were actually going through with it. Asking Iceland if he wanted to go to the hot springs with you! — Something you never expected you’d ever do.

Denmark had assured you he wouldn’t find it odd and that he’d even be glad to go with you. But in the back of your mind, you thought otherwise.

Iceland had always seemed so grouchy around the Nordics. What if he was like that all the time? What if he bluntly said, ‘No, thank you.’ and left? You’d never be able to live it down.

You heard Denmark call your name—momentarily breaking you out of your panic. Russia- still sitting at the couch- smiled gently at you; his way of telling you good luck.

Sweden nodded at you as you went over to where you heard Denmark, which sounded like the entryway to the mansion.

Nothing will go wrong, you told yourself as you made your way to the front room.

But as soon as you turned the corner, you froze. Iceland was standing there, along with Norway. Denmark was off to the side, smirking. And you couldn’t help but think: Iceland looks so cute…

Norway turned to you, and shook your hand. “Good to see you,” He murmured. He then turned to Iceland and Denmark, “Well, I’ll be going upstairs. And don’t forget, Icy…” He said, beginning to walk up the stairs, “Call me Big Brother.”

Iceland narrowed his eyes, “No.”

Denmark patted him on the back. “And me too! We’re already like brothers—even if we’re not blood-related, right?” He grinned cheerfully.

You smiled. Watching them interact was kind of funny.

Iceland sighed. “Sure, whatever,” He mumbled as soon as Norway was out of sight. “Now what were you going to tell me?”

Your heart began to pound. You fiddled around with the tickets in your pocket, your hand shaking a bit.

“Oh, nothing! _____ was actually going to ask you something.”

Your eyes widened. Stupid Denmark!... you mentally cursed him. Why did he have to make things more embarrassing for you than they already were?

“Oh, okay,” Iceland turned to you. “Yes?”

You gulped. Can’t back down now, you told yourself. “Um, I was wondering… if you’d want to come to the hot springs with me?” You asked gingerly, holding up the fancy tickets a bit and smiling sheepishly.

There, you said it. Now what kind of thing would a cool and composed guy like him say to that?

His face lit up. His eyes brightened, shining with happiness. “You really want me to go to the hot springs with you?! Of course, I’d love to!” He laughed gleefully, and turned to Denmark. “Haha—she asked me and not you!”

~*~

Tell him how you feel, Denmark had said. Let him know what relationships are, Denmark had said. Try to give him a kiss, that stupid, idiotic Denmark had said.

Well you know what? Screw you Denmark! You thought as you sank even further into the hot water.

Your face was already half-submerged into the hot springs. Denmark had tried giving you ideas about what to say to Iceland, but why would he even do such a thing when he knew hot springs were divided into a boys’ side and a girls’ side?

You almost facepalmed. Why hadn’t you remembered they were divided?

After mustering up all the courage to really talk to Iceland, maybe even confess—it was all for nothing.

Maybe that was why he was so happy to come. He’d finally get to go to a hot springs without the rest of the Nordics. Besides that, you’d never really seen that childish, somewhat immature side to him. But of course, you loved it just like the rest of him.

He’d been polite enough to make small talk before coming into the springs, but it must have been because he had to. After all, you were the one who gave him the free ticket. Or so he thought. He probably had no idea why you’d do such a thing, but accepted nonetheless.

There was no one else in the hot springs—neither on your side or his. That must have been why the tickets looked so fancy and expensive; they were probably VIPs that offered special treatment.

You were trying to relax. But it was difficult. I could use a drink; it’s getting stuffy in here… you thought to yourself. You wrapped a towel around your bare body and walked over to the vending machine near the doorway.

Just as you were getting nearby, you noticed the door creak open slightly.

Huh, I thought I’d be alone… you briefly thought.

The door opened more. Curiously, you glanced at the newcomer. But what you didn’t expect was to come face-to-face with none other than…

Iceland.

He was shirtless—only had a small white towel tied loosely around his waist. But before you could get a good look at his body, his eyes widened and he gasped a bit.

“Hey! D-Don’t look!” He whined; face red as he tried to hide himself from view.

You immediately whipped around, partly so you wouldn’t see him and partly to hide your grin from his adorable modesty.

“I… must have come into the wrong side…” He mumbled, once he was back-to-back with you.

You nodded even though he couldn’t see you. “Yeah…” You wanted to have a real conversation with him. Or at least a short one. Anything. Just not that boring small talk. So you tried to make this last—even though you could tell he was uncomfortable with being around you in his current state.

“Sorry, it was an accident. But it’s pretty cold out in those halls. Do you think… maybe I can, um… st-” He trailed off, his voice getting softer and softer.

“Hm? What was that?” You weren’t about to let him go yet. Not when he’d been about to ask if he could stay.

“Well… I’d like to get to know you more. You seem lovely; I was quite pleased when you asked if I’d like to come here with you. S-So, do you think…” He paused, and you could practically feel him getting flustered, “maybe I can… stay here with you, perhaps?” He cringed nervously.

You gasped quietly under your breath, and felt a smirk make its way to your face. Finally, he’d asked to-

“Oh but it’s completely fine if you’d be uncomfortable with that I mean we’re both practically naked so I honestly wouldn’t blame you if-”

You cut off his flustered rambling. “-I’m totally okay with it.”

You heard him breathe out a sigh of relief. “Oh… well good. I was hoping you wouldn’t get the wrong idea about me.”

You smiled. “So… is it alright if I turn around?”

You were still back-to-back. You could tell he was more embarrassed of you seeing him rather than doing it simply for chivalrous reasons.

You remembered back during the 2010 Christmas party when he and the rest of the guys were forced to strip down to check for the mark—he was very upset and unwilling, and seemed traumatized by it the next day; despite that it was for a good cause.

“Not yet,” You heard him walk over to the hot springs and get in. “Okay, now you can come in.”

You turned and went over to where he was, getting in next to him.

As soon as he processed what you were doing, he blushed bright pink. “A-Are you sure you want to be that close…?”

You tried not to smile. Is he really that shy? You nodded, “It’s okay with me… but if it’s not with y-”

“-I’m alright with it.” He cut in. He was looking away, trying to hide his pink cheeks.

You grinned. Now seemed like a good time to start a real conversation. “So Iceland, do you like anyone?” You accidentally blurted out.

“’Like’?” He repeated, confused. He turned back to look at you, just as it clicked in his mind. “Oh… that kind of like. Um, no… not really.” He didn’t seem uncomfortable to answer—more like surprised. As if that was something he didn’t usually think about.

Subconsciously, you let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, okay. Just curious.”

A few seconds of silence passed, and you began to think he wouldn’t let the conversation go any further. Until…

“Well, do you like anyone?”

Your heart felt like it skipped a beat. That was something you would have never expected to hear from him. “Me?”

He looked down, his face flushed.

You didn’t know how to answer. Should you just tell him…?

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me,” He said after a moment. Your eyes widened, but before you could speak, he continued. “I don’t really… pay attention to that kind of thing. But I’m starting to wish I did. Denmark always tries to tell me these ‘amazing’ things about girls and relationships, but…” He trailed off.

“You don’t want to hear it from someone like him?” You guessed.

His face brightened, and he quickly turned to face you. “Exactly! Plus he says I’m too modest. But I don’t believe I am. After all, I always—hey, what are you doing?”

Your eyes snapped back up to his face.

Damn, he caught me… you thought to yourself in embarrassment.

As soon as he’d turned to you, nearly half of his bare, beautiful chest had been revealed to you. Almost subconsciously, your eyes had lowered to his visible collar bones, shoulders, and rest of his front. You couldn’t help it—he was absolutely perfect in every way.

You were positive you hadn’t been staring- maybe just looking over- but he still managed to catch you. Somehow, you felt like the ‘perverted one’ here. Which was usually not you.

But for some reason, you decided to use his modesty against him. Mostly to distract him from the fact you’d been caught, though. “Oh, Iceland. You see? That’s clearly why Denmark thinks you’re too modest to get a girl,”

His eyes widened. “Excuse me?”

You wanted to slap a hand over your mouth. Was it really you who just said that?

Before you could take it back, he sighed loudly. “You know what? I think you’re right. Maybe I am a little too… you know,”

“Shy?”

“No! I mean…”

You giggled. “Self-centered?”

He pouted cutely, crossing his arms and leaning his back against the hot spring wall. “That’s not what I mean…”

“You just want your space. And privacy.”

He growled a bit, “Yes. Denmark and Norway are always all over me,” You could tell he was getting irritated, but not at you. “I was raised that way. They’ve always been here, not caring for anyone’s personal space!” He scoffed, that grumpy side of him coming out.

Cool, shy, mean, serious, cranky, polite, modest, childish… this guy had way too many personalities. Maybe you really were the only girl who could handle them all.

He grinned smugly, “Just like this,” He moved forward and caged you in, your back against the hot springs’ wall.

You blushed, staring down at his slim yet perfect arms surrounding you. “I-Iceland…” His bare chest was pressing to yours. Only the fluffy towel wrapped around you was keeping from some seriously hot skin-to-skin contact.

The smirk soon left his face, and he slowly looked down to your chest. He wouldn’t admit it, but even with the towel—you still felt extremely pleasurable while pressed against him like that. She feels so nice… he thought subconsciously. His round violet eyes slowly became half-lidded as a pink blush crept to his cheeks, and you could’ve sworn on your life you’d heard a soft moan escape his parted lips.

Did I somehow manage to turn him on...? You thought in the back of your mind as you watched his features closely.

As if being snapped out of a trance, his eyes widened as he quickly pulled away. “I-I’m so sorry.” He mumbled out as fast as he could.

You looked at him with longing. “It’s okay…” You whispered.

He’d backed up a fair amount, but scooted a bit closer once he noticed you weren’t angered. “It’s just… I couldn’t… control myself.” He finished his sentence with audible shame, looking down.

He sounded like he genuinely didn’t know what to do around a girl. Perhaps he was truly clueless in the area of romance. Maybe that was why he’d never had a girlfriend. The poor guy probably had no idea what to do with new feelings, or maybe didn’t even understand what they were or felt like just yet.

“It’s okay. Maybe it’s about time you learned these things…” You said softly, wading a bit closer to him.

He immediately stiffened. “Oh… yes I suppose…”

You faced him again. “Loosen up a bit.”

He froze for a few seconds, and then visibly relaxed. Or tried to.

You took in a deep breath, and slowly reached to place your hand on his bare shoulder.

Though before you could, he snatched up your wrist in his hand. “Whoa, what are you doing?” He asked in a serious voice.

You looked up at him and pouted. “Do you want me to teach you, or not? ‘Cause Denmark can always-”

“-No!” He immediately dropped your wrist, and loosened up completely. He exhaled before saying, “Okay… I’m ready now. Do what you want.”

…Wait a second… he wasn’t implying what you thought he was implying… or was he?!

You instantly blushed when you realized he was. “Iceland, I didn’t mea-”

“-No, it’s fine. Touch me wherever you want. I won’t move away.” He removed his arms from beneath the water, and placed them over the sides of the spa. “Just… be gentle, okay?” He looked away and squeezed his eyes shut.

So he was trying to get over his ‘personal space’ and ‘no touchy’ issues. Typical… but what had Denmark been trying to teach him?!

You shivered at the thought. But, you still couldn’t believe it—Iceland, of all people, was going to allow you to touch him anywhere you wanted?!

No way. You didn’t think you could do it. You’d much rather tell him how you feel instead. “I-Iceland, you don’t have to do that!” You told him, your eyes also squeezed shut and face blushing.

He slowly looked towards you, and you peeked at him. “But then… how am I supposed to learn…?”

You sighed, and looked down. “I just… wouldn’t feel comfortable doing that to you unless you knew.”

“If I knew what?”

“Well, first… believe me; I would definitely want to…” You trailed off a bit, your face burning. “Especially to a guy like you, since you’re like, so perfect… But I would want you to first be aware of-”

“-Do you even know what you’re saying?” He scoffed, and crossed his arms again. “Don’t ever think about telling that to any other guy…”

Your face burned even worse; you were pretty sure it was beet red by now. “No, I meant-”

“-Telling me you’d touch me is okay. I asked you to. But if it was someone else…” His expression changed to that of worry, “They’d take advantage of you. They’d think you were a-”

“-But what I meant was-”

“-I just want you to be careful with what you say. I care about y-”

“-I WAS TRYING TO SAY I LIKE YOU!”

He froze. His jaw was dropped and violet eyes were widened.

You instantly covered your mouth with both hands. That was not supposed to come out that way.

After a few moments of silence, he finally recovered. “… I see. Is that the whole reason you invited me here?”

You nodded slowly.

He didn’t say anything for a little while longer. You felt like you were holding your breath the entire time.

Finally after almost an agonizing minute, he turned his face to look you directly in the eye.

You gulped.

“… Does that mean you can touch me now?” He grinned boyishly.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, but you quickly recovered. This was his immature side again, obviously. “This isn’t even about learning anymore is it…” You mumbled under your breath.

“Nope. I just want you to touch me.”

“So why didn’t you say that before?”

“’Cause it would be embarrassing.”

You facepalmed.

He crept over to you, and slowly wrapped his warm, dripping arms around your shoulders. He watched your face closely, examining each feature and movement; as if checking to make sure it was okay to do this. He gently rested his forehead against yours, his lips lingering around your mouth.

Your heartbeat sped up. His warm breath fanned over your lips, tickling. You began to feel exceedingly hot. This was odd, since you were already in a hot spring. “H-How long have you been wanting to do this…” You sputtered quietly.

“Since I saw you in that tiny towel.” He responded softly, a smirk on his normally innocent face.

You sighed lightly, only making him want your soft lips even more. “Iceland…”

He pulled away, and gently reached for your hand. “You’re the first girl I’ve ever wanted to touch me,” He looked you straight in the eye, “I’m not sure if that means I like you, but what do I know?” He chuckled. “Maybe I’m in love with you.”

You felt butterflies. You were a lot of his firsts.

First date, first girl confession, first girl hug, and maybe even his first crush?

You felt his hand still on yours, and without thinking, you slowly pulled it up to place it over his heart.

He blushed immediately upon contact, and shivered. You touching his bare chest was enough to make him this nervous…?

Smirking, you began giving him sexy strokes from the side of his neck down to his waist, leaning into him.

“B-Be gentle…” He sputtered helplessly, his face flushed with arousal.

You tried not to squeal. As always, you thought he was perfect. His skin was soft and smooth, like a baby’s. It was warm from the hot springs and twitching nervously, which you thought was cute.

After a moment, you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“_____... can you teach me other things too?” He asked shyly, his voice soft.

You grinned happily. You felt on top of the world. You made a mental note to thank Denmark for the rest of your life—Iceland was all yours.

Giggling a bit, you whispered into his ear, “Yes.”

He shivered again. “Oh, and _____?”

“Hm?” You asked dreamily.

“D-Don’t forget about this…” He slowly led your hand down even lower.

And as you touched something stiff and throbbing beneath the water, you realized there was yet another personality trait to him you’d missed:

Naughty.

A.N.: …Oh Iceland XD

What’s not to love about a guy wanting to experiment a bit? ;D Nahahaha~!

Comment if you’d like another lengthy, detailed, lime-y Nordic one-shot? c;