#NorEng

[doueverwonder]

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[hermannsprecursors]

Hetalia rarepair week day 6

Day 6: Magical and Fantasy | Ghost

Nyo!England x Nyo!Norway

It's not too early for Halloween right guys? Because I got pretty witches hitting the scene today

@hetalia-rarepairweek

[norice-aph]

England/Norway

‘Let’s rock it’

[roran01]

“Get a room! Preferably not MINE.”

[msbparker]

Éhes lettem :)

Burgertime with Richard and Silje.

[spaceman-spaetzle]

💚💙💖

HELLO friend. welcome to my ted talk

💚 what’s a ship you secretly like?

i don’t really know if it’s a secret at this point but i think auspol/polaus is very 90s sitcom coded with an added mix of This Is Kind of Awkward given the lore in nationverse at least. they can snark at each other or snark against someone together and i support them. catty fellas.

💙 ship you used to have as an otp

I used to love noreng and write it a lot! they still have a soft spot for me but i don’t write norway often these days and i am too chicken to write arsehurt

💖 ship that needs more love

platonic lietbela. tolys is tired and tasha probably comes uninvited to babysit his dogs or smth as she tells him to kill himself (affectionate) in the comfort of his own living room. they’re t4t friends to me and no one understands how they get along or if they even do

this was fun!! thank you 💚💚💚

[pvffinsdaisies]

EngNor but make it them as two teenagers in their own band, and they don’t have another band mate, and Norway is the singer, and England frequently gets so lost in his voice and ends up stopping playing his instrument and when Norway asks what’s up he just babbles out complete and utter nonsense because he has no idea how to tell his close friend and band mate that he has a huge crush on him.

[fireandspiceland]

The polyship bitch has been summoned.

Fruknoreng interests me quite a bit because we have France and two (mostly)emotionally reserved nations, who both can do magic. Plus Norway and England probably would both usually be topped but they have no problem topping France, and he doesn't mind either.

Also there will be so many tender moments because lOOK AT THESE 3 AAAAAAAAAAAa

The magic party here is what I completely forgot about so thank for reminding me of it because now I’m thinking about that ‘my hot which girlfriend sacrificing me 🥰‘ meme. but it’s France splayed out on the floor naked surrounded by candles and england and Norway kneeling at his sides in their cloaks and with their spell books. France is in for a good time here.

Tender moments yesss 🥺🥺🥺 fruk or would work really well on an emotional level. They can bring the best out of each other. and have great sex. 💖

[just-an-artist-that-exists]

been thinking about @kuzco-kin ‘s old hetalia blogs,,,

[koolkat9]

EngNor and ItaPan for the ship bingo?

EngNor

I wish there was something between it's okay and I love them because I feel like I fall in the middle. I like it, not necessarily love it, but there is some cute material/reasoning for them. I 100% love it in a platonic sense.

Itapan:

This season has really made me fall down the rabbit hole of Itapan...

Send me a ship and I'll fill out a bingo card

[norice-aph]

Medieval!AU with viking!Denmark and viking!Norway coming to England to conquer his land. During their invasion Norway gradually fell in love with England and started to protect him from Denmark. However, Norway required to have sex with him as a compensation for protection of England.

[ssuckitlosers]

Have you ever considered EngNor?

Hmmm, I wont lie I haven’t thought of this ship too much solely because I love a bit of angst and this ship gives me such fluffy domestic vibes.

Aww though it must be such a cute ship. I swear if it’s angsty I will not be pleased.

Imagine them casual talking about magical creatures with no one to make fun of them for it and these two would just get each other so wellllll.

The most angst I picture this ship having is Arthur slating the fact Lukas chooses coffee over tea.

Wait nvm, for a second I lived in a world where unrequited love fics don’t exist. (Honestly what kind of masochist reads those 💔)

I love a good unrequited but actual required love fic and I feel like that is also a vibe for this ship. Same with pining omg. Pining after their best friend while he’s focused on someone else??? But then they realise what’s been there all along????????? 💖💖💖

Yo that’s the vibe this ship gives me, pining after your friend and it’s unrequited at first but by the end they both realise they’ve been idiots and they’ve been missing out.

I’m rambling again 😂 but I must add that Arthur would be the one to confess.

It still kills me that it’s canon that Lukas sends Arthur a Christmas tree every year for being his friend, like my heart cannot handle that.

[lumassen]

What if aph England was a Scouser?

This came from a conversation on a discord server about what accent people headcanon England to have as we have so many, and as a northerner I like to think he would rock a northern accent. Based off several headcanons that England and Norway are good friends, and that nations move around a lot to avoid being clocked by their citezens for the fact that they don't age, I bring you this random drabble:

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It was getting dark by the time Norway finally arrived in the port of Liverpool and stepped off the ship. It had been 5 years at least since he'd seen Arthur, and perhaps 15 or more since he'd last visited England, and since finding out that Arthur was now living in Liverpool he took the opportunity to visit him when he was there on a trip.

Stepping down from the gangway, Norway tightned his scarf a little tighter around himself, the biting cold winter air slipping through any opening in his coat that it could find. Pulling back his glove to check his wristwatch, he noticed they'd got in a little late even though they hadn't really been delayed when they set off from Bergen.

Turning back to the ship for a moment, Norway watched with a small smile as his crew who'd kindly let him come along with them began to unload the large Norwegian Spruce. Since 1942 he'd given a Christmas tree as a gift to the people of England as a token of gratitude for the support they had given him during the second world war, something he would never forget. It started off as a single, 60 or so year old Spruce that was cut down specially and gifted to be put up in Trafalgar Square every year, but in recent years Norway had started gifting a couple more to other cities around the UK, and this year he had one for Durham, Oxford and Liverpool cathedral.

When he was satisfied that his crew didn't need any help, Norway waved a quick goodbye to them before setting off across the docks. He walked slowly at first, admiring the Christmas lights that decorated lamp posts and trees until he spotted England sat on a bench at the end of the docks. Quickening his pace so to not keep him waiting much longer, Norway's smile broadened just a little more. He and England were old friends despite their past differences and conflicts, and Norway had been looking forward to this visit since he found out that England living here.

"Long time no see." He said as he stopped in front of England, who looked up away from his smartphone and put it in his pocket.

"Likewise," he said with a smile, standing up and grasping Norway's hand in a firm, friendly handshake before pulling him in for a hug.

"So, Liverpool eh? I thought you'd be more of a country house in the cotswolds kinda old man by now, so I'm a bit surprised to find you here." Norway teased as they started strolling away from the docks and toward the city centre.

It was the end of November, so despite it being nearly dark it was still only 4pm in the afternoon and the streets were still full of people. For the past few years Norway had been living in the depths of the countryside up in Narvik with more sheep around him than people, so it felt strange yet nice to be surounded by so many people again.

England laughed a little, "Yeah, I fancied living somewhere a little livelier. I was getting a bit fed up in a big drauhty house down south, I found that I always had a proper cob on so I knew I needed to move to somewhere with a bit of atmosphere. I know we shouldn't have favourite citzens, but I've always had a soft spot for the people of Liverpool." he said, and Norway was shocked at how much his accent had changed since the last time he'd seen him.

It happened to most nations who lived among citezens to end up speaking with their accent or dialect, so he wasn't necessarily shocked, just a little taken aback.

Whether it was the fact that his own English skills were a little rusty from living in a rural place where not many of his citezens around him spoke anything but Norwegian or the fact that England's accent had thickened he wasn't sure, but Norway was struggling to keep up with him.

"What abar you? Where you living?"

"Er, Narvik. Been there about 7 years. It's nice." Norway said, with not much else to add. Narvik was Narvik. He went fishing occasionally, but other than that he was either buried in paperwork or eating or sleeping these days.

"Fancy a bevvy while we have a natter? There's a bar close by that's proper sound, you'll love it, and no I won't get bladdered before you say anything." England said as they turned the corner, and Norway quite honestly didn't understand a word that he just said.

"A bevvy?" he repeated, and Arthur turned to look at him and raised a large eyebrow,

"Yeah, a drink. Do you not fancy it?"

Norway blinked a couple of times, trying to get his head around England's changed accent. Sure, he knew that dialects and accents were a common thing, and back in his country he had many unique ones himself, but the way that England was rolling his 'r's and talking from the back of his throat on some words was tough enough to understand without the added slang.

"Sorry, yes I'm happy to have a drink with you." Norway said, a smirk crossing his lips at the fact that England was so oblivious to his change in accent.

They talked about this and that while they walked to the bar, England asked after Denmark and Iceland and they discussed the upcoming football championship until they arrived to a wobbly looking old stone pub nestled among the more modern buildings of the city. One of the things that Norway loved about visiting England was hidden gems such as this, and in summer he loved touring old castles and historical sights with Arthur.

Norway stepped inside as England held the door open for him, relieved to be inside and out of the wind. The smell of beer hit him immediately and he could feel the carpet sticking to the bottom of his shoes.

He spotted an empty table and took a seat, England following him and sitting down opposite, taking his gloves off and stuffing them into the pocket of his leather jacket.

"God it's baltic out there, but I'm proper made up that you've come to visit though. Actually this probably isn't that bad for you is it, now you're living in Narvik." England laughed, rubbing his cold hands together before he stood up again, "Let me get you a bev, back in a tick." he said before pushing his way to the bar.

Norway watched England as he leant on the bar, laughing with the bartender and chatting away and sighed, still not fully understanding what the hell he'd just said. He was pleased though that England was happy and settled in Liverpool. He'd had it rough the past couple of years with the whole Brexit thing which had obviously made him move as a distraction if anything else and Norway was glad to be catching up with an old friend, but had he realised that he would struggle to understand England as much as he was then he might not have suggested staying for a whole week...

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lol. For those people not from the UK and aren't familiar with a Scouse accent I tried to find a video. The best one I could find is still a bit crappy, but the girl at 0:12 is a prime example of how fast Scousers speak that not even I or the subtitles could keep up with her at first.

Click for the video

this fic is the closest I've ever got to writing a crack fic and this is purely self indulgent im sorry lol

[theroleofimagination]

Everyone tries to get Lucy Bronze to use the translation device to listen to a French question...

She then talks about how much she’s looking forward to heading ‘home’ to Lyon for the semi-final.

[ifindus]

Don’t you hate when languages do that thing when one word is the same but mean different things?

[sportss-gay]

"why do we keep conceding from set pieces" the answer starts with p and ends with neville