[fic] Bellissima and Double Entendre [one-shots]
Title: Bellissima
Author: darkhue
Pairing(s): N. Italy/Belarus
Rating: G
Warnings: Written in about half an hour.
Summary: Italy just thinks that every girl should be told that she's beautiful. What could be wrong with that?
Notes: De-anon from the kink meme for the rare pair challenge.
"Signorina!"
Italy may not be good at much in the athletic department, but he is good at running. Although running away is his expertise, he's just as skilled at running after people if the situation calls for it. He ignores his brother's shouts behind him that what he's trying to do is stupid and dangerous, because there's no way that what he wants to do could turn out badly, right? "Scusi, signorina!"
Belarus seems to be ignoring him, sure, but she probably just can't hear him! After all, he wasn't very close until just a few seconds ago. A few more seconds, and he's just close enough - close enough to smack straight into her back, that is.
Miraculously, Belarus doesn't even wobble; she merely turns around and stares at Italy as he picks himself up off the ground and brushes himself off. His smile has gone down a few watts, but that doesn't change its sincerity.
Not that that really matters to her. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to tell you," Italy begins, panting a little (but still smiling!), "that you're really pretty!"
She stares at him, and he stares back with a dopily hopeful expression.
"And?"
"And…that's all, bella!" Italy can barely get the last word out before Belarus grabs him by the collar and holds him up roughly. "I - I can't -"
"You want something," she hisses, shaking him a bit. "Tell me what it is."
"No! No I don't want anything please don't hurt me!" he whimpers.
She continues glaring at him but loosens her hold a bit. "Then why would you give compliment?"
"I - I just think every girl deserves to be told she's beautiful…" He beams at her as best as he can through the fear. "And you're really, really beautiful!"
It's very strange. Belarus never hears such simple, sweet sentiments from men. Of course, it's probably indicative of a simple mind, and she still only wants her brother, but she puts him down and studies him. Italy is shaking, though whether it's from relief or an urge to flee is uncertain.
"You live in warm country, da?"
"Well, my brother's half is warmer, but -"
"Brother likes warm country," she says, cutting him off and grabbing him roughly by the forearm. "Take me there. Date."
"A - all right!"
Italy doubts that Romano will appreciate him taking Belarus to his house in the south, but surely he'll understand.
Title: Double Entendre
Author: darkhue
Pairing(s): Hong Kong/Iceland
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild suggestiveness, if you want to take it that way.
Summary: It kind of surprises Hong Kong how hot Iceland can get, given the name.
Temperature wise, of course.
Notes: Written for lifesareverie, who gave me the pairing and the prompt "ice cream."
For a city in a place called Iceland, Hong Kong thinks that Reykjavik is pretty damn hot. It's a lot cooler than it is at home, sure, but it's not as much of a refuge from his own city's sweltering summer heat as he'd hoped. It is a nice respite from the heavy rain he's been experiencing, though, despite the cloudy sky. Clouds aren't enough to deter him.
He gets into a taxi at the airport and realizes that he doesn't know quite where he's heading about ten minutes into the trip. As he opens his mouth to tell the driver that wait, sorry, he's not sure if he needs to go where he told him to go, it dawns on him that he never actually gave the driver any directions - he seems to know where to go all on his own. And so Hong Kong keeps his mouth shut, settles back down into his seat, and gazes straight ahead. As long as the driver isn't kidnapping him or anything (which would be a very bad idea, as he has some relatives who wouldn't be happy to hear it), he can trust his judgment for the time being.
Eventually, the car slows to a stop by what appears to be a zoo. Hong Kong tries to pull out some money to pay, but the driver tells him that it's already taken care of. Never one to turn down a chance to save some money, he thanks him and gets out, and he only faintly hears the driver call out and tell him that he should walk straight from the entrance and make a left towards the wild bird exhibit when he sees it.
Hong Kong follows the directions dutifully. When he reaches the wild bird exhibit, he spots Iceland, who seems to be crouched over and discreetly trying to feed a puffin that looks like it isn't supposed to be there. Since he's distracted, Hong Kong decides not to disturb him. He'll just creep up on him and scare him instead.
"It's hot."
Iceland, being Iceland, doesn't jump, but he does straighten up in surprise and whip his head around to make sure that the wrong person isn't watching him tend to an animal that's probably illegal. When he sees Hong Kong, he relaxes considerably and wipes the look of shock off his face at once. "I see you made it," he says, turning back to the puffin like nothing happened.
"Yup." Hong Kong gestures to the puffin. "Isn't this bad for it?"
"What, the heat?" Iceland stands up for good this time and looks down at the bird. "Nah. Puffin can take it. It's hotter than it usually is this time of year, but the temperature will go down soon." His eyes drift over to Hong Kong. "You look like you need some ice and snow more than he does."
"If that thing can take it, I can take it."
There's silence between them for a moment.
"But I guess I wouldn't mind, if you're offering something."
Iceland gives him a dry look. "Come on. You can have some vanillurjómaís."
Hong Kong doesn't know what that is (or even what it is that Iceland just said, really), but again, free stuff. He likes getting things for free almost as much as Iceland himself does. They go to a stand not too far away after bidding a temporary farewell to Puffin and he learns that vanillurjómaís is simply vanilla ice cream. It's not the most creative flavor - Hong Kong thinks that red bean would be nice, though he keeps that to himself - but it's rich and does help with the heat surprisingly well. He eats his from a cup; Iceland chooses a cone and licks around the scoop as they walk.
"I thought you'd be used to worse heat than this at your house," Iceland comments, watching Hong Kong out of the corner of his eye. When Hong Kong looks back over at him, he looks away, focused both on his ice cream and making sure they're going the right way. 'The right way' turns out only to be towards a bench just large enough for the two of them. "We've been experiencing a heatwave. I don't like it, but it's tolerable."
Hong Kong shrugs and hunches over his cup. "It's not that bad. It's just not what I was expecting. I mean, you're Iceland, I thought there might be more...ice."
Iceland rolls his eyes and expertly licks a bit of his ice cream from the side of the cone to keep it from dripping. "You're in the wrong place," he says. "We're not near any of the glaciers right now."
Hong Kong hums quietly in response, as Iceland adds, sounding not-quite-bored, "Sorry that I'm apparently too hot for you."
That makes Hong Kong stop short, and he stares right at Iceland, who is again looking resolutely off in the other direction. It's difficult for him to ignore the way Hong Kong's eyes are practically boring holes into him, however, so he turns around with a half indifferent, half curious expression. "What?"
"I never said that," Hong Kong answers, pointing the spoon at him.
"Said what?"
"I told you, I can take it."
Iceland grins, just a little.
• That Italy/Belarus is the first het fic I've written in...years, wow. I've got a bit more up my sleeve! Different pairing, though.
• Iceland doesn't get all that hot, actually. The temperature in Reykjavik right now as I'm posting this is 54º F, compared to Hong Kong's 90º, according to the internet. The record high temperature for Reykjavik is approximately 87º, so heat is a possibility! We'll just pretend that it was hot that day in the fic because Iceland was flustered over Hong Kong's visit. Yeah.
Author: darkhue
Pairing(s): N. Italy/Belarus
Rating: G
Warnings: Written in about half an hour.
Summary: Italy just thinks that every girl should be told that she's beautiful. What could be wrong with that?
Notes: De-anon from the kink meme for the rare pair challenge.
"Signorina!"
Italy may not be good at much in the athletic department, but he is good at running. Although running away is his expertise, he's just as skilled at running after people if the situation calls for it. He ignores his brother's shouts behind him that what he's trying to do is stupid and dangerous, because there's no way that what he wants to do could turn out badly, right? "Scusi, signorina!"
Belarus seems to be ignoring him, sure, but she probably just can't hear him! After all, he wasn't very close until just a few seconds ago. A few more seconds, and he's just close enough - close enough to smack straight into her back, that is.
Miraculously, Belarus doesn't even wobble; she merely turns around and stares at Italy as he picks himself up off the ground and brushes himself off. His smile has gone down a few watts, but that doesn't change its sincerity.
Not that that really matters to her. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to tell you," Italy begins, panting a little (but still smiling!), "that you're really pretty!"
She stares at him, and he stares back with a dopily hopeful expression.
"And?"
"And…that's all, bella!" Italy can barely get the last word out before Belarus grabs him by the collar and holds him up roughly. "I - I can't -"
"You want something," she hisses, shaking him a bit. "Tell me what it is."
"No! No I don't want anything please don't hurt me!" he whimpers.
She continues glaring at him but loosens her hold a bit. "Then why would you give compliment?"
"I - I just think every girl deserves to be told she's beautiful…" He beams at her as best as he can through the fear. "And you're really, really beautiful!"
It's very strange. Belarus never hears such simple, sweet sentiments from men. Of course, it's probably indicative of a simple mind, and she still only wants her brother, but she puts him down and studies him. Italy is shaking, though whether it's from relief or an urge to flee is uncertain.
"You live in warm country, da?"
"Well, my brother's half is warmer, but -"
"Brother likes warm country," she says, cutting him off and grabbing him roughly by the forearm. "Take me there. Date."
"A - all right!"
Italy doubts that Romano will appreciate him taking Belarus to his house in the south, but surely he'll understand.
Title: Double Entendre
Author: darkhue
Pairing(s): Hong Kong/Iceland
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild suggestiveness, if you want to take it that way.
Summary: It kind of surprises Hong Kong how hot Iceland can get, given the name.
Temperature wise, of course.
Notes: Written for lifesareverie, who gave me the pairing and the prompt "ice cream."
For a city in a place called Iceland, Hong Kong thinks that Reykjavik is pretty damn hot. It's a lot cooler than it is at home, sure, but it's not as much of a refuge from his own city's sweltering summer heat as he'd hoped. It is a nice respite from the heavy rain he's been experiencing, though, despite the cloudy sky. Clouds aren't enough to deter him.
He gets into a taxi at the airport and realizes that he doesn't know quite where he's heading about ten minutes into the trip. As he opens his mouth to tell the driver that wait, sorry, he's not sure if he needs to go where he told him to go, it dawns on him that he never actually gave the driver any directions - he seems to know where to go all on his own. And so Hong Kong keeps his mouth shut, settles back down into his seat, and gazes straight ahead. As long as the driver isn't kidnapping him or anything (which would be a very bad idea, as he has some relatives who wouldn't be happy to hear it), he can trust his judgment for the time being.
Eventually, the car slows to a stop by what appears to be a zoo. Hong Kong tries to pull out some money to pay, but the driver tells him that it's already taken care of. Never one to turn down a chance to save some money, he thanks him and gets out, and he only faintly hears the driver call out and tell him that he should walk straight from the entrance and make a left towards the wild bird exhibit when he sees it.
Hong Kong follows the directions dutifully. When he reaches the wild bird exhibit, he spots Iceland, who seems to be crouched over and discreetly trying to feed a puffin that looks like it isn't supposed to be there. Since he's distracted, Hong Kong decides not to disturb him. He'll just creep up on him and scare him instead.
"It's hot."
Iceland, being Iceland, doesn't jump, but he does straighten up in surprise and whip his head around to make sure that the wrong person isn't watching him tend to an animal that's probably illegal. When he sees Hong Kong, he relaxes considerably and wipes the look of shock off his face at once. "I see you made it," he says, turning back to the puffin like nothing happened.
"Yup." Hong Kong gestures to the puffin. "Isn't this bad for it?"
"What, the heat?" Iceland stands up for good this time and looks down at the bird. "Nah. Puffin can take it. It's hotter than it usually is this time of year, but the temperature will go down soon." His eyes drift over to Hong Kong. "You look like you need some ice and snow more than he does."
"If that thing can take it, I can take it."
There's silence between them for a moment.
"But I guess I wouldn't mind, if you're offering something."
Iceland gives him a dry look. "Come on. You can have some vanillurjómaís."
Hong Kong doesn't know what that is (or even what it is that Iceland just said, really), but again, free stuff. He likes getting things for free almost as much as Iceland himself does. They go to a stand not too far away after bidding a temporary farewell to Puffin and he learns that vanillurjómaís is simply vanilla ice cream. It's not the most creative flavor - Hong Kong thinks that red bean would be nice, though he keeps that to himself - but it's rich and does help with the heat surprisingly well. He eats his from a cup; Iceland chooses a cone and licks around the scoop as they walk.
"I thought you'd be used to worse heat than this at your house," Iceland comments, watching Hong Kong out of the corner of his eye. When Hong Kong looks back over at him, he looks away, focused both on his ice cream and making sure they're going the right way. 'The right way' turns out only to be towards a bench just large enough for the two of them. "We've been experiencing a heatwave. I don't like it, but it's tolerable."
Hong Kong shrugs and hunches over his cup. "It's not that bad. It's just not what I was expecting. I mean, you're Iceland, I thought there might be more...ice."
Iceland rolls his eyes and expertly licks a bit of his ice cream from the side of the cone to keep it from dripping. "You're in the wrong place," he says. "We're not near any of the glaciers right now."
Hong Kong hums quietly in response, as Iceland adds, sounding not-quite-bored, "Sorry that I'm apparently too hot for you."
That makes Hong Kong stop short, and he stares right at Iceland, who is again looking resolutely off in the other direction. It's difficult for him to ignore the way Hong Kong's eyes are practically boring holes into him, however, so he turns around with a half indifferent, half curious expression. "What?"
"I never said that," Hong Kong answers, pointing the spoon at him.
"Said what?"
"I told you, I can take it."
Iceland grins, just a little.
• That Italy/Belarus is the first het fic I've written in...years, wow. I've got a bit more up my sleeve! Different pairing, though.
• Iceland doesn't get all that hot, actually. The temperature in Reykjavik right now as I'm posting this is 54º F, compared to Hong Kong's 90º, according to the internet. The record high temperature for Reykjavik is approximately 87º, so heat is a possibility! We'll just pretend that it was hot that day in the fic because Iceland was flustered over Hong Kong's visit. Yeah.