[DRABBLES] Three Various (Axis Powers Hetalia)
Here's the second of several sets of Hetalia drabbles. I'm offering requests in my lj, and these are the results so far.
Prompt: I Want More Than Just Looking at You [ FF.NET Link ]
Pairing: AustriaxHungary
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor
Word Count: 333
Summary: Austria is not a voyeur. Most definitely not. [For miyuki-mina]
He was on a casual walk in the woods around his house when he stumbled across her bathing in a small pond. The water was pristine and clear, and she splashed it over her nude form as she hummed a tune to herself.
Hungary would certainly be infuriated that if she caught him spying on her bath. She, after all, had to protect the maiden's purity she was so insistent that she bore.
And her trusty frying pan was lying in plain view on the edge of the shoreline. It was very much within arm's reach, ready to fend off any unexpected voyeurs.
Austria was definitely not a voyeur. He was going to walk away right this instant. Unbidden, he trailed his eyes down her form one more time before he turned around.
And stepped promptly upon a large twig. It cracked under his foot, the noise echoing across the forest floor. The sound of water splashing and a large object being picked up caused him to pivot back around warily.
She was quick. Hungary was already standing on the shoreline, frying pan in hand. Two pieces of hair she'd thrown up over her front concealed her breasts, and she covered her nether regions with her free hand.
"A-Austria!?" Her face grew red when she registered who exactly had interrupted her clandestine bath. Austria gulped. Hungary's arm fell to her side, the frying pan slapping against her bare, wet legs. She dropped it, then crossed her arms over her chest. "Normally I'd refuse, because my purity is nothing to be scoffed at." Austria was trying his hardest not let his gaze fall below her belly button. "But if you want to join, there's plenty of room in the pond for two."
Hungary turned around, her back end moving suggestively as she stepped back into the pond. She whipped her head back toward Austria and gave him a wink. He stood there, frozen, unable to respond.
Prompt: What if this Storm Ends and I Don't See You as You are Now Ever Again? [ FF.NET Link ]
Pairing: SwedenxFinland
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Romance
Word Count: 233
Summary: Finland and Sweden talk war on a cold northern night. [For lilichen]
For almost every Nation, war was merely a fact of life. As sure as the pull of the moon on the tides, as sure as the northern lights they watched dance across the sky, there would be times of war and there would be times of peace.
Right now was one of those terrible times, those bloody times. Sweden stoked the fire as he and Finland sat outside their tent, the frozen northern wind biting at their ears. Their soldiers were encamped around them, all fast asleep in their own tents, hoping for a better day when the sun rose, praying for the storm to pass.
"Su-san," Finland spoke up softly, stifling a yawn. He was pressed against Sweden's side, both of them underneath a thick blanket.
"Mm?" Sweden glanced over at the smaller country.
Finland exhaled, his breath forming mist in the bitter cold. "Do you think, that when this is all over, we'll still be the same?"
Sweden shifted, slinging an arm around Finland's shoulders. " 'Verything changes, doesn't mean we have't change s'well." He leaned into Sweden's hold. "We're Nations, bu' we're people too."
A warm smile crossed Finland's features. "And no one can force us to change but ourselves?" Sweden nodded."Borders can change, but we don't have to."
"Mm'yes."
"We'll be all right," Finland reassured. He curled his hands in the blanket to keep them warm.
"We 'lways are."
Prompt: Swing [ FF.NET Link ]
Pairing: GermanyxN. Italy
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Word Count: 512
Summary: Germany wakes up to find Italy missing... [For mayurasan]
Germany always worried when he couldn't find Italy. If it had been anyone else, he would have shrugged it off. They'd find their way back. It was of no concern unless they'd been gone for an extended period of time.
But not Italy. The nation had this tendency to just float off at random points, and usually that lead to trouble. They weren't even in a time of war right now and Italy still managed to walk straight into danger so very often. To call him accident prone would be the understatement of the century.
So when he woke up that morning, and Italy's warm red hair was no longer tickling his bare chest, he frowned. He checked around the house, asking Prussia if he'd seen the Italian. Prussia shrugged and told him he'd seen him walk outside earlier, that was all.
"Which direction did he go?"
"No idea."
Germany sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his unkempt morning hair. He slipped on a pair of boots and walked out the door, in search of his missing partner.
It was over an hour later when Germany finally heard a familiar exuberant voice. He was at the bottom of a green grassy knoll when Italy's joyful laughter flitted into his ears. So he was okay. Good
He strided up the hill, long legs making the trip a quick one, and exhaled in exasperation when his eyes met with Italy. He'd found an old rope tire swing, tied to a tree. It appeared as if it had been long abandoned, and Italy was the first to rediscover it. He was swinging back and forth his eyes closed and his grin wide. The wind carried him along, and his clothes and hair sifted in an early morning summer breeze. As was usual, Italy's joie de vivre was infectious.
"Germany, Germany!" Italy registered the presence of the other nation. He laughed and attempted to slow the swing down, leaping off of it. But Italy was Italy, and Germany quickly noticed that he was not about to land softly. Indeed, he'd leapt off when the swing was far too high.
Germany darted over and caught the smaller country in his strong arms, swinging him around two times before settling him gently onto his feet. Italy placed his hands on Germany's chest and gave him a sweet smile. "You were gone when I woke up, Italy."
Italy frowned. "Ah well, I wanted to go on a walk. I'd seen this tire swing a couple of weeks ago and I thought it would be fun, but Germany, you don't usually like childish things like that, so I came on my own."
Germany's cheeks pinked and his blue eyes fell downcast. He cleared his throat. "I don't... mind swings."
The other country's expression brightened. "I'll make sure that I definitely invite you next time, then!" He placed his elbows on Germany's shoulders and stepped up onto his tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to Germany's lips.
Germany nodded, his hands now on the small of Italy's back. "I'd like that."
Prompt: I Want More Than Just Looking at You [ FF.NET Link ]
Pairing: AustriaxHungary
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance/Humor
Word Count: 333
Summary: Austria is not a voyeur. Most definitely not. [For miyuki-mina]
He was on a casual walk in the woods around his house when he stumbled across her bathing in a small pond. The water was pristine and clear, and she splashed it over her nude form as she hummed a tune to herself.
Hungary would certainly be infuriated that if she caught him spying on her bath. She, after all, had to protect the maiden's purity she was so insistent that she bore.
And her trusty frying pan was lying in plain view on the edge of the shoreline. It was very much within arm's reach, ready to fend off any unexpected voyeurs.
Austria was definitely not a voyeur. He was going to walk away right this instant. Unbidden, he trailed his eyes down her form one more time before he turned around.
And stepped promptly upon a large twig. It cracked under his foot, the noise echoing across the forest floor. The sound of water splashing and a large object being picked up caused him to pivot back around warily.
She was quick. Hungary was already standing on the shoreline, frying pan in hand. Two pieces of hair she'd thrown up over her front concealed her breasts, and she covered her nether regions with her free hand.
"A-Austria!?" Her face grew red when she registered who exactly had interrupted her clandestine bath. Austria gulped. Hungary's arm fell to her side, the frying pan slapping against her bare, wet legs. She dropped it, then crossed her arms over her chest. "Normally I'd refuse, because my purity is nothing to be scoffed at." Austria was trying his hardest not let his gaze fall below her belly button. "But if you want to join, there's plenty of room in the pond for two."
Hungary turned around, her back end moving suggestively as she stepped back into the pond. She whipped her head back toward Austria and gave him a wink. He stood there, frozen, unable to respond.
Prompt: What if this Storm Ends and I Don't See You as You are Now Ever Again? [ FF.NET Link ]
Pairing: SwedenxFinland
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Romance
Word Count: 233
Summary: Finland and Sweden talk war on a cold northern night. [For lilichen]
For almost every Nation, war was merely a fact of life. As sure as the pull of the moon on the tides, as sure as the northern lights they watched dance across the sky, there would be times of war and there would be times of peace.
Right now was one of those terrible times, those bloody times. Sweden stoked the fire as he and Finland sat outside their tent, the frozen northern wind biting at their ears. Their soldiers were encamped around them, all fast asleep in their own tents, hoping for a better day when the sun rose, praying for the storm to pass.
"Su-san," Finland spoke up softly, stifling a yawn. He was pressed against Sweden's side, both of them underneath a thick blanket.
"Mm?" Sweden glanced over at the smaller country.
Finland exhaled, his breath forming mist in the bitter cold. "Do you think, that when this is all over, we'll still be the same?"
Sweden shifted, slinging an arm around Finland's shoulders. " 'Verything changes, doesn't mean we have't change s'well." He leaned into Sweden's hold. "We're Nations, bu' we're people too."
A warm smile crossed Finland's features. "And no one can force us to change but ourselves?" Sweden nodded."Borders can change, but we don't have to."
"Mm'yes."
"We'll be all right," Finland reassured. He curled his hands in the blanket to keep them warm.
"We 'lways are."
Prompt: Swing [ FF.NET Link ]
Pairing: GermanyxN. Italy
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Word Count: 512
Summary: Germany wakes up to find Italy missing... [For mayurasan]
Germany always worried when he couldn't find Italy. If it had been anyone else, he would have shrugged it off. They'd find their way back. It was of no concern unless they'd been gone for an extended period of time.
But not Italy. The nation had this tendency to just float off at random points, and usually that lead to trouble. They weren't even in a time of war right now and Italy still managed to walk straight into danger so very often. To call him accident prone would be the understatement of the century.
So when he woke up that morning, and Italy's warm red hair was no longer tickling his bare chest, he frowned. He checked around the house, asking Prussia if he'd seen the Italian. Prussia shrugged and told him he'd seen him walk outside earlier, that was all.
"Which direction did he go?"
"No idea."
Germany sighed deeply and ran his fingers through his unkempt morning hair. He slipped on a pair of boots and walked out the door, in search of his missing partner.
It was over an hour later when Germany finally heard a familiar exuberant voice. He was at the bottom of a green grassy knoll when Italy's joyful laughter flitted into his ears. So he was okay. Good
He strided up the hill, long legs making the trip a quick one, and exhaled in exasperation when his eyes met with Italy. He'd found an old rope tire swing, tied to a tree. It appeared as if it had been long abandoned, and Italy was the first to rediscover it. He was swinging back and forth his eyes closed and his grin wide. The wind carried him along, and his clothes and hair sifted in an early morning summer breeze. As was usual, Italy's joie de vivre was infectious.
"Germany, Germany!" Italy registered the presence of the other nation. He laughed and attempted to slow the swing down, leaping off of it. But Italy was Italy, and Germany quickly noticed that he was not about to land softly. Indeed, he'd leapt off when the swing was far too high.
Germany darted over and caught the smaller country in his strong arms, swinging him around two times before settling him gently onto his feet. Italy placed his hands on Germany's chest and gave him a sweet smile. "You were gone when I woke up, Italy."
Italy frowned. "Ah well, I wanted to go on a walk. I'd seen this tire swing a couple of weeks ago and I thought it would be fun, but Germany, you don't usually like childish things like that, so I came on my own."
Germany's cheeks pinked and his blue eyes fell downcast. He cleared his throat. "I don't... mind swings."
The other country's expression brightened. "I'll make sure that I definitely invite you next time, then!" He placed his elbows on Germany's shoulders and stepped up onto his tiptoes, pressing a quick kiss to Germany's lips.
Germany nodded, his hands now on the small of Italy's back. "I'd like that."