[DRABBLES] Two Various (Axis Powers Hetalia)
Here's the third of several sets of Hetalia drabbles. I'm offering requests in my lj, and these are the results so far.
Prompt: Germany and Prussia Being Bros [ FF.NET ]
Pairing: Prussia and Germany
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 347
Summary: Germany and Prussia find some common ground. Um, takes place during the late December celebration a month after the Berlin Wall fell. SOURCE. [For adesso]
"Hey West, you enjoying this concert? David Hasselhoff, he's right up your alley, right?" His voice was all cheek, the fact that he was attempting to make fun of Germany clear in every word. Prussia slung his arm around his younger brother's shoulder.
"Actually, I am. I enjoy his music a lot," Germany replied, posture tightening under Prussia's casual contact.
Prussia's arm dropped. He'd expected Germany to say that no, he did not love David Hasselhoff. He expected a 'shut up' or an exasperated 'Brooother.' He did not expect Germany to love David Hasselhoff. Because he did too, and except for beer and wurst and thinking Italy was a pretty nice guy, it had been near impossible to discover things they had in common in the last month since the Wall fell. It made living together awkward, that was for sure. But they were managing, and it was so much better than the situation Prussia had been in before.
"Really?"
"Uh yeah, why not? He's popular here. I was glad that they booked him for this celebration." Germany's eyebrows raised and he slipped out of Prussia's armhold.
Prussia grinned. "I-I LOVE David Hasselhoff. He's so awesome."
Germany's lips quirked up in a smile. "Really Brother? I assumed you were mocking me, as you generally are."
"Well I was at first, but when you didn't react..." He shrugged. "It's so cool that we have something else in common, West!"
"Hm, I'm not sure liking the same singer is that huge a deal."
"But it's a start!" Prussia wrapped his arm around Germany's shoulder once again and pulled him to his side. "I've been lookin' for freedom," he sang along. "C'mon West, c'mon. You too."
Germany shook his head but found himself unable to prevent his smile from growing wider. He began to sing along, quiet first, then louder as the song continued. Within time, his arm was resting on Prussia's back.
East and West averted their eyes to the Wall he was performing on. The Berlin Wall, which now no longer separated the two brothers from each other.
Prompt: Clouds [ FF.NET ]
Pairing: ChibitaliaxHoly Roman Empire
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Word Count: 461
Summary: Chibitalia and The Holy Roman Empire look at clouds together on a warm spring day. [For cire666]
The puffy types of clouds were Italy's favorite. He loved to lie on his back and watch them, looking for shapes and reaching up with his small hands toward them. If he reached hard enough, maybe he could touch them. He could take their pillow softness into his hands and form things out of them, much like the shapes they formed on their own in the sky. Or he could grab onto the edge of one and hoist himself up, then fall asleep in the embrace of pure white. It would be like the gentlest of cotton surrounding the fluffiest of down.
When he was sure Austria wasn't watching, and it was one of those warm spring days when the flowers were blooming and the clouds were at their fullest, Italy would put down his broom and sink into the green grass to watch the clouds.
It was one of those afternoons. He'd found, in the sky, a plethora of different beasts, both magical and real. There was a unicorn and a bear, and his favorite, a particularly delicious looking bowl of pasta. He was fixated on the pasta when he felt someone sit next to him. Italy started up, his eyes growing huge as he reached for his broom to get back to work. Gently, a small hand tugged on his sleeve and pulled him back down.
"Ah, Holy Roman Empire," Italy sighed in relief. The Holy Roman Empire blushed fiercely under the warmth of Italy's smile.
"I-I-Italy, what are you doing?" He asked, head bowed. He was fidgeting with his fingers as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. After a moment, he stopped doing that and instead pulled his knees to his chest.
"I'm looking at clouds," he explained. "If you look right there, you can see a delicious bowl of pasta floating in the sky. Ah, if only I could reach up and eat it!"
The Holy Roman Empire squinted, turned his head, and frowned. He couldn't see the pasta, no matter how hard he tried. "I can see it," he lied, not wanting to disappoint the adorable little girl he loved. "It's.... next to that eagle, right?"
Italy laughed, clear as a bell. "No, no. It's next to the bear!"
He found himself unable to find the bear as well. "Oh right, the bear."
"Ve. Why don't I just point out all the things I see in the sky for you?" Italy offered.
The Holy Roman Empire smiled lightly, lying down on the grass next to the young nation. "That would be... good." And as Italy pointed out all the beasts and the meals he saw in the sky, Holy Roman Empire watched him, not paying one iota of attention to the clouds.
Prompt: Germany and Prussia Being Bros [ FF.NET ]
Pairing: Prussia and Germany
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 347
Summary: Germany and Prussia find some common ground. Um, takes place during the late December celebration a month after the Berlin Wall fell. SOURCE. [For adesso]
"Hey West, you enjoying this concert? David Hasselhoff, he's right up your alley, right?" His voice was all cheek, the fact that he was attempting to make fun of Germany clear in every word. Prussia slung his arm around his younger brother's shoulder.
"Actually, I am. I enjoy his music a lot," Germany replied, posture tightening under Prussia's casual contact.
Prussia's arm dropped. He'd expected Germany to say that no, he did not love David Hasselhoff. He expected a 'shut up' or an exasperated 'Brooother.' He did not expect Germany to love David Hasselhoff. Because he did too, and except for beer and wurst and thinking Italy was a pretty nice guy, it had been near impossible to discover things they had in common in the last month since the Wall fell. It made living together awkward, that was for sure. But they were managing, and it was so much better than the situation Prussia had been in before.
"Really?"
"Uh yeah, why not? He's popular here. I was glad that they booked him for this celebration." Germany's eyebrows raised and he slipped out of Prussia's armhold.
Prussia grinned. "I-I LOVE David Hasselhoff. He's so awesome."
Germany's lips quirked up in a smile. "Really Brother? I assumed you were mocking me, as you generally are."
"Well I was at first, but when you didn't react..." He shrugged. "It's so cool that we have something else in common, West!"
"Hm, I'm not sure liking the same singer is that huge a deal."
"But it's a start!" Prussia wrapped his arm around Germany's shoulder once again and pulled him to his side. "I've been lookin' for freedom," he sang along. "C'mon West, c'mon. You too."
Germany shook his head but found himself unable to prevent his smile from growing wider. He began to sing along, quiet first, then louder as the song continued. Within time, his arm was resting on Prussia's back.
East and West averted their eyes to the Wall he was performing on. The Berlin Wall, which now no longer separated the two brothers from each other.
Prompt: Clouds [ FF.NET ]
Pairing: ChibitaliaxHoly Roman Empire
Rating: G
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Word Count: 461
Summary: Chibitalia and The Holy Roman Empire look at clouds together on a warm spring day. [For cire666]
The puffy types of clouds were Italy's favorite. He loved to lie on his back and watch them, looking for shapes and reaching up with his small hands toward them. If he reached hard enough, maybe he could touch them. He could take their pillow softness into his hands and form things out of them, much like the shapes they formed on their own in the sky. Or he could grab onto the edge of one and hoist himself up, then fall asleep in the embrace of pure white. It would be like the gentlest of cotton surrounding the fluffiest of down.
When he was sure Austria wasn't watching, and it was one of those warm spring days when the flowers were blooming and the clouds were at their fullest, Italy would put down his broom and sink into the green grass to watch the clouds.
It was one of those afternoons. He'd found, in the sky, a plethora of different beasts, both magical and real. There was a unicorn and a bear, and his favorite, a particularly delicious looking bowl of pasta. He was fixated on the pasta when he felt someone sit next to him. Italy started up, his eyes growing huge as he reached for his broom to get back to work. Gently, a small hand tugged on his sleeve and pulled him back down.
"Ah, Holy Roman Empire," Italy sighed in relief. The Holy Roman Empire blushed fiercely under the warmth of Italy's smile.
"I-I-Italy, what are you doing?" He asked, head bowed. He was fidgeting with his fingers as if they were the most interesting thing in the world. After a moment, he stopped doing that and instead pulled his knees to his chest.
"I'm looking at clouds," he explained. "If you look right there, you can see a delicious bowl of pasta floating in the sky. Ah, if only I could reach up and eat it!"
The Holy Roman Empire squinted, turned his head, and frowned. He couldn't see the pasta, no matter how hard he tried. "I can see it," he lied, not wanting to disappoint the adorable little girl he loved. "It's.... next to that eagle, right?"
Italy laughed, clear as a bell. "No, no. It's next to the bear!"
He found himself unable to find the bear as well. "Oh right, the bear."
"Ve. Why don't I just point out all the things I see in the sky for you?" Italy offered.
The Holy Roman Empire smiled lightly, lying down on the grass next to the young nation. "That would be... good." And as Italy pointed out all the beasts and the meals he saw in the sky, Holy Roman Empire watched him, not paying one iota of attention to the clouds.