fanfic: Adrift (Hetalia)
TITLE: Adrift
AUTHOR: dedkake
RECIPIENT: yoyosama
GENRE: Romance.
RATINGS/WARNINGS: T // arguing, minor minor language. Boys kissing, duh.
SUMMARY: Alfred drives his car into a snow drift and he and Arthur must wait for Matthew to come dig them out.
NOTES: Written for usxuk's secret santa exchange. I hope you like it! I would have included all three of your prompts, but that one in the middle didn’t really pertain to the others. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays~!
“We’re stuck. Completely stuck,” Alfred said, kicking his boots off noisily on the side of the car. He sat down heavily in his seat, slamming the car door shut behind him. He was covered in snowflakes, his hoodie and hair wet with them, and his cheeks were rosy. At any other time, Arthur would have been sorely tempted to reach over and kiss him silly, but as it was, kissing was far from his mind. By the look on Alfred’s face, a fight was coming, and all Arthur could do was try to come up with comebacks preemptively-not that he hadn’t been sitting on a hundred things he was upset about already or anything.
However, Alfred remained silent, his angry eyes fixed on the steering wheel in front of him. Arthur crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. “I suppose you’re going to blame this all on me, now,” he muttered, turning his face away from Alfred.
“You suppose?! Of course I’m going to blame it on you-it’s your fault!” Alfred exploded, slamming his hands onto the wheel (thankfully missing the horn).
Arthur felt his lip curl up in a sneer. “And how is it my fault that we’re stuck here? If I recall correctly, you’re the one driving!” Even though he knew it wasn’t exactly Alfred’s fault-the car in front of them had spun when it hit a patch of ice and Alfred had swerved to avoid it-Arthur would not stand for Alfred’s accusation.
The car became darker suddenly, and Arthur realized belatedly that Alfred had taken the keys out entirely, causing the display lights to disappear. He opened his mouth to comment on it, but Alfred beat him to it. “It is so your fault! If you hadn’t insisted we take the little car, my hummer would’ve had us out of here in a second!”
Okay, Alfred might have a solid argument, but that wasn’t important. “I can’t believe you don’t have a shovel in here somewhere!”
This comment earned him a glare. “Oh, right, sorry. I must’ve forgotten how to pack my snow shovel into your tiny-ass car!” Alfred yelled.
“Will you shut up? You could at least have some type of emergency kit here-especially if you knew the weather would be like this!” Arthur muttered, looking over his shoulder at the back seat, filled fairly high with mysterious boxes.
Alfred sank low in his seat and Arthur could see him fiddling with the pulls of his hoodie. If he strained his ears just a bit, Arthur could hear Alfred continued complaints, which he was muttering almost voicelessly.
Choosing not to answer, Arthur let near silence reign in the car for a few moments. He tried to organize his thoughts as he sat ignoring Alfred, but the tension in the air was making it difficult. The whole reason for their current plight was so they could spend a few days over Christmas together, alone for as much time as possible-Matthew would be joining them for Christmas Eve and morning-but their trip was off to a horrible start.
“You called your brother, right?” Arthur asked, rubbing at his arms through his coat-it was starting to get chilly.
Glaring at him from the corner of his eye, Alfred bit out, “Yes.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “When did he say he’d be here?”
Alfred pursed his lips together, glaring out the window before turning back to Arthur. “He said he’d be here in an hour or so depending on traffic,” he said, clearly still annoyed.
“And he has a shovel in his car?” Arthur asked, knowing it would only make Alfred angrier.
“He has a shovel in his truck.”
There was silence again as Arthur chose not to answer. He’d been baiting Alfred for a fight earlier, but that wasn’t what he wanted now. The look on Alfred’s face made a small feeling of guilt curl in his stomach-they’d both been so cheerful before, excited for their days away from the world locked away in an unknown cabin in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. And now he’d ruined it by getting upset about the situation with the car. So much for a happy Christmas. But maybe the situation could be mended (without a Big Mac and fries).
Clearing his throat, Arthur pointed toward the backseat. “You never told me what all the boxes were for…” he prompted.
Alfred continued to pout, fogging up his window with his breath as he glared out at the snow. “I don’t know, Arthur, why don’t you go check,” he said, tone harsh.
Rolling his eyes, Arthur said Alfred’s name in a tone which he hoped held just enough reprimand to force a response, but not to make him even angrier. From what he had gathered earlier, the boxes were a surprise from Matthew for Alfred to do something with since they would be arriving at the cabin first. At least, they were supposed to be arriving first. Now it looked like Matthew’s wish would be in vain since he was coming to fish them out of this snow.
“It’s Christmas decorations or something. Matthew gave them to me a while ago and told me to decorate the cabin before I picked you up, but I forgot until I got into the car this morning,” Alfred said, his breath coming as puffs of fog in the now cold air of the car. “I was going to surprise you with them when we got there, so we could put all the stuff up together, but everything’s ruined now, happy?”
Oh, well, that was different. Alfred was being sweet and Arthur couldn’t help but smile at the sentiment, even if it wasn’t going to work out just as Alfred had planned. This also explained why Alfred was especially upset-Arthur would be, too, if his plans hadn’t come to fruition in the way he would have liked. “You know, we could still put decorations up together,” he said softly, looking back at the boxes-it did sound like a fun idea.
Alfred let out a frustrated noise. “But it’s not a surprise. And anyway, Mattie will be there now, what’s the point?”
“We could all put them up together,” Arthur said, looking back at Alfred.
The loud honk of the horn made Arthur jump as Alfred slammed his fist into the steering wheel, but Alfred seemed unfazed. “It was supposed to be just us! I wanted to do something nice for you, and now I’ve gone and screwed it up,” Alfred trailed off, looking forlornly back at the boxes.
Arthur stayed quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to show Alfred that he didn’t mind, that this wasn’t as big a deal as he thought it was. He had an idea, suddenly, and he smiled again, leaning closer to Alfred over the space between their seats. “You know,” he said, “we could just decorate the car while we wait for Matthew.”
The look of confusion on Alfred’s face almost made him laugh, but he checked it with his smile. Alfred looked at him quizzically, asking, “What good would that do? We’d just have to take it all down... stop looking at me like that.”
Laughing, Arthur leaned around and pulled a box closer. “Come on, we could at least look through them, see what kinds of things Matthew gave you. It’ll be a good way to pass the time,” Arthur paused and stared at the first thing he pulled out of the box. “Is this a dancing Santa Claus?”
“Fuck! Seriously?!” Alfred exclaimed, grabbing the Santa out of Arthur’s hand in delight, his frustration obviously forgotten as he turned the toy on. “This is so awesome!”
After a few minutes, their laps were littered with the green and red contents of one of the boxes, and another one was being pulled over. Matthew seemed to have an affection for overly fat Santas and for a wide variety of holiday animals-all of which were ridiculous to Arthur, but Alfred seemed to like them. All the tension from before had left the car, leaving both of its occupants rather happy and excited to be together once again.
“Ew,” Alfred said, tossing a small piece of something dark and green at Arthur, “what the hell is that?”
Frowning, Arthur peered down at it. “Don’t throw things, idiot, the car’s small enough as it is… This is mistletoe, Alfred, couldn’t you tell?”
Alfred stared at it for a moment before pulling it out of Arthur’s hand and grinning up at him, “Why do you think Matthew would pack that?”
“Because he likes to get into the holiday spirit?” Arthur asked, going back to the box. “Isn’t all of this proof of that?”
Laughing and shuffling the stuff on his lap back into the box, Alfred said, “Maybe he just wants to kiss you.”
Arthur scoffed, arranging his decorations neatly in the box as he replaced them. “I highly doubt that. This is Matthew we’re talking about-Alfred, could you sit back a bit, I can’t reach the box like this,” he said as Alfred leaned closer, but Alfred didn’t move.
“Arthur,” Alfred said, his soft tone causing Arthur to look up at him. Alfred was leaning close, smiling-grinning-down at him with his hand raised above his head, the mistletoe dangling between his fingers.
For a moment, Arthur just stared between the mistletoe and Alfred’s face. Alfred pouted slightly, but then turned his grin back on. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” he asked, causing a blush to rise on Arthur’s cheeks.
“Idiot,” Arthur muttered, but leaned forward and pressed his lips to Alfred’s gently.
Alfred continued to grin as he dropped the mistletoe in favor of wrapping his arms around Arthur’s shoulders, pulling them closer together. “Merry Christmas,” he mumbled, lips ghosting over Arthurs, and pressed forward for another kiss.
AUTHOR: dedkake
RECIPIENT: yoyosama
GENRE: Romance.
RATINGS/WARNINGS: T // arguing, minor minor language. Boys kissing, duh.
SUMMARY: Alfred drives his car into a snow drift and he and Arthur must wait for Matthew to come dig them out.
NOTES: Written for usxuk's secret santa exchange. I hope you like it! I would have included all three of your prompts, but that one in the middle didn’t really pertain to the others. Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays~!
“We’re stuck. Completely stuck,” Alfred said, kicking his boots off noisily on the side of the car. He sat down heavily in his seat, slamming the car door shut behind him. He was covered in snowflakes, his hoodie and hair wet with them, and his cheeks were rosy. At any other time, Arthur would have been sorely tempted to reach over and kiss him silly, but as it was, kissing was far from his mind. By the look on Alfred’s face, a fight was coming, and all Arthur could do was try to come up with comebacks preemptively-not that he hadn’t been sitting on a hundred things he was upset about already or anything.
However, Alfred remained silent, his angry eyes fixed on the steering wheel in front of him. Arthur crossed his arms over his chest in annoyance. “I suppose you’re going to blame this all on me, now,” he muttered, turning his face away from Alfred.
“You suppose?! Of course I’m going to blame it on you-it’s your fault!” Alfred exploded, slamming his hands onto the wheel (thankfully missing the horn).
Arthur felt his lip curl up in a sneer. “And how is it my fault that we’re stuck here? If I recall correctly, you’re the one driving!” Even though he knew it wasn’t exactly Alfred’s fault-the car in front of them had spun when it hit a patch of ice and Alfred had swerved to avoid it-Arthur would not stand for Alfred’s accusation.
The car became darker suddenly, and Arthur realized belatedly that Alfred had taken the keys out entirely, causing the display lights to disappear. He opened his mouth to comment on it, but Alfred beat him to it. “It is so your fault! If you hadn’t insisted we take the little car, my hummer would’ve had us out of here in a second!”
Okay, Alfred might have a solid argument, but that wasn’t important. “I can’t believe you don’t have a shovel in here somewhere!”
This comment earned him a glare. “Oh, right, sorry. I must’ve forgotten how to pack my snow shovel into your tiny-ass car!” Alfred yelled.
“Will you shut up? You could at least have some type of emergency kit here-especially if you knew the weather would be like this!” Arthur muttered, looking over his shoulder at the back seat, filled fairly high with mysterious boxes.
Alfred sank low in his seat and Arthur could see him fiddling with the pulls of his hoodie. If he strained his ears just a bit, Arthur could hear Alfred continued complaints, which he was muttering almost voicelessly.
Choosing not to answer, Arthur let near silence reign in the car for a few moments. He tried to organize his thoughts as he sat ignoring Alfred, but the tension in the air was making it difficult. The whole reason for their current plight was so they could spend a few days over Christmas together, alone for as much time as possible-Matthew would be joining them for Christmas Eve and morning-but their trip was off to a horrible start.
“You called your brother, right?” Arthur asked, rubbing at his arms through his coat-it was starting to get chilly.
Glaring at him from the corner of his eye, Alfred bit out, “Yes.”
Arthur rolled his eyes. “When did he say he’d be here?”
Alfred pursed his lips together, glaring out the window before turning back to Arthur. “He said he’d be here in an hour or so depending on traffic,” he said, clearly still annoyed.
“And he has a shovel in his car?” Arthur asked, knowing it would only make Alfred angrier.
“He has a shovel in his truck.”
There was silence again as Arthur chose not to answer. He’d been baiting Alfred for a fight earlier, but that wasn’t what he wanted now. The look on Alfred’s face made a small feeling of guilt curl in his stomach-they’d both been so cheerful before, excited for their days away from the world locked away in an unknown cabin in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. And now he’d ruined it by getting upset about the situation with the car. So much for a happy Christmas. But maybe the situation could be mended (without a Big Mac and fries).
Clearing his throat, Arthur pointed toward the backseat. “You never told me what all the boxes were for…” he prompted.
Alfred continued to pout, fogging up his window with his breath as he glared out at the snow. “I don’t know, Arthur, why don’t you go check,” he said, tone harsh.
Rolling his eyes, Arthur said Alfred’s name in a tone which he hoped held just enough reprimand to force a response, but not to make him even angrier. From what he had gathered earlier, the boxes were a surprise from Matthew for Alfred to do something with since they would be arriving at the cabin first. At least, they were supposed to be arriving first. Now it looked like Matthew’s wish would be in vain since he was coming to fish them out of this snow.
“It’s Christmas decorations or something. Matthew gave them to me a while ago and told me to decorate the cabin before I picked you up, but I forgot until I got into the car this morning,” Alfred said, his breath coming as puffs of fog in the now cold air of the car. “I was going to surprise you with them when we got there, so we could put all the stuff up together, but everything’s ruined now, happy?”
Oh, well, that was different. Alfred was being sweet and Arthur couldn’t help but smile at the sentiment, even if it wasn’t going to work out just as Alfred had planned. This also explained why Alfred was especially upset-Arthur would be, too, if his plans hadn’t come to fruition in the way he would have liked. “You know, we could still put decorations up together,” he said softly, looking back at the boxes-it did sound like a fun idea.
Alfred let out a frustrated noise. “But it’s not a surprise. And anyway, Mattie will be there now, what’s the point?”
“We could all put them up together,” Arthur said, looking back at Alfred.
The loud honk of the horn made Arthur jump as Alfred slammed his fist into the steering wheel, but Alfred seemed unfazed. “It was supposed to be just us! I wanted to do something nice for you, and now I’ve gone and screwed it up,” Alfred trailed off, looking forlornly back at the boxes.
Arthur stayed quiet for a moment, trying to figure out how to show Alfred that he didn’t mind, that this wasn’t as big a deal as he thought it was. He had an idea, suddenly, and he smiled again, leaning closer to Alfred over the space between their seats. “You know,” he said, “we could just decorate the car while we wait for Matthew.”
The look of confusion on Alfred’s face almost made him laugh, but he checked it with his smile. Alfred looked at him quizzically, asking, “What good would that do? We’d just have to take it all down... stop looking at me like that.”
Laughing, Arthur leaned around and pulled a box closer. “Come on, we could at least look through them, see what kinds of things Matthew gave you. It’ll be a good way to pass the time,” Arthur paused and stared at the first thing he pulled out of the box. “Is this a dancing Santa Claus?”
“Fuck! Seriously?!” Alfred exclaimed, grabbing the Santa out of Arthur’s hand in delight, his frustration obviously forgotten as he turned the toy on. “This is so awesome!”
After a few minutes, their laps were littered with the green and red contents of one of the boxes, and another one was being pulled over. Matthew seemed to have an affection for overly fat Santas and for a wide variety of holiday animals-all of which were ridiculous to Arthur, but Alfred seemed to like them. All the tension from before had left the car, leaving both of its occupants rather happy and excited to be together once again.
“Ew,” Alfred said, tossing a small piece of something dark and green at Arthur, “what the hell is that?”
Frowning, Arthur peered down at it. “Don’t throw things, idiot, the car’s small enough as it is… This is mistletoe, Alfred, couldn’t you tell?”
Alfred stared at it for a moment before pulling it out of Arthur’s hand and grinning up at him, “Why do you think Matthew would pack that?”
“Because he likes to get into the holiday spirit?” Arthur asked, going back to the box. “Isn’t all of this proof of that?”
Laughing and shuffling the stuff on his lap back into the box, Alfred said, “Maybe he just wants to kiss you.”
Arthur scoffed, arranging his decorations neatly in the box as he replaced them. “I highly doubt that. This is Matthew we’re talking about-Alfred, could you sit back a bit, I can’t reach the box like this,” he said as Alfred leaned closer, but Alfred didn’t move.
“Arthur,” Alfred said, his soft tone causing Arthur to look up at him. Alfred was leaning close, smiling-grinning-down at him with his hand raised above his head, the mistletoe dangling between his fingers.
For a moment, Arthur just stared between the mistletoe and Alfred’s face. Alfred pouted slightly, but then turned his grin back on. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” he asked, causing a blush to rise on Arthur’s cheeks.
“Idiot,” Arthur muttered, but leaned forward and pressed his lips to Alfred’s gently.
Alfred continued to grin as he dropped the mistletoe in favor of wrapping his arms around Arthur’s shoulders, pulling them closer together. “Merry Christmas,” he mumbled, lips ghosting over Arthurs, and pressed forward for another kiss.