[ drabble ] 7 Drabbles [LM TWEWY Hetalia KH ]
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Drabble One
Love Mode
Reiji/Izumi
Future!fic. NYE, watching the ball drop at Time's Square. Accidental!Reiji/Izumi.
Reiji/Izumi
Forty seconds to midnight, watching the Americans begin to chant the countdown and surrounded by close friends, should have been awesome.
Instead Izumi craned his head, trying to find Takamiya, irritated his lover had vanished at the worst time possible.
Thirty seconds.
“Do you see Takamiya?” He tugged on Reiji’s arm, reduced to yelling into his ear to be heard, hating to do it but the man was taller, and he was already scanning the crowd for Naoya, who had done a disappearing act as well.
Twenty seconds.
“No.” Reiji’s expression soured.
15.
The crowd grew louder, and more energetic. Izumi clung to Reiji to keep from getting jostled over and trampled. Reiji automatically wrapped an arm around him.
10.
Stupid Takamiya. We come all the way to America to see this and he gets lost. Izumi dug his fingers into Reiji’s coat, watching the numbers tick down.
5.
Izumi saw Kiichi throw his arms around Haruomi, apparently not noticing or caring they'd lost Naoya and Takamiya.
4.
Saw maybe someone who could have been Naoya -- before the crowd swallowed him up.
3.
Tilted his head and stood on his tiptoes to try to tell Reiji about it. The crowd swelled with excitement. Reiji turned his head to hear him.
2.
Their lips met.
1.
The ball dropped.
Drabble Two
Love Mode
Haroumi/Kiichi
About ten seconds after the first drabble.
Haruomi/Kiichi
It was fortunate for all involved (particularly a flustered, startled Izumi and an equally surprised Reiji) that Kiichi’s mischief alarm tended to be suppressed when Haruomi’s hands were on his hips, warm even through the layers of clothes they wore to ward off the freezing cold of the new year, jostled and deafened by the exuberant crowd.
“Happy new year.” He mouthed the words only, didn’t bother to try and say them because they would be swallowed under the noise, and Haruomi’s lips tilted up in the faintest of smiles. Kiichi tightened his arms around the other man’s neck, urging him down for their first kiss of the year as a colorful snow of confetti began settling on them, getting caught in their hair, brushing against their cold cheeks.
Drabble Three
Hetalia
Prussia/Spain + France
Combine Prussia, France and Spain with equal parts alcohol.
Prussia/Spain
This was a competition that could only end badly for him.
Even Spain realized that, but he got swept into it anyway, possibly because Prussia had swiped bottles of Rotgipfler from Austria, and those bottles were now empty and turned on their sides on the table. Spain eyed them, tried to count them, felt his vision blur.
He came to the conclusion that they’d had way too much to drink.
Particularly when Prussia’s cold fingers slid around his neck, settling on his nape. Prussia moved closer, breath hot. “That idiot--” Indicating France, who was watching with interest and only twitched at the insult. “--has no idea how awesome I am at this.”
Then he pressed his lips against Spain’s, and Antonio wondered how the hell they’d started arguing over which country kissed best.
Drabble Four
Supernatural
Dean & Sam
Dean always takes care of his little brother.
Dean & Sam
“Sammy, you could have beat that kid to a pulp.” Dean used clean cotton dipped in alcohol to wipe at the blood on his younger brother’s lips, unspoken words loudly resonating between them. ‘Why didn’t you?’
Sammy’s eyes flicked to the sides, trying to find a way out. He would have sulked, except doing so merely reopened his split lip. “It was stupid.”
“What was?” Dean went to throw the cotton ball away, and rethought it, remembering the last case John had worked, where a witch had used just such a thing to cast a curse on her ex-lover. He set it aside so that he could burn it, and stared down at Sammy’s bowed head.
“The fight. It was stupid. No point in beating him up.”
In what universe, Dean wanted to ask, did that make sense? Someone hurt you, you hurt them back. That was Dean’s motto, and so far it had served him well. He rubbed his face, his cheeks, not yet needing to shave, and sighed. “Look, Sammy, next time someone’s whalin’ on you? Defend yourself, okay? Now, what’s this kid’s name?”
“… you’re not going to go hit him, are you?”
“… not at all.” Dean lied, crossing his fingers behind his back.
Drabble Five
TDT!Twewy
Joshua x Neku
Joshua-sensei takes Neku out on a date.
Joshua x Neku
Aquariums were never quiet, even though the hallway of underwater worlds divided by glass and metals were hushed, cushioned by the white noise of a constantly running air conditioner, water pumps exchanging literal tons of water between tanks, and the murmurs of people as they moved through the building, children pressing their faces against the cool glass to get a better look.
Joshua adjusted his arm, shifting so that Neku only murmured sleepily and dropped his head back down onto the blonde’s shoulder. A soft chuckle escaped Joshua as he rubbed Neku’s cheek with his knuckles, amused. “If you were that tired, we didn’t have to come.” He whispered. They had been left alone to take advantage of a bench in the shark display room
“Mmn.” Neku stared at him with a drowsy blue gaze, almost purple under the unique lighting of the tanks around them. “It’s not like I was going to get any sleep either way, Joshua-sensei.” He murmured, not quite managing a mordant bite. “It was either this or head straight to a hotel, wasn’t it?”
“Go back to sleep.” The cool hands touched Neku’s face, thumbs brushing the eyelids down. Neku gave a weary sigh of ‘what am I going to do with you’ and settled against him.
Drabble Six
Kingdom Hearts
Axel & Roxas
Their first meeting.
Axel & Roxas
“You and me; we’re gonna be buddies.”
Roxas craned his head, staring up at the tall redhead with dull eyes. “Why?” He asked flatly.
“I like your attitude. You don’t take or give bullshit. I’ve missed that.”
“…who are you?”
“Oh. Haven’t I introduced myself? I’m the fantastic, spectacular Number VIII. Or better yet,” The redhead leaned down, smirking. “You can call me Axel. Got it memorized?”
Roxas stared at him stoically, faces a fraction apart. Then he turned away. “XIII.”
Axel laughed at his retreating back. “Nice to meet you! You’ll see. We’ll get along just fine.”
Drabble Seven
Hetalia
Turkey/Greece
Turkey is exasperated by both Ancient Greece and her son.
Turkey/Greece
First the mother. Drove him nuts. Always smiling at him, eternally youthful (but older than he was), so seemingly simple-minded but then she'd go into deep stares into the distance and he simply couldn't follow her anymore, not where she was going. She was always kind to him, reacted with amusement when he was uncouth, and with understanding when he was uncouth but didn't mean to be.
Then she was gone.
That drove him nuts too.
Then there was the son, and damn it, the younger Greece was no better than his mother. He was worse. He was avidly curious, full of excitement to wander away from his house - his empty house. Nobody was taking care of Greece, he was alone, and sometimes Turkey saw him in the distance, feet and hands muddy from digging into the earth, trying to preserve shattered ruins, always trailed by at least one cat.
Turkey tried to approach him once. And like a damn feline, the boy turned out to be skittish and refused to let him come near.
So Turkey went and fetched the things he'd taken from Old Greece, gathering dust in his palaces, and began using them to lure Greece into trusting him.
The next thing he knew, he had a pissy, grabby, haughty but undeniably adorable kid wrecking his place, wanting to go home one minute and the next sneaking into his bed to curl up against his back and sleep.
And the cats. The cats came as well.
Greece drove him nuts. History repeating itself. Same attitude as his mother, but worse, a hundred times worse. Same faraway gaze sometimes that scared the hell out of him, distantly benign, listening to something Turkey couldn't hear.
This time around however, Turkey vowed that Greece wouldn't disappear like his mother. Even if he had to keep the boy under lock and key forever.
Drabble One
Love Mode
Reiji/Izumi
Future!fic. NYE, watching the ball drop at Time's Square. Accidental!Reiji/Izumi.
Reiji/Izumi
Forty seconds to midnight, watching the Americans begin to chant the countdown and surrounded by close friends, should have been awesome.
Instead Izumi craned his head, trying to find Takamiya, irritated his lover had vanished at the worst time possible.
Thirty seconds.
“Do you see Takamiya?” He tugged on Reiji’s arm, reduced to yelling into his ear to be heard, hating to do it but the man was taller, and he was already scanning the crowd for Naoya, who had done a disappearing act as well.
Twenty seconds.
“No.” Reiji’s expression soured.
15.
The crowd grew louder, and more energetic. Izumi clung to Reiji to keep from getting jostled over and trampled. Reiji automatically wrapped an arm around him.
10.
Stupid Takamiya. We come all the way to America to see this and he gets lost. Izumi dug his fingers into Reiji’s coat, watching the numbers tick down.
5.
Izumi saw Kiichi throw his arms around Haruomi, apparently not noticing or caring they'd lost Naoya and Takamiya.
4.
Saw maybe someone who could have been Naoya -- before the crowd swallowed him up.
3.
Tilted his head and stood on his tiptoes to try to tell Reiji about it. The crowd swelled with excitement. Reiji turned his head to hear him.
2.
Their lips met.
1.
The ball dropped.
Drabble Two
Love Mode
Haroumi/Kiichi
About ten seconds after the first drabble.
Haruomi/Kiichi
It was fortunate for all involved (particularly a flustered, startled Izumi and an equally surprised Reiji) that Kiichi’s mischief alarm tended to be suppressed when Haruomi’s hands were on his hips, warm even through the layers of clothes they wore to ward off the freezing cold of the new year, jostled and deafened by the exuberant crowd.
“Happy new year.” He mouthed the words only, didn’t bother to try and say them because they would be swallowed under the noise, and Haruomi’s lips tilted up in the faintest of smiles. Kiichi tightened his arms around the other man’s neck, urging him down for their first kiss of the year as a colorful snow of confetti began settling on them, getting caught in their hair, brushing against their cold cheeks.
Drabble Three
Hetalia
Prussia/Spain + France
Combine Prussia, France and Spain with equal parts alcohol.
Prussia/Spain
This was a competition that could only end badly for him.
Even Spain realized that, but he got swept into it anyway, possibly because Prussia had swiped bottles of Rotgipfler from Austria, and those bottles were now empty and turned on their sides on the table. Spain eyed them, tried to count them, felt his vision blur.
He came to the conclusion that they’d had way too much to drink.
Particularly when Prussia’s cold fingers slid around his neck, settling on his nape. Prussia moved closer, breath hot. “That idiot--” Indicating France, who was watching with interest and only twitched at the insult. “--has no idea how awesome I am at this.”
Then he pressed his lips against Spain’s, and Antonio wondered how the hell they’d started arguing over which country kissed best.
Drabble Four
Supernatural
Dean & Sam
Dean always takes care of his little brother.
Dean & Sam
“Sammy, you could have beat that kid to a pulp.” Dean used clean cotton dipped in alcohol to wipe at the blood on his younger brother’s lips, unspoken words loudly resonating between them. ‘Why didn’t you?’
Sammy’s eyes flicked to the sides, trying to find a way out. He would have sulked, except doing so merely reopened his split lip. “It was stupid.”
“What was?” Dean went to throw the cotton ball away, and rethought it, remembering the last case John had worked, where a witch had used just such a thing to cast a curse on her ex-lover. He set it aside so that he could burn it, and stared down at Sammy’s bowed head.
“The fight. It was stupid. No point in beating him up.”
In what universe, Dean wanted to ask, did that make sense? Someone hurt you, you hurt them back. That was Dean’s motto, and so far it had served him well. He rubbed his face, his cheeks, not yet needing to shave, and sighed. “Look, Sammy, next time someone’s whalin’ on you? Defend yourself, okay? Now, what’s this kid’s name?”
“… you’re not going to go hit him, are you?”
“… not at all.” Dean lied, crossing his fingers behind his back.
Drabble Five
TDT!Twewy
Joshua x Neku
Joshua-sensei takes Neku out on a date.
Joshua x Neku
Aquariums were never quiet, even though the hallway of underwater worlds divided by glass and metals were hushed, cushioned by the white noise of a constantly running air conditioner, water pumps exchanging literal tons of water between tanks, and the murmurs of people as they moved through the building, children pressing their faces against the cool glass to get a better look.
Joshua adjusted his arm, shifting so that Neku only murmured sleepily and dropped his head back down onto the blonde’s shoulder. A soft chuckle escaped Joshua as he rubbed Neku’s cheek with his knuckles, amused. “If you were that tired, we didn’t have to come.” He whispered. They had been left alone to take advantage of a bench in the shark display room
“Mmn.” Neku stared at him with a drowsy blue gaze, almost purple under the unique lighting of the tanks around them. “It’s not like I was going to get any sleep either way, Joshua-sensei.” He murmured, not quite managing a mordant bite. “It was either this or head straight to a hotel, wasn’t it?”
“Go back to sleep.” The cool hands touched Neku’s face, thumbs brushing the eyelids down. Neku gave a weary sigh of ‘what am I going to do with you’ and settled against him.
Drabble Six
Kingdom Hearts
Axel & Roxas
Their first meeting.
Axel & Roxas
“You and me; we’re gonna be buddies.”
Roxas craned his head, staring up at the tall redhead with dull eyes. “Why?” He asked flatly.
“I like your attitude. You don’t take or give bullshit. I’ve missed that.”
“…who are you?”
“Oh. Haven’t I introduced myself? I’m the fantastic, spectacular Number VIII. Or better yet,” The redhead leaned down, smirking. “You can call me Axel. Got it memorized?”
Roxas stared at him stoically, faces a fraction apart. Then he turned away. “XIII.”
Axel laughed at his retreating back. “Nice to meet you! You’ll see. We’ll get along just fine.”
Drabble Seven
Hetalia
Turkey/Greece
Turkey is exasperated by both Ancient Greece and her son.
Turkey/Greece
First the mother. Drove him nuts. Always smiling at him, eternally youthful (but older than he was), so seemingly simple-minded but then she'd go into deep stares into the distance and he simply couldn't follow her anymore, not where she was going. She was always kind to him, reacted with amusement when he was uncouth, and with understanding when he was uncouth but didn't mean to be.
Then she was gone.
That drove him nuts too.
Then there was the son, and damn it, the younger Greece was no better than his mother. He was worse. He was avidly curious, full of excitement to wander away from his house - his empty house. Nobody was taking care of Greece, he was alone, and sometimes Turkey saw him in the distance, feet and hands muddy from digging into the earth, trying to preserve shattered ruins, always trailed by at least one cat.
Turkey tried to approach him once. And like a damn feline, the boy turned out to be skittish and refused to let him come near.
So Turkey went and fetched the things he'd taken from Old Greece, gathering dust in his palaces, and began using them to lure Greece into trusting him.
The next thing he knew, he had a pissy, grabby, haughty but undeniably adorable kid wrecking his place, wanting to go home one minute and the next sneaking into his bed to curl up against his back and sleep.
And the cats. The cats came as well.
Greece drove him nuts. History repeating itself. Same attitude as his mother, but worse, a hundred times worse. Same faraway gaze sometimes that scared the hell out of him, distantly benign, listening to something Turkey couldn't hear.
This time around however, Turkey vowed that Greece wouldn't disappear like his mother. Even if he had to keep the boy under lock and key forever.