[ drabble ] Ouzo [ Greece/America, Hetalia ]
Title: Ouzo
Author: frostberryjam
Rated: PGsh
Pairing: Greece/America (Axis Powers Hetalia)
Word Count: 300.
Warnings: None.
Summary: It starts with alcohol, as these things tend to do.
Author Notes: Random drabble I wrote months ago.
It started, as these things tended to do, with alcohol.
A full bottle of ouzo in this case, clear as water, more dangerous than vodka.
Greece had made no comment as America curiously took a swing of it straight from the bottle and then made a funny noise, the kind of noise that was partway a choke and partway an oh, god, it burns.
But whatever it truly was, America’s big, baby blue eyes blinked, the patina that hinted at tears vanished, and he swallowed. And then he cracked his fool’s harmless smile, sheepish. “That’s pretty strong,” he’d said, all he’d said, and Greece had given him a pleased tilt of his lips. Yes. It was strong. It was the good ouzo, the best, perfect for visiting someone’s home.
America stood, fetched glasses, and served them both full top. Greece didn’t correct him, didn’t point out that it was the wrong kind of glass, that ouzo wasn’t served that way. He only picked up his glass with long, dark fingers, and they toasted each other, and America simply put the glass to his bottom lip -- and swallowed.
Greece watched, and said nothing, contemplative. Even a little impressed that the young nation only gave a slight shudder at the end, and then another of those crooked grins. The glass was refilled.
Somewhere in the house a clock ticked past midnight, and they talked briefly of politics in the way others discussed the weather, or gossiped. To them, it was all and the same. America was a little curious about Greece, about Egypt, and he leaned in closer, over the table, when Greece described some of the temples Egypt had taken him to as a child. Temples long gone now, pillaged by tomb robbers and torn asunder by bumbling archeologists.
Greece wasn’t entirely surprised that America kissed him with warm lips when the bottle was empty.
Author: frostberryjam
Rated: PGsh
Pairing: Greece/America (Axis Powers Hetalia)
Word Count: 300.
Warnings: None.
Summary: It starts with alcohol, as these things tend to do.
Author Notes: Random drabble I wrote months ago.
It started, as these things tended to do, with alcohol.
A full bottle of ouzo in this case, clear as water, more dangerous than vodka.
Greece had made no comment as America curiously took a swing of it straight from the bottle and then made a funny noise, the kind of noise that was partway a choke and partway an oh, god, it burns.
But whatever it truly was, America’s big, baby blue eyes blinked, the patina that hinted at tears vanished, and he swallowed. And then he cracked his fool’s harmless smile, sheepish. “That’s pretty strong,” he’d said, all he’d said, and Greece had given him a pleased tilt of his lips. Yes. It was strong. It was the good ouzo, the best, perfect for visiting someone’s home.
America stood, fetched glasses, and served them both full top. Greece didn’t correct him, didn’t point out that it was the wrong kind of glass, that ouzo wasn’t served that way. He only picked up his glass with long, dark fingers, and they toasted each other, and America simply put the glass to his bottom lip -- and swallowed.
Greece watched, and said nothing, contemplative. Even a little impressed that the young nation only gave a slight shudder at the end, and then another of those crooked grins. The glass was refilled.
Somewhere in the house a clock ticked past midnight, and they talked briefly of politics in the way others discussed the weather, or gossiped. To them, it was all and the same. America was a little curious about Greece, about Egypt, and he leaned in closer, over the table, when Greece described some of the temples Egypt had taken him to as a child. Temples long gone now, pillaged by tomb robbers and torn asunder by bumbling archeologists.
Greece wasn’t entirely surprised that America kissed him with warm lips when the bottle was empty.