APH: Annual

Sep 04, 2009 18:21

Title: Annual
Author: grosse_averse
Characters/Pairings: Canada/Holland (OC)
Rating: R
Summary: For prompt #36, "Reciprocity". Canada and Holland's yearly ritual.



It was the same, every year. On May 9th, Holland would visit Canada’s house, knocking smartly on the door. When Canada opened it, he would be greeted with a bright, “Goedemorgen!” and a kiss on the cheek. The tall, pale haired country would be wearing a green tie and carrying a neatly wrapped bouquet of tulips.

“For you.” Holland would always say in a soft voice, pressing the flowers into Canada’s hands. “In thanks.”

“Thank you.” Canada would always reply, and invite him in for tea.

Holland would sit very close to Canada, on his couch, tapping fingers lightly on the teacup Canada had given him.

Nice weather, they would say. Lovely meeting last week. How is your economy? Doing better. How is your Boss? Quite well, thank you.

Eventually, Holland would put one hand down by his side, precariously close to Canada’s leg, pinkie just barely brushing his jeans. Canada would find something to look at out the window.

“I am sorry,” Holland would start to say, shyly at first but then turning into something...else. “That all I have to offer you are tulips.”

They would both chance a glance at Canada’s mantle, where every year Canada would put the tulips in a vase until they got too wilted to keep.

“They are beautiful.” Canada would always assure him, and the mood would change drastically.

Holland would lay a careful hand on his thigh. “I wish you would accept something...else.” he would purr.

Canada would turn to him with a hum of question. “Oh?” he would ask, hesitantly, arching his pale eyebrows. “And what else do you have to give me? These beautiful flowers are a most generous gift...”

This year, it seems, is no different. Holland flexes his fingers, gives Canada’s thigh a firm squeeze.

“Mm-m-m. I can be much more generous.”

Canada gives him a nervous smile, shifts his weight so he is half leaning over Holland. “I...I would be willing to receive whatever you give me.”

Holland groans, threads his fingers in Canada’s long hair, and pulls him down with him so they are lying on the couch, showering hot kisses over the northern nation’s face.

“Thank you,” he whispers in Canada’s ear as he wriggles the other nation’s jeans down off his hips. “For everything.”

Canada sighs, applying feathery kisses to Holland’s collarbone as the taller nation reaches over him to his jacket, where he has hid a tube of lube. “I...I would gladly do it again.” he whimpers, tilting his hips and rubbing their groins together. He takes great pleasure in feeling the full body shudder that ripples through Holland, and the Dutch nation swears low in his native language when he loses hold of the lube and it thumps to the floor.

Holland scowls fondly down at Canada. "See what you made me do?" he complains, and Canada grins.

"So sorry!" he coos, and drags Holland down into another kiss. It is searing but not frantic; Holland sucks leisurely on Canada's tongue before sliding off him, searching for the dropped lube. Canada twists onto his stomach and props his elbows up on the arm of the couch, watching as Holland somehow manages to close his fist around the lube and shucks his pants off his body at the same time.

Canada admires Holland's ass, his long legs taut and lean as he scrabbles to his feet, sticking his ass out to right himself. He looks over his shoulder, smirks at Canada.

"Like what you see?" he asks, sauntering back to the couch and sinking down on top of Canada. The northern nation half-twists to meet his stare.

"I was just thinking," Canada hums. "You know how my Governor General made the Ottawa Civic Hospital international territory for your princess?"

Holland tilts his head; a look of tender reminiscence crosses his face. "Yeah." he answers.

Canada snakes an arm around Holland's waist, and squeezes. "So..." he prods sweetly. "Maybe it's time you repaid me with some "international territory" of your own?"

Holland's eyes widen. Then he chuckles. "Sneaky boy." he chides, then braces his knees on either side of Canada's hips. He squeezes a bit of lube into his hands. "I'll get you your international territory."

Canada watches approvingly, head cradled by the couch arm, as Holland applies the lube to the northern nation's cock; then the Dutch nation lowers himself on Canada's cock.

Well. This is new. Canada arches into the welcoming heat and Holland groans in reply as he pushes further into him.

"God, this gets better every year." Holland pants, wriggling himself downwards. The heat surrounding Canada's cock is both delicious and suffocating.

"H-Holland, I gotta..." he hisses, and Holland nods, causing his pale hair to fall forwards into his eyes.

"Move." he commands huskily, and that's what Canada does, punching his hips upwards in his rush.

Holland chuckles breathlessly, bounces with every thrust. "Not used to doing this, huh?" he asks. Canada growls and slams into Holland, causing him to cry out and double over.

"Hey, hey, I'm just teasing." the Dutch nation soothes, dipping his head down to kiss Canada's sweaty forehead. "I wouldn't mind...the roles getting switched...ah, yes, just like that...more often."

"Yeah?" Canada huffs, turning his head so he can kiss the light fuzz that dusts Holland's jaw. "Here's to many more...celebrations in the future." Then he moves, knows he has brushes that one spot by the way Holland's body tightens around him.

"God yes-s-s!" Holland shouts out, arches his back, and releases his seed across Canada's chest. Canada is not far behind, laughing at the Dutch nation's reaction.

Holland manages to make an annoyed face into Canada's shoulder, having slumped himself across the northern nation's supine body.

"Mmm, I'm not laughing at you." Canada sighs, looking up at the ceiling, one arm thrown loosely over Holland's shoulder blades, stroking the larger man's back. Holland curls inward and purrs in satisfaction.

"Coulda fooled me." he grumbles, and flicks his tongue out to taste the saltiness on Canada's skin. Canada squirms - Holland knows he is ticklish there, but the Dutch man is relentless. "If you laugh at me, I won't let you top next time."

"I wasn't exactly on top." Canada points out, and Holland nips at his neck.

"Don't be cheeky." Holland chuckles. "I brought you flowers, didn't I? Wooed you all proper?"

"You did." Canada admits. The place Holland is nipping tingles; he will probably have a mark there later. He sits up, bringing Holland with him.

"It's still early." he offers. "We could catch a bit of the Tulip Festival if we hurry."

Holland pretends to consider this, deft fingers trailing up and down Canada's chest. Canada tries to keep his thoughts focused and clean.

Tulips, tulips he chants in his mind as Holland mouths the space in between Canada's collarbone and shoulder.

"We could," Holland drawls, thumbs dipping lower and lower. "But you know, I already have my pants off and it takes so long to get ready and get in the car and drive down there..."

Canada struggles to find his voice as Holland begins stirring him into second life. "A-and you know..." the younger nation croaks as Holland shifts in his lap. "The Festival is on for another nine days..."

"That's more like it." Holland purrs in triumph, pushes Canada down onto his back again.

"Now this time," the Dutch nation instructs as Canada writhes under him and wonders if the tulips on the mantle are somehow an aphrodisiac for Holland, "Let's see if I can convince your Ottawa to become international territory again for a while."

Canada's breathless laugh is cut off, and neither nation ventures from Canada's house for the rest of the day.

& & &

Notes: Princess Juliana of the Netherlands fled to Canada during the Second World War. When she had her daughter, the Ottawa Civic Hospital's maternity ward was temporarily declared international territory so that Juliana's daughter would only have Dutch citizenship at her birth. Canada played an integral part in the liberation of the Netherlands after WWII, and in thanks the Dutch royal family sent two thousand tulip bulbs to Canada. There is still an annual tulip festival that goes on in Canada, in celebration.

I have an OC for the Netherlands/Holland who I named Lars. He's from my story on fanfiction.net called On the Bound (http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5232394/1/On_The_Bound). I quite like playing with him!

canada, writing prompts, netherlands, fanfiction: hetalia

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