[Mod!Post] HetaChristmas Advent Lightning Challenge!
For the next few days at least, we're all going to be busy with holidays and with the Hetalia Christmas Event and as a way to pass the time I have come up with this challenge.
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When America woke up, the room was dark and there were shuffling sounds coming from inside the fireplace. He had thought about checking out what it was at first but figured that he was for one, too scared to and for two, it might be Santa and he only comes when you are asleep (England had told him once before).
A loud crash that happened next nearly made him jump. He pretended to be unconsciously bothered by the noise and shifted so he could get a look if it really was Santa.
... And then it occurred to him that the chances of it being a zombie was as close as it being the jolly old man in the bright red suit.
"Bloody hell, that hurts more than I thought it would have..." A voice muttered.
Well, that didn't sound like a zombie or Santa, for that matter. In fact, it sounded suspiciously like...
"Hmph. Stupid idiot's going to catch a cold if he sleeps out here like this," There were the sounds of him dusting himself off. "Then again, they say that idiots are immune to colds."
That had tempted America to just cut off his act but he remained still, for fear that England might not give him his Christmas present if he 'wakes up'.
Carefully, he cracked open an eye just by a slit, only to see that England was gone. He opened his eyes wider for a better view but quickly shuts them when he heard footsteps approaching. The footsteps stopped right in front of the couch and he could feel the gentle breeze as England crouched down.
Then his body was covered by the warmth of thick fabric.
There was a sigh and America could feel England's breath as it brushed over his cheeks. Just how close were their faces? "You never listen to anything I say," he began as he adjusted the blanket around to properly cover America's body. "And look, you haven't even put out a plate of cookies and a cup of milk for Santa."
Oh dang, he had forgotten about that.
"Well, I'm letting you off this time..." Yes! "But I am not giving you anything without taking something in return." Awww. Well, if England were to take something, he sure hoped it wasn't the cool new video game he bought just a week back, that had been--...
As abruptly as it had began, it ended. America thought that he might have imagined it. The brief moment when he felt something soft against his own lips and the heat that could not have possibly come from a piece of fabric that was his blanket.
America froze, stunned.
And England was about to stand up when he obviously noticed something and said, "Shit!" and began to rub his palm as gently as he could across America's cheek.
Having recovered, America smiled and grabbed the other's wrist. He slowly opened his eyes and was greeted by a shocked Englishman, and although it was dark, he could make out the bright red on said man's face.
America's smile turned wider, "The soot can wait but right now..."
With that, he pulled England into his arms for a much, much longer kiss.
And suddenly, the world didn't feel as empty anymore.
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