[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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Norway felt his heart sink with all the force of his people's desperation as he opened his fridge and found that even he, the ageless personification of a great nation, was not immune to the on-going butter shortage. It was incredibly vexing.
"Norge! Where are you?" A loud, cheery voice echoed down his hallway, following the slamming of his front door.
Speaking of vexing, it seemed that Denmark had decided to continue his century long tradition of inviting himself over for Christmas Eve. The uninvited, but ever-present, guest blew into the kitchen like a strong North Sea wind, smiling as wide as the ocean, rocking the calm of Norway's boat.
"Oh. You again?" Norway asked flatly without turning his face from the barren disappointment that was his fridge, giving Denmark his best cold shoulder.
"Aww, don't be like that when I'm here bearing gifts, Norge!" Denmark said, unfazed by Norway's chilly silence, leaning over his shoulder and into his space to see what was so interesting in the depths of the refrigerator.
"Hmm, and what could I possibly want from the unwisest of men on Christmas?" Norway asked blandly, eying the bag that Denmark had set on the counter, wondering if perhaps the great fool had his Christmas dinner salvation.
He stilled when Denmark wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed lips to his ear to murmur, "Why don't you come find out? I know you're gonna love it!"
Norway pinched the hand toying with the bottom of shirt, grumbling lowly, "I'll be the judge of that."
"Awesome! Wait right there and close your eyes," Denmark commanded brightly, rushing across the kitchen on his fool's errand, though Norway complied, closing his eyes, scowling, and hoping against hope that Denmark would come through for him.
He waited for two long moments until Denmark took both of his hands, turning them palm up, dragging the rough pad of his thumbs over the sudden racing of his pulse, blinking into the light when Denmark said,
"OK! Open 'em!"
For a silent heartbeat, Norway lost his way in the open warmth of too blue eyes before he noticed that Denmark had one hand behind his back and one was holding something above his head.
"Honestly, idiot, you brought me mistletoe?" Norway said with a tired sigh, clenching his hand closed in frustration.
"Oh ye of little faith," Denmark said smartly, waving the sprig in his face, coming so close that Norway could feel the skate of his breath across his cheeks, "The mistletoe is for me."
Norway felt something cold and heavy, wrapped in wax paper, pressed into his one open hand, staring at it in disbelief as Denmark laughed and winked at him,
"This is for you!"
Norway smiled slowly, quietly, like snow falling on the fjords, closing his fingers around the precious butter, leaning into Denmark's chest.
"And I suppose you expect a gift in return?" He murmured, looking up into Denmark's easy, affectionate grin.
"Tis the season for sharing," Denmark quipped, rolling his eyes towards the mistletoe he still had dangling over their heads.
"True," Norway answered quietly, carefully cradling the butter as he pushed up on his toes to meet Denmark's expectant lips, kissing him until his eyes fluttered shut and his breath whispered out in a sigh of contentment. He felt the mistletoe fall over his shoulders as Denmark's hands came to rest at his waist, pulling him closer, embracing him with all the enthusiasm and heat that were so familiar, so adored.
"Merry Christmas, Norge," Denmark said happily as the kiss faded into a simple hug, two lovers pressed cheek to cheek in the warmth of a kitchen, celebrating the holidays with a stick of butter between them.
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Prompt #7: Warm
Character/Pairing/Group: N. Italy and whoever else you want to include.
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I've got this--just give me a few more hours ;)
How about some sweet Italy brothers?
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And though it had been very noisy for awhile (Romano always was so passionate about everything, particularly when it came to Spain and his passion for Romano), the banging and shouting in the kitchen seemed to have quieted. Veneziano suspected that Spain was giving Romano a much needed cheer-up charm, weaving him under the same spell that held Veneziano and his dear Germany so wonderfully entranced on the couch.
Veneziano smiled and hummed approvingly into the warm curve of Germany's throat as a tentative hand came to rest over the fold of his knee, large and commanding, but also kind, pressing in affection with each finger tip. He could feel the nervous racing of Germany's pulse under his lips, and certainly something so wonderful and sweet, so revealing of the wealth of feeling that Germany tried to keep hidden from Veneziano's wanting eyes, was deserving of at least four kisses.
One kiss to the heat of a cheek, lips brushing over the roughness that tomorrow would be shaved away. One kiss to the vulnerable, secret skin of a brow. One kiss to the slope of a jaw that he so frequently made clench.
And one kiss, the most important, important like pasta and walks in the rain, and Titian after dark...one kiss to lips that parted sweetly for him, welcoming his gift with a sudden gusting sigh that Veneziano committed to memory, for all that it sounded nothing like his great Germany's usual shouts.
He felt Germany shiver once beneath the light touch of fingers over the chest that held the rapidly beating heart he so loved.
"Ve, Germany, are you cold?" Veneziano murmured, letting his question play out over Germany's lips, smiling when Germany nodded and let his eyes fall shut once again, though his lips stayed perfectly open.
"Hmmm, well then I shall keep you warm."
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You're amazing.
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And it's so like him to bring mistletoe along. ♥
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