Challenge 5: Love/Hate [Three Drabbles]
Title: Red and White
Characters: Fem!Japan, Greece
Challenge: 5: Love/Hate
Bonus Words: dark, sweet, hard, soft
Rating: G
If you asked Kiku Honda how she felt about Heracles Karpusi, she would probably respond with a vague answer, specifically designed to steer you away from the question, most likely do direct you to another, slightly more innocuous, subject.
Because, really, Kiku was head over heels for the boy she sat next to in five classes. Including the one she took just because he was in it, Latin was hard, and she could honestly care less about it. But having Heracles next to her, with his soft voice and his mannerisms and Kiku could just melt, made it worth it.
If you asked Kiku Honda why she was so hopelessly in love, she would probably give you a noncommittal shrug, because she really had no idea. And Kiku, being a rational, logical sort of person, hated not knowing the reason behind anything.
If, not too long ago, you had asked Kiku Honda if she was with Heracles Karpusi, she probably would have told you to shut up in the politest way possible. Mostly because she wished it were true.
If you asked Kiku Honda how she had felt last White Day, when she had opened her locker to find a box of chocolates (dark, her favorite, how had he known) in her locker, with his name on the card, she would probably forgo answering altogether. Because Kiku, being Kiku, hadn't spoken to Heracles for a month after giving him a gift on Valentines Day, and and he was just the sweetest thing, using a tradition from her country.
If she were to respond, her answer would probably be somewhere along the lines of ecstatic.
If you asked Kiku Honda what happened after, she wouldn't say a word.
But her smile might give her away.
Title: Say It
Characters: Spain, S. Italy
Challenge: 5: Love/Hate
Bonus Words: light, dark, soft, hard
Rating: PG
Sometimes, Romano thinks that Spain says it far too much.
Sometimes, Spain thinks that Romano doesn't say it nearly enough.
It's hard for Romano to say it. When he does, which happens sparingly, it's when the two are alone and quiet, where the light of day can't reach them and only Spain can hear the softly spoken words. Romano has always been of the opinion that if you mean it, it doesn't have to be said so often, that if Spain knows then he shouldn't have to be reminded.
Spain says it every chance he gets, and then some. He'll say it in private, in public, in front of anyone and everyone. He'll say it at the most ridiculously random moments, without any prompting whatsoever, and he always says it with that smile, the one that just makes Romano want to melt sometimes, even if he'll never admit it.
Every time Spain says it, every time he shouts it, every time he whispers it against Romano's hair, mouth, clothes, skin, he means it. He really does.
Every time Romano says it, every time he murmurs it against Spain's chest in the dark, as soon as he's sure the other is sleeping, he means it.
And every time, they both know that it's true.
Title: In Which Romano is Jealous of a Turtle
Characters: S. Italy, Spain, a turtle
Challenge: 5: Love/Hate
Bonus Words: light, dark, soft
Rating: PG-13
Romano glared at the turtle.
The turtle glared back.
Well, it probably didn't. But it sure as hell seemed like it, with those dark, beady little turtle eyes. Stupid fucking turtle, just sitting there on Spain's desk, trying to look all innocent. It wasn't fooling anyone. That demon turtle was stealing all of Spain's attention.
"I hate you."
"............"
"Don't ignore me, you turtle bastard!"
"............"
"...Fuck you."
"Oye, Roma!"
Romano shot a final glare at the turtle before turning to Spain, who was bounding down the stairs, wearing an apron and covered in flour. He stopped at the end, smiling brightly, then looked beyond Romano's shoulder.
"Lovinito, what are you doing?"
"Sitting here with your stupid turtle, what does it look like?"
"Hm? Oh, not you, Roma!"
Romano was silent for a minute, deciding how to process this information.
"...you named a turtle after me."
"¡Sí!"
"You named a turtle after me."
"And isn't he cute?"
Spain bounded over to Romano and picked up the turtle, scratching its shell softly with a finger, and no, Romano was not jealous of that damn turtle.
Spain seemed to catch Romano's expression, and of course he only did that when Romano didn't want him to. His face spread into a grin.
"Aw, is Roma jealous?"
"Why the fuck would I be jealous?"
Spain put the turtle back down on his desk and embraced Romano from behind.
"Gah, bastard, you're getting flour all over me!"
"Lovi, you're so cute!"
"I'm not cute, dammit!"
"You are~!"
"Go fuck yourself, Spain."
"I'd much rather-"
"Don't. Even. Say it."
Spain just laughed lightly and pressed a kiss to Romano's temple, grabbing his hand.
"Come on, you can help me finish the churros!"
(Romano - 1, Turtle - 0.)
Okay. I'm done writing for just about ever. If this team still loses, I will cry.
Characters: Fem!Japan, Greece
Challenge: 5: Love/Hate
Bonus Words: dark, sweet, hard, soft
Rating: G
If you asked Kiku Honda how she felt about Heracles Karpusi, she would probably respond with a vague answer, specifically designed to steer you away from the question, most likely do direct you to another, slightly more innocuous, subject.
Because, really, Kiku was head over heels for the boy she sat next to in five classes. Including the one she took just because he was in it, Latin was hard, and she could honestly care less about it. But having Heracles next to her, with his soft voice and his mannerisms and Kiku could just melt, made it worth it.
If you asked Kiku Honda why she was so hopelessly in love, she would probably give you a noncommittal shrug, because she really had no idea. And Kiku, being a rational, logical sort of person, hated not knowing the reason behind anything.
If, not too long ago, you had asked Kiku Honda if she was with Heracles Karpusi, she probably would have told you to shut up in the politest way possible. Mostly because she wished it were true.
If you asked Kiku Honda how she had felt last White Day, when she had opened her locker to find a box of chocolates (dark, her favorite, how had he known) in her locker, with his name on the card, she would probably forgo answering altogether. Because Kiku, being Kiku, hadn't spoken to Heracles for a month after giving him a gift on Valentines Day, and and he was just the sweetest thing, using a tradition from her country.
If she were to respond, her answer would probably be somewhere along the lines of ecstatic.
If you asked Kiku Honda what happened after, she wouldn't say a word.
But her smile might give her away.
Title: Say It
Characters: Spain, S. Italy
Challenge: 5: Love/Hate
Bonus Words: light, dark, soft, hard
Rating: PG
Sometimes, Romano thinks that Spain says it far too much.
Sometimes, Spain thinks that Romano doesn't say it nearly enough.
It's hard for Romano to say it. When he does, which happens sparingly, it's when the two are alone and quiet, where the light of day can't reach them and only Spain can hear the softly spoken words. Romano has always been of the opinion that if you mean it, it doesn't have to be said so often, that if Spain knows then he shouldn't have to be reminded.
Spain says it every chance he gets, and then some. He'll say it in private, in public, in front of anyone and everyone. He'll say it at the most ridiculously random moments, without any prompting whatsoever, and he always says it with that smile, the one that just makes Romano want to melt sometimes, even if he'll never admit it.
Every time Spain says it, every time he shouts it, every time he whispers it against Romano's hair, mouth, clothes, skin, he means it. He really does.
Every time Romano says it, every time he murmurs it against Spain's chest in the dark, as soon as he's sure the other is sleeping, he means it.
And every time, they both know that it's true.
Title: In Which Romano is Jealous of a Turtle
Characters: S. Italy, Spain, a turtle
Challenge: 5: Love/Hate
Bonus Words: light, dark, soft
Rating: PG-13
Romano glared at the turtle.
The turtle glared back.
Well, it probably didn't. But it sure as hell seemed like it, with those dark, beady little turtle eyes. Stupid fucking turtle, just sitting there on Spain's desk, trying to look all innocent. It wasn't fooling anyone. That demon turtle was stealing all of Spain's attention.
"I hate you."
"............"
"Don't ignore me, you turtle bastard!"
"............"
"...Fuck you."
"Oye, Roma!"
Romano shot a final glare at the turtle before turning to Spain, who was bounding down the stairs, wearing an apron and covered in flour. He stopped at the end, smiling brightly, then looked beyond Romano's shoulder.
"Lovinito, what are you doing?"
"Sitting here with your stupid turtle, what does it look like?"
"Hm? Oh, not you, Roma!"
Romano was silent for a minute, deciding how to process this information.
"...you named a turtle after me."
"¡Sí!"
"You named a turtle after me."
"And isn't he cute?"
Spain bounded over to Romano and picked up the turtle, scratching its shell softly with a finger, and no, Romano was not jealous of that damn turtle.
Spain seemed to catch Romano's expression, and of course he only did that when Romano didn't want him to. His face spread into a grin.
"Aw, is Roma jealous?"
"Why the fuck would I be jealous?"
Spain put the turtle back down on his desk and embraced Romano from behind.
"Gah, bastard, you're getting flour all over me!"
"Lovi, you're so cute!"
"I'm not cute, dammit!"
"You are~!"
"Go fuck yourself, Spain."
"I'd much rather-"
"Don't. Even. Say it."
Spain just laughed lightly and pressed a kiss to Romano's temple, grabbing his hand.
"Come on, you can help me finish the churros!"
(Romano - 1, Turtle - 0.)
Okay. I'm done writing for just about ever. If this team still loses, I will cry.