2 Left Feet, 1 More Dance (6 of 6)
anonymous
March 28 2009, 06:42:45 UTC
Bright daylight streamed through a crack in the drapes of the fancy resort room, striking the face of the blond man in the large bed and ushering him into consciousness.
“Unggh…” Canada moaned pitifully into the soft pillow. His head was killing him! What a hangover - it reminded him of the time America had slapped that damnable flag on his forehead. The nation shut his eyes, but the sun still persisted. Moaning softly, the blond gingerly sat up, rubbing at one eye.
The light sheet that had been covering him pooled at his waist, and Canada flushed as he realized he was bare-chested. Even so, it seemed he had managed to acquire a few new accessories anyway. The blond blushed heavily when he noticed a few love bites on his pale chest and stomach.
Canada lifted sheet up and - yup… bare there as well. Love marks too.
Dropping the sheet, Canada found his glasses on the nightstand and slipped them on.
A bucket filled with ice sat next to the bed with a couple small tubs of his favourite type of ice-cream in it. He couldn’t help the cough of embarrassment when he realized some were empty. Grabbing one up, Canada lay back down in the bed, wriggling slightly, and rested the tub on his forehead. He sighed in bliss…
A few minutes later, the door handle to the suite rattled and Canada quickly straightened up in bed to see Cuba walk in through shuttered doors from the outside terrace. The other nation’s shirt was nonchalantly hanging open, and his hands were casually stuff into his pockets. Canada’s blush returned full force when he noticed he had left his own share of love marks on that smooth dark skin.
The island nation stopped abruptly and stood still in the middle of the room when he saw Canada was awake.
“Uh… so.” Cuba coughed with a slight blush, and then paused to scratch at the back of his neck in awkwardness. “I guess you’ll want to… do diplomatic stuff ‘n all…” The other nation trailed off, unsure if Canada really had ended up regretting anything on his vacation.
OP WANTS TO MARRY YOU!!!
anonymous
March 28 2009, 09:11:19 UTC
THIS WAS ONE OF THE BEST FICS I'VE READ SINCE THE HISTORY OF EVER!!!! AKLFJASORNG *hugs tightly*
Oh writer!anon--this was waaaaay more than what I expected, so much more~! Cuba being manly and awkward, Canada being huge dork, the dancing part--everything. And don't worry anon, this fandom has made me like sappy things as well~ Oh man I just cannot tell you how happy you've made me~!
The dancing scene sort of reminds me of an art fill I did for the meme--it was wonderful because your writing went along perfectly with it~<3<3
Oh man, I hope I didn't freak you out or anything and if i ever discover who you are--I'm stalking you forever~!
Re: OP WANTS TO MARRY YOU!!!
anonymous
March 28 2009, 16:06:05 UTC
Writer!Anon here.. OMFG... I WAS THE OP ON THAT ART FILL. I freaking stared at that gorgeous art to finish this XD!! I'm glad I didn't completely fail!! I wish I knew who you were too, lmao
“Unggh…” Canada moaned pitifully into the soft pillow. His head was killing him! What a hangover - it reminded him of the time America had slapped that damnable flag on his forehead. The nation shut his eyes, but the sun still persisted. Moaning softly, the blond gingerly sat up, rubbing at one eye.
The light sheet that had been covering him pooled at his waist, and Canada flushed as he realized he was bare-chested. Even so, it seemed he had managed to acquire a few new accessories anyway. The blond blushed heavily when he noticed a few love bites on his pale chest and stomach.
Canada lifted sheet up and - yup… bare there as well. Love marks too.
Dropping the sheet, Canada found his glasses on the nightstand and slipped them on.
A bucket filled with ice sat next to the bed with a couple small tubs of his favourite type of ice-cream in it. He couldn’t help the cough of embarrassment when he realized some were empty. Grabbing one up, Canada lay back down in the bed, wriggling slightly, and rested the tub on his forehead. He sighed in bliss…
A few minutes later, the door handle to the suite rattled and Canada quickly straightened up in bed to see Cuba walk in through shuttered doors from the outside terrace. The other nation’s shirt was nonchalantly hanging open, and his hands were casually stuff into his pockets. Canada’s blush returned full force when he noticed he had left his own share of love marks on that smooth dark skin.
The island nation stopped abruptly and stood still in the middle of the room when he saw Canada was awake.
“Uh… so.” Cuba coughed with a slight blush, and then paused to scratch at the back of his neck in awkwardness. “I guess you’ll want to… do diplomatic stuff ‘n all…” The other nation trailed off, unsure if Canada really had ended up regretting anything on his vacation.
“Are you kidding?” Canada smiled broadly.
“You still have to teach me the Rumba.”
*End*
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*hugs tightly*
Oh writer!anon--this was waaaaay more than what I expected, so much more~! Cuba being manly and awkward, Canada being huge dork, the dancing part--everything. And don't worry anon, this fandom has made me like sappy things as well~ Oh man I just cannot tell you how happy you've made me~!
The dancing scene sort of reminds me of an art fill I did for the meme--it was wonderful because your writing went along perfectly with it~<3<3
Oh man, I hope I didn't freak you out or anything and if i ever discover who you are--I'm stalking you forever~!
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Thank you anon <333
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Your Cuba was fantastic! Canada is so wonderfully dorky and in-character! Ice cream~ Great fill anon ♥
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omg canada is such a dork god god
i love this pairing andnnnhh...so cute.
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