ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

Comments

axis powers hetalia -> ⌈16.⌋ distort.

[rawri]

It was so soft! So warm! So portable!

He'd watched, oh yes, he'd watched before approaching, and when he did approach, there had only been big black eyes staring up at him around a mound of fur. No fear. No disdain. No rebellion.

One gentle pat between the ears, and no flay of aggression.

Two skritches under the chin got the bear to sit, but still no anger.

Three strokes along the spine found him crouching down, the animal sprawling a bit with a loud murmur. (He'd hesitated, then, paused and made sure that things were alright, but they were!)

So he'd continued.

A dozen of each of those motions later, and the world was at peace, despite the blizzard outside and ice crawling under the door, shadows tearing apart his house from festering too long under the moldy, peeling paint that Toris had said he'd cleaned but obviously hadn't because Russia knew that

hugging it made it even better, the frostbite finally edging fully off his nose when he pulled it up to his face, buried in a warm white instead of a cold one. And things were still alright, even though there was a bit of pressure on his arms to get him to let go.

Or to hug tighter?

Ah! What a good bear, telling him what to do to make them both more comfortable-- but when he tightened his hold, there was a displeased rrrowr, followed by swipes at his arms that were most definitely not helpful. In fact, they almost hurt.

His hopes plummeted, though he kept up a smile. Perhaps the bear was confused at the small change.

So he closed his arms tighter.

A fiercer rrowr that sounded more like a raaaggr!, more squabbling against his arms (which were perfectly made to keep people in), some sort of stuttering noise, and then no struggle once more. See, it had worked. Now the bear was back to being the most perfect comforter, without a single hate against him.

He'd grow disappointed, later on, when the bear went cold, but the fur was forever warm.