[Hetalia] "I Missed You"
Title: "I Missed You"
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: America/Canada
Prompt: 61. Naked @ hentai_contest, 50. Writer's Choice: Hero @ fanfic50
Word Count: 544
Rating: PG-13
Summary: WWI. America finally arrives on the battlefield. Canada realizes how much he was missing being beside him...
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia...
Canada wasn't entirely sure how it had gotten this bad. He had seen it mirrored in America's eyes when he walked into the room, bright and cheery, not yet exhausted from the challenges of war. He sat quietly beside Australia as he watched America sit down at the table to discuss war tactics. His hands balled in the fabric of his jacket, hoping that he was reading too much into the way that America spoke with England or with France. Years had passed since he had left for war, America stubbornly staying behind, saying he wasn't getting involved in one of Europe's messes. Canada knew though, part of America was worried for him and worried for the others. Canada had written to him, but hadn't gotten a word in response. The person who had been living and breathing right next to him for his entire life, the person he loved, ate at him like a gaping wound when he had left to fight. He ignored Australia's knowing look, considered kicking his little brother in the shin, but couldn't get up the will to actually do it. He walked out with the rest, his heart pounding when America's eyes met his over England's shoulder.
He paced his quarters, back and forth, working up the courage to go over to America's and say something to him. Or kiss him. Or just hold him. Or something. Every time he made a move for the door he stopped and went back to pacing. "That's it!" he told himself, "I'm going to do it!" As he threw open the flap to walk out he ran smack dab into someone else. He looked up and America blinked at him.
"You're gonna do what?" he asked. Canada was speechless, all kinds of words flew through his head and he opened his mouth to say them. His body had different plans. His hands grabbed at America's uniform and dragged him inside, his mouth finding his neighbors like it had so many times before. America kissed him back, his arms coming around to hold him. Canada reached for the buttons of America's clothes, wanting to feel the skin he hadn't seen or touched for years. America seemed just as eager and soon they were pressed together on the small cot, trying to keep quiet lest someone come to investigate what the noise was. It was hot there, with their naked bodies pressed together, but Canada didn't care. They were together now.
He pressed his face into the crook of America's neck, as their bodies moved. He wanted to smell him and taste him, feel every inch of their history between them. As they lay together after, America teased, "You're never the eager one."
"Shut up. You're the one who took so long to get here." He put his fingers over America's lips when he opened his mouth to retort. "I know, I know you had reasons, but I still..."
"You missed me?" Canada could feel America's smile on the top of his head.
"It feels like something is missing when you aren't around."
"Yeah, same. But I'm going to make this end, then we can go home."
Canada chuckled, "You're going to be our hero?"
"I like the sound of that."
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters: America/Canada
Prompt: 61. Naked @ hentai_contest, 50. Writer's Choice: Hero @ fanfic50
Word Count: 544
Rating: PG-13
Summary: WWI. America finally arrives on the battlefield. Canada realizes how much he was missing being beside him...
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia...
Canada wasn't entirely sure how it had gotten this bad. He had seen it mirrored in America's eyes when he walked into the room, bright and cheery, not yet exhausted from the challenges of war. He sat quietly beside Australia as he watched America sit down at the table to discuss war tactics. His hands balled in the fabric of his jacket, hoping that he was reading too much into the way that America spoke with England or with France. Years had passed since he had left for war, America stubbornly staying behind, saying he wasn't getting involved in one of Europe's messes. Canada knew though, part of America was worried for him and worried for the others. Canada had written to him, but hadn't gotten a word in response. The person who had been living and breathing right next to him for his entire life, the person he loved, ate at him like a gaping wound when he had left to fight. He ignored Australia's knowing look, considered kicking his little brother in the shin, but couldn't get up the will to actually do it. He walked out with the rest, his heart pounding when America's eyes met his over England's shoulder.
He paced his quarters, back and forth, working up the courage to go over to America's and say something to him. Or kiss him. Or just hold him. Or something. Every time he made a move for the door he stopped and went back to pacing. "That's it!" he told himself, "I'm going to do it!" As he threw open the flap to walk out he ran smack dab into someone else. He looked up and America blinked at him.
"You're gonna do what?" he asked. Canada was speechless, all kinds of words flew through his head and he opened his mouth to say them. His body had different plans. His hands grabbed at America's uniform and dragged him inside, his mouth finding his neighbors like it had so many times before. America kissed him back, his arms coming around to hold him. Canada reached for the buttons of America's clothes, wanting to feel the skin he hadn't seen or touched for years. America seemed just as eager and soon they were pressed together on the small cot, trying to keep quiet lest someone come to investigate what the noise was. It was hot there, with their naked bodies pressed together, but Canada didn't care. They were together now.
He pressed his face into the crook of America's neck, as their bodies moved. He wanted to smell him and taste him, feel every inch of their history between them. As they lay together after, America teased, "You're never the eager one."
"Shut up. You're the one who took so long to get here." He put his fingers over America's lips when he opened his mouth to retort. "I know, I know you had reasons, but I still..."
"You missed me?" Canada could feel America's smile on the top of his head.
"It feels like something is missing when you aren't around."
"Yeah, same. But I'm going to make this end, then we can go home."
Canada chuckled, "You're going to be our hero?"
"I like the sound of that."