[Hetalia] "Ghosts and Idiots"
Written for the prompt Supernatural at the usxuk Summer Camp Challenge.
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Title: "Ghosts and Idiots"
Author: shuriken7
Claim: Hetalia: America/England
Table: Emotions @ 10_hurt_comfort, Table 48/4. It was just for fun @ 5_prompts
Word Count: 1,122
Prompt: Distress
Rating: PG
Summary: America gets freaked out by the ghosts at the school's haunted house, Arthur tries to make him feel better. In the same 'verse as Trespass Sweetly Urged, Wish Upon A Star, and Field Trip.
Warnings: Slash. Hetalia deals with the personifications of nation-states. Some of the stories may be historical in nature and others will be examining them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
“Alfred, open up!” Arthur yelled banging on the door, the summer heat he had just come out of making him cranky, well crankier. What was wrong with the idiot? The haunted house activity was supposed to be fun, and Alfred had been all about it yesterday. It should have been a clue that Kiku had gone running for the hills as soon as Alfred signed up for it. In general the two were always working together on projects, and yet Kiku wanted nothing to do with this one. Arthur was feeling a little perplexed by the fact that the self-proclaimed hero was reduced to a nervous wreck by a few fake ghosts. He banged on the door a few more times and then pressed his ear to the wood. The only sound he heard were quiet whimpers.
He jumped back when the door opened, he opened his mouth to say something to the tall, blonde idiot but he was greeted instead by Alfred’s much shorter, dark-haired roommate.
“Hello Arthur.” Kiku said as he walked out into the hallway, pulling the door partway closed.
“Uh... hi Kiku.” Arthur and Kiku got along well, bonding early in their relationship over their love of teas. Even if they could never seem to agree on the merits of black versus green. However, he could never quite read the other boy. The look he was giving him now was as unreadable as ever. “Is Alfred in there?”
Kiku nodded silently and walked away, joining his friends down the hall. Arthur went back to staring at the door that was now partially open. He wondered if perhaps this was Kiku’s way of saying to go in and do something about his roommate. Arthur stood there for several minutes, wondering if he should go in there. The continued presence of the frightened sounds convinced him. He swallowed and pushed at the door, swinging it open. The room was partially dark, the only light creeping through the slits on the blinds. Alfred’s side of the room was easily distinguishable by the superhero posters and the piles of stuff left here and there. It wasn’t that messy but looked downright chaotic next to Kiku’s stuff neatly put away. The door swung shut silently, closing him inside the room. He found Alfred immediately, a big lump under a pile of blankets in the middle of one of the beds. He sat down gently on the edge, not wanting to startle him.
“Alfred.” he said, reaching out tentatively, placing a hand on the lump. It was trembling. “Alfred, are you okay?”
He got a response that was mumbled into the mattress. Arthur made a face, this wasn’t getting anywhere. He tugged at the blankets trying to get his boyfriend out of the blanket cocoon. Alfred just clutched them tighter to himself.
“Alfred, get out of there and speak to me properly!” he huffed. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the blankets to unwind to reveal the other boy. The blankets eventually loosened, but before Arthur could praise the other for growing up, he was being pulled under the blankets too. He soon found himself pressed up against Alfred’s chest. He was glad the darkness of the blankets covered his blush. His heart fluttered, he was under the blankets in his boyfriend’s bed!
“There, now you are safe from the ghosts too.” Alfred whispered to the top of his head.
“What was that all about? It was just a decoration.”
“I don’t like ghosts.” Alfred was snuggling up to him and Arthur put his arms around him, burying his nose in his shirt. He was sure he was grinning like an idiot, being surrounded by all things Alfred... no, he needed to focus. He needed to be serious about this, his boyfriend was in distress! He cleared his throat trying to get his thoughts straight.
“Then why’d you sign up to work the haunted house?” He rubbed his hands up and down the broad back, the other boy still trembling. Alfred snuggled closer to him, his lips now against his hair.
“Heroes don’t back down. Heroes have to face their fears.” He shivered, which was in direct contradiction to the words coming out of his mouth. Arthur held him tighter.
“Why are you frightened of them?”
“It’s a long story... I don’t want to talk about it.” he whispered quietly, so quietly that Arthur probably would not have heard him if his ear was not so close to his mouth.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He snuggled back in closer to him, “Thank you Arthur.”
He was surprised by that response, “Thanks for what?”
“For chasing away the ghosts and being here with me.”
Arthur couldn’t help but smile at that. It made him feel warm on the inside. He had been smiling a lot more ever since he had starting dating the loud-mouth American. “Idiot, you could just keep me around.”
“I was planning on it.”
“Good.” He smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly. It wasn’t long until Alfred was kissing him harder, deepening the kiss, rolling on top of him and pressing him into the mattress. Arthur felt like he was drowning in all of the sensations, the confines of Alfred’s sheets, the strength of Alfred’s arms that surrounded him, the room that smelled like him, the way Alfred’s lips moved on his...
He jumped as soon as he heard the doorknob turn, causing him to fall awkwardly off the bed still tangled in the sheets. He flailed around a bit trying to get loose and he could hear Alfred laughing, despite the embarrassing situation he himself had been caught in.
A soft voice spoke up, “I see you are feeling better Alfred?”
“Yeah, Kiku, Arthur cheered me up!”
“Should I come back later?”
“No!” Arthur cut in as soon as he got his head out of the sheets, “I was just leaving!” He knew his face must be bright red and as he managed to get his limbs free. He stormed out of the room and into his own, grateful his roommate wasn’t in. He saw his face in the mirror, his own embarrassment at his flush making him even redder. He tried to calm himself down, but the memory of his almost make-out was making that extremely difficult.
He jumped when there was a knock on the other side of the door a few minutes later. He found Alfred grinning on the other side and he pressed something against his shirt, it was a Ghostbusters sticker. “Since you were my hero today!”
Arthur couldn’t help himself, he dragged the taller boy into the room, making sure to bolt the door this time.
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Title: "Ghosts and Idiots"
Author: shuriken7
Claim: Hetalia: America/England
Table: Emotions @ 10_hurt_comfort, Table 48/4. It was just for fun @ 5_prompts
Word Count: 1,122
Prompt: Distress
Rating: PG
Summary: America gets freaked out by the ghosts at the school's haunted house, Arthur tries to make him feel better. In the same 'verse as Trespass Sweetly Urged, Wish Upon A Star, and Field Trip.
Warnings: Slash. Hetalia deals with the personifications of nation-states. Some of the stories may be historical in nature and others will be examining them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia
“Alfred, open up!” Arthur yelled banging on the door, the summer heat he had just come out of making him cranky, well crankier. What was wrong with the idiot? The haunted house activity was supposed to be fun, and Alfred had been all about it yesterday. It should have been a clue that Kiku had gone running for the hills as soon as Alfred signed up for it. In general the two were always working together on projects, and yet Kiku wanted nothing to do with this one. Arthur was feeling a little perplexed by the fact that the self-proclaimed hero was reduced to a nervous wreck by a few fake ghosts. He banged on the door a few more times and then pressed his ear to the wood. The only sound he heard were quiet whimpers.
He jumped back when the door opened, he opened his mouth to say something to the tall, blonde idiot but he was greeted instead by Alfred’s much shorter, dark-haired roommate.
“Hello Arthur.” Kiku said as he walked out into the hallway, pulling the door partway closed.
“Uh... hi Kiku.” Arthur and Kiku got along well, bonding early in their relationship over their love of teas. Even if they could never seem to agree on the merits of black versus green. However, he could never quite read the other boy. The look he was giving him now was as unreadable as ever. “Is Alfred in there?”
Kiku nodded silently and walked away, joining his friends down the hall. Arthur went back to staring at the door that was now partially open. He wondered if perhaps this was Kiku’s way of saying to go in and do something about his roommate. Arthur stood there for several minutes, wondering if he should go in there. The continued presence of the frightened sounds convinced him. He swallowed and pushed at the door, swinging it open. The room was partially dark, the only light creeping through the slits on the blinds. Alfred’s side of the room was easily distinguishable by the superhero posters and the piles of stuff left here and there. It wasn’t that messy but looked downright chaotic next to Kiku’s stuff neatly put away. The door swung shut silently, closing him inside the room. He found Alfred immediately, a big lump under a pile of blankets in the middle of one of the beds. He sat down gently on the edge, not wanting to startle him.
“Alfred.” he said, reaching out tentatively, placing a hand on the lump. It was trembling. “Alfred, are you okay?”
He got a response that was mumbled into the mattress. Arthur made a face, this wasn’t getting anywhere. He tugged at the blankets trying to get his boyfriend out of the blanket cocoon. Alfred just clutched them tighter to himself.
“Alfred, get out of there and speak to me properly!” he huffed. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the blankets to unwind to reveal the other boy. The blankets eventually loosened, but before Arthur could praise the other for growing up, he was being pulled under the blankets too. He soon found himself pressed up against Alfred’s chest. He was glad the darkness of the blankets covered his blush. His heart fluttered, he was under the blankets in his boyfriend’s bed!
“There, now you are safe from the ghosts too.” Alfred whispered to the top of his head.
“What was that all about? It was just a decoration.”
“I don’t like ghosts.” Alfred was snuggling up to him and Arthur put his arms around him, burying his nose in his shirt. He was sure he was grinning like an idiot, being surrounded by all things Alfred... no, he needed to focus. He needed to be serious about this, his boyfriend was in distress! He cleared his throat trying to get his thoughts straight.
“Then why’d you sign up to work the haunted house?” He rubbed his hands up and down the broad back, the other boy still trembling. Alfred snuggled closer to him, his lips now against his hair.
“Heroes don’t back down. Heroes have to face their fears.” He shivered, which was in direct contradiction to the words coming out of his mouth. Arthur held him tighter.
“Why are you frightened of them?”
“It’s a long story... I don’t want to talk about it.” he whispered quietly, so quietly that Arthur probably would not have heard him if his ear was not so close to his mouth.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
He snuggled back in closer to him, “Thank you Arthur.”
He was surprised by that response, “Thanks for what?”
“For chasing away the ghosts and being here with me.”
Arthur couldn’t help but smile at that. It made him feel warm on the inside. He had been smiling a lot more ever since he had starting dating the loud-mouth American. “Idiot, you could just keep me around.”
“I was planning on it.”
“Good.” He smiled and leaned up to kiss him softly. It wasn’t long until Alfred was kissing him harder, deepening the kiss, rolling on top of him and pressing him into the mattress. Arthur felt like he was drowning in all of the sensations, the confines of Alfred’s sheets, the strength of Alfred’s arms that surrounded him, the room that smelled like him, the way Alfred’s lips moved on his...
He jumped as soon as he heard the doorknob turn, causing him to fall awkwardly off the bed still tangled in the sheets. He flailed around a bit trying to get loose and he could hear Alfred laughing, despite the embarrassing situation he himself had been caught in.
A soft voice spoke up, “I see you are feeling better Alfred?”
“Yeah, Kiku, Arthur cheered me up!”
“Should I come back later?”
“No!” Arthur cut in as soon as he got his head out of the sheets, “I was just leaving!” He knew his face must be bright red and as he managed to get his limbs free. He stormed out of the room and into his own, grateful his roommate wasn’t in. He saw his face in the mirror, his own embarrassment at his flush making him even redder. He tried to calm himself down, but the memory of his almost make-out was making that extremely difficult.
He jumped when there was a knock on the other side of the door a few minutes later. He found Alfred grinning on the other side and he pressed something against his shirt, it was a Ghostbusters sticker. “Since you were my hero today!”
Arthur couldn’t help himself, he dragged the taller boy into the room, making sure to bolt the door this time.