[Hetalia] "Tattoo"
Title: "Tattoo"
Author: shuriken7
Claim: America/England
Prompt: 38. Tattoo @ 50ficlets
Fandom: Hetalia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: America jokes about getting acquainted with England's tattoo.
General Warning: Hetalia deals with personifications of nation-states. Some stories may be historical while others may be examining them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
America sighed happily as he sat on the edge of the lakeshore, enjoying the sun as it soaked into his kin, the cool breeze off the mountains blowing over him. He could still hear England fussing back on the porch of the lakehouse, commenting about how this was not his idea of going to a beach. He grumbled something else about thinking that America was taking him somewhere warm at least. America smiled, and leaned up off his lounge chair to look over the back.
“Are you coming down here or not old man?” England paused and pulled the sun hat he had put on over his head, trying to hide the angry flush across his cheeks.
“America, you call me old one more time and I swear I will throttle you.” he groused as he sat down on the lounge adjacent to America’s. He squeezed out some sunscreen into his hand and began rubbing it on his skin.
America grinned at him, “Yeah I’m sure you’d love throttling me, then maybe I’d get another good look at your tattoo!”
England paused in his motion, looking over at the other and then looking away back to the task of rubbing copious amounts of sunscreen into his skin, “I wish you wouldn’t mention that.”
“Awww... I think it’s super cool, and I don’t get why you are so embarrassed about it.” England looked sideways at him again.
“It was from a rather rebellious time in my life.”
“And you think that your history bothers me?”
“You don’t know everything about me.”
“I can pick up a history book just as easily as any human. And what makes you think you know everything about me?”
“I’ve kept a close eye on you over the years... and... not everything makes it into history books.”
“You are such a creepy stalker.” America laughed, “You know what, it’s cool.”
“That I stalk you?” England clapped a hand over his mouth as soon as he realized what he admitted to. America laughed harder.
“No, that I don’t know everything about you. That means I get to learn things about you. And you know... I was pretty happy the way I found out about that tattoo...” It was America’s turn to blush. England looked over at him, a smirk growing across his face, remembering those events.
“Were you now?” He put the cap back on the sunscreen bottle and scooted off his lounge and onto America’s. America nodded. England climbed over him and wrapped his arms around him, snuggling against the larger nation’s chest. America pulled the hat off England’s head before wrapping his arms around him in return. His hands may have wandered a bit. England twisted around, “Hey! Are you looking at my tattoo right now?”
“Maybe?” stated America in his most innocent voice. England smacked him on the chest and America grinned.
“Idiot.”
“But you do love me?”
“Yes.” he said, sounding almost begrudging, but pulled a still grinning America into a kiss anyway.
Author: shuriken7
Claim: America/England
Prompt: 38. Tattoo @ 50ficlets
Fandom: Hetalia
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: America jokes about getting acquainted with England's tattoo.
General Warning: Hetalia deals with personifications of nation-states. Some stories may be historical while others may be examining them as just people.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
America sighed happily as he sat on the edge of the lakeshore, enjoying the sun as it soaked into his kin, the cool breeze off the mountains blowing over him. He could still hear England fussing back on the porch of the lakehouse, commenting about how this was not his idea of going to a beach. He grumbled something else about thinking that America was taking him somewhere warm at least. America smiled, and leaned up off his lounge chair to look over the back.
“Are you coming down here or not old man?” England paused and pulled the sun hat he had put on over his head, trying to hide the angry flush across his cheeks.
“America, you call me old one more time and I swear I will throttle you.” he groused as he sat down on the lounge adjacent to America’s. He squeezed out some sunscreen into his hand and began rubbing it on his skin.
America grinned at him, “Yeah I’m sure you’d love throttling me, then maybe I’d get another good look at your tattoo!”
England paused in his motion, looking over at the other and then looking away back to the task of rubbing copious amounts of sunscreen into his skin, “I wish you wouldn’t mention that.”
“Awww... I think it’s super cool, and I don’t get why you are so embarrassed about it.” England looked sideways at him again.
“It was from a rather rebellious time in my life.”
“And you think that your history bothers me?”
“You don’t know everything about me.”
“I can pick up a history book just as easily as any human. And what makes you think you know everything about me?”
“I’ve kept a close eye on you over the years... and... not everything makes it into history books.”
“You are such a creepy stalker.” America laughed, “You know what, it’s cool.”
“That I stalk you?” England clapped a hand over his mouth as soon as he realized what he admitted to. America laughed harder.
“No, that I don’t know everything about you. That means I get to learn things about you. And you know... I was pretty happy the way I found out about that tattoo...” It was America’s turn to blush. England looked over at him, a smirk growing across his face, remembering those events.
“Were you now?” He put the cap back on the sunscreen bottle and scooted off his lounge and onto America’s. America nodded. England climbed over him and wrapped his arms around him, snuggling against the larger nation’s chest. America pulled the hat off England’s head before wrapping his arms around him in return. His hands may have wandered a bit. England twisted around, “Hey! Are you looking at my tattoo right now?”
“Maybe?” stated America in his most innocent voice. England smacked him on the chest and America grinned.
“Idiot.”
“But you do love me?”
“Yes.” he said, sounding almost begrudging, but pulled a still grinning America into a kiss anyway.