[Hetalia] "Autumn Nights"
TITLE: "Autumn Nights"
AUTHOR: shuriken7
FANDOM: Hetalia
PAIRING: America (Alfred F. Jones)/Japan (Kiku Honda)
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: 9 - Comfort @ 20_est_relships; Writer's Choice: Days, Deserted, Earth, South, Journey @ drabble123
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
SUMMARY: America and Japan spend a night under the move admiring the autumn leaves.
WARNINGS: 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.
Days
America smiled as he wrapped an arm around Japan’s shoulders as they walked through the garden where the leaves were changing their colors. Japan’s expression changed slightly as he wrapped an arm around the other and America knew he was happy too. So many things had happened between them over the years America wasn’t even sure where he’d start their story anymore, it had taken years to get here. He shook his head and decided to just enjoy the slightly windy day with the one he loved. He was comfortable with just watching the leaves drift under the harvest moon.
Deserted
Japan stared out at the garden as he sat with America after their walk. The grounds were deserted and it was just him and the other nation beneath the harvest moon. Even his small dog was nowhere to be seen. The evening was windy and the leaves rattled a bit on the branches. Other than that there was no sound except for America’s breathing and his own, it was comfortable and he leaned to rest his head on the taller man’s shoulder. He was content to share the evening with him, feeling safe in his arms, cheek warm against him.
Earth
America could sense that Japan had a point, perhaps the earth did have spirits that spoke. Some of his people believed that as well. He could feel how they spoke in the colors of the autumn leaves, through the gurgle of the stream, in the orange of the harvest moon. It was comforting to know that in some ways they were alike. He glanced over at the Asian nation, eyes widening that he saw he was staring back. He sank into those dark eyes and a smile came to his face. He leaned silently towards him for a soft kiss.
South
Japan loved kissing America, anywhere, including here beneath the fall colors. It was always full of the exuberance that America had in spades, it always felt like it took 1000 years off his age. The kiss was wild and free from America’s side and quiet and restrained from Japan’s, not unlike their lands. Japan could still taste the apple cider on his tongue, a drink America had insisted he try, and he felt that he liked it more mixed with the America’s taste. He could sense his thoughts heading south and hoped his lover would go along with his plans.
Journey
America nuzzled into Japan’s neck before leaving his sleeping partner to get up and close the sliding door closed to guard against the windy, autumn night. He returned quickly and wrapped himself around the smaller man, completely comfortable in his presence. He wanted to enjoy himself for as long as possible before he had to journey home across the large expanse of ocean. He would brush his fingers over scars older than he was and scars that he had put there. He would listen to his quiet breathing and be comforted by the fact that dawn was still hours away.
AUTHOR: shuriken7
FANDOM: Hetalia
PAIRING: America (Alfred F. Jones)/Japan (Kiku Honda)
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: 9 - Comfort @ 20_est_relships; Writer's Choice: Days, Deserted, Earth, South, Journey @ drabble123
RATING: PG
WORD COUNT: 500
SUMMARY: America and Japan spend a night under the move admiring the autumn leaves.
WARNINGS: 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.
Days
America smiled as he wrapped an arm around Japan’s shoulders as they walked through the garden where the leaves were changing their colors. Japan’s expression changed slightly as he wrapped an arm around the other and America knew he was happy too. So many things had happened between them over the years America wasn’t even sure where he’d start their story anymore, it had taken years to get here. He shook his head and decided to just enjoy the slightly windy day with the one he loved. He was comfortable with just watching the leaves drift under the harvest moon.
Deserted
Japan stared out at the garden as he sat with America after their walk. The grounds were deserted and it was just him and the other nation beneath the harvest moon. Even his small dog was nowhere to be seen. The evening was windy and the leaves rattled a bit on the branches. Other than that there was no sound except for America’s breathing and his own, it was comfortable and he leaned to rest his head on the taller man’s shoulder. He was content to share the evening with him, feeling safe in his arms, cheek warm against him.
Earth
America could sense that Japan had a point, perhaps the earth did have spirits that spoke. Some of his people believed that as well. He could feel how they spoke in the colors of the autumn leaves, through the gurgle of the stream, in the orange of the harvest moon. It was comforting to know that in some ways they were alike. He glanced over at the Asian nation, eyes widening that he saw he was staring back. He sank into those dark eyes and a smile came to his face. He leaned silently towards him for a soft kiss.
South
Japan loved kissing America, anywhere, including here beneath the fall colors. It was always full of the exuberance that America had in spades, it always felt like it took 1000 years off his age. The kiss was wild and free from America’s side and quiet and restrained from Japan’s, not unlike their lands. Japan could still taste the apple cider on his tongue, a drink America had insisted he try, and he felt that he liked it more mixed with the America’s taste. He could sense his thoughts heading south and hoped his lover would go along with his plans.
Journey
America nuzzled into Japan’s neck before leaving his sleeping partner to get up and close the sliding door closed to guard against the windy, autumn night. He returned quickly and wrapped himself around the smaller man, completely comfortable in his presence. He wanted to enjoy himself for as long as possible before he had to journey home across the large expanse of ocean. He would brush his fingers over scars older than he was and scars that he had put there. He would listen to his quiet breathing and be comforted by the fact that dawn was still hours away.