[Title: Moments
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: see pairings
Pairings: Liechtenstein/Ukraine/Latvia, Denmark/Norway, Denmark/Sweden, Sweden/Norway, Finland/Sweden
Rating: G and PG
A/N: A song meme, all drabbles are inspired by a song and were written in about the timespan that the song allowed.]
[Notes: G
Song: Vi är dom tuffaste by Nanne Grönvall
Liechtenstein/Ukraine/Latvia]
They looked at each other. And then back and the device before them. And then back each other.
They had gone about this multiple times, and now were quite sure, that yes, they could do this.
"W-we can do it." Ukraine smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on her lover's cheek, lovingly and chaste, which made the blush of embarrassment on the younger boy's face darken but change into one of happiness and excitement, though the nervousness was still clear.
"Yes." Liechtenstein nodded and smiled. "We can. We... It will be all right."
They all stared back at the telephone. Yes, they had to to do this. They could do it.
But still, calling Switzerland to tell him that his sister was in a relationship and had not only one, but two lovers, one of them the chaperone that the man had chosen when Latvia and Liechtenstein had started to become friends?
No task that anyone wanted to have to do.
[Notes: PG for mentioned massive character death by global warming.
Song: Forever Young by Youth Group
Denmark/Norway]
They walked along the shoreline of their beloved sea, holding hands. Denmark laughing and chattering on, talking about something that he would have forgotten come morning. Norway just listened, face remaining impassive, cold and off-putting to the world - the world except for Denmark. Denmark who had known the other nation longer than anyone else, even Sweden, because it had been him who introduced his friends.
Denmark who had loved the younger male for longer than some nations had been around.
Denmark who had never, ever forgotten about him, not in years and years that they had been separated. That Sweden, circumstances, that bastard Germany and then his own attitude and feelings had kept them apart.
Until it was too late.
Norway raised his head to look up as he heard a voice. Sweden, coming to check on him, like every Tuesday, Finland, too-quiet Finland, besides him. The younger Nordic had lost a lot of cheer when his son had died, when Åland had died.
When Denmark had died.
Norway looked out at the sea. The sea who he loathed now, the sea who had taken so much from all of them.
[Notes: PG for mentions of alcohol abuse, set during the War of Liberation
Song: Wake me up when September ends by Green Day
Denmark/Sweden]
He wakes up at dawn, groaning and trying to get the warmth of his blanket back - until he realized that there is no blanket, and no bed, and... and nothing, actually. He apparently fell asleep in some corner of a backstreet, and when he gets up and stumbles towards ...somewhere, into the direction that home might be, he realizes why. His head hurts, worse than it should. He had probably too much alcohol cursing through his veins to kill ten normal men.
It's too early for most people to be out, and he is grateful for that. The looks that the maids that hurry by to get to the marketplace and the few other people in the streets throw his way.
Christian will probably berate him about public appearance, but right now? He just does not care. How could he?
The alcohol is only a way to do away with other pain, physical and other. Do away with memories. Do away with the face of that bastard that betrayed him, ran away and called his king evil and acted all superior and as if he was better.
A fist connects with a wall, and something like a laughter, unhappy and bitter, spills from the Northman's lips. No, Sweden is not better, has never been and will never be. And he'll show him his place.
And he will never, ever forget how the man that he cared about most abandoned him.
[Notes: G, also this fic technically also has some Nature/Norway
Song: Mother Earth by Within Temptation
Norway/Sweden]
It's stormy, and it will only get worse when the evening comes.
It's perfect. They wander down a street, the wind grabbing their hair and playing with it, strong enough to even affect the few centimetres on Sweden's head. Norway seems excited, a slight bounce to his steps that isn't there normally, a gleam in his eyes.
It's the connection, Sweden knows that, a connection that the Southern Scandinavian and most other nations have lost. A connection that remains strong in Norway. Like an old love affair that has grown content but is still passionate as it was at it's first day. It's strange, to see his lover so much more in love, so much more passionate and ...clear about an inanimate object, an abstract idea. Though it is neither inanimate nor abstract, and Sweden knows that well.
And he also knows that he will never be able to win against this opponent.
He doesn't think that he wants to.
Norway is never as beautiful as he is at nights like this, when the magic of the nature is thick in the air and the younger nation is practically making love with it.
[Notes: G, set during the Interim War or WW2
Song: Je bent de Hemel by Tim Douwsma (oh God this song is so fucking PERFECT for those two)
Finland/Sweden]
It's strange. He left back then, he had to, he could not stay, and he never regretted it. Yet ...yet. Yet now he is sitting here, sitting at the shoreline and looking to the West.
His hand reaches down, plays with the ring in his pocket, this ring that Sweden once made for him, a long time that seems like it was millenia ago. That he made when they were ...happy. Yes, he will admit that, to himself and if not to others. Once, they were happy. And he still doesn't know when exactly it took a turn for the worse.
But he does not regret leaving.
Yet... yet.
He has never been able to forget about the man that meant so much to him, the man that he never really understood and that was so overbearing and...
And yet, despite everything, he wants to meet him again, not the way that nations do. The way that humans do.
When the war is over.