Fanfic, Axis Powers Hetalia
[Title: One week in winter [Sunday] 3/7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Norway, Sweden, (with gratious amounts of other Nordics showing up in flashbacks/inner monologue/etc)
Pairing: Sweden/Norway
Rating: G
A/N: for chiisana00 , prompt was "Gakuen setting, where it is DenNor and SuFin on the outside but secretly SuNor behind the masks; some alone time together; UST"]
I'm terribly sorry that the fanfic is this calm, but it refuses to have loud moments somehow /sob I promise more action for the next chapter, at least >:)
First chapter: Friday]
It took two days for Norway to notice something strange: Something he had never felt before. Something he didn't know he needed. Or at least was used to, expected.
It was Sunday morning when Norway noticed that he hadn't been touched for a time period this long in forever.
Thinking about it, it was really unusual. Normally, he would dry Iceland's hair after the younger brother had taken a shower (no matter how much the boy complained and grumbled about really being to old for that) or sit next to him, shoulders touching while he explained some maths problem to him, and their arms would brush. Denmark would cling to him whenever possible, or ...other things. Those that Finland and Sweden could not talk about without choking and blushing (even when you had heard them through the wall the night before). Finland would make sure that he was wearing an additional scarf and was appropriately dressed for the winter (the one time that he thought that everyone had his (lack of) feeling for temperature, Sealand had ended up with a severe case of hypothermia and they had had to make a nice trip to the emergency room, and Finland NEVER wanted that to happen again).
Even Sweden... well, not really. Sweden knew that Norway considered too much touching extremely annoying, and Norway knew that, no matter how much much Finland claimed otherwise due to not being able to wake up without a Swede clinging to him, Sweden did not like it too much, either. While neither of them had a phobia or something like that, they just both didn't consider unnecessary physical contact desirable, even more so in public.
And that Denmark and Sweden, who did not really see eye to eye a lot, had both known Norway forever and Denmark had always gotten into his possessive mode as soon as Sweden and Norway got too close had not really helped anything. Which had only been reason to more fighting, and with time, they had chosen to keep their distance.
But now, this distance...
It was not true when he said that he had not been touched since Friday. Because someone had carried him to his bed yesterday, or rather earlier today, taken off his shoes and tucked him in. And while it could have been England... Norway kind of doubted it. England was usually much much earlier far gone than him or Russia. And Sweden would let the biggest student into the house only over his dead body. My brother's friends are my enemies. Or the other way round. Norway wasn't too sure about that sometimes, since he could not recall which one of the brothers had met the big nosed boy first.
Either way... He hesitated to get up, lingered in bed for a bit longer. The smell was different from normal, none of Denmark and... he wouldn't have been able to say why for certain, but he could have sworn that there was something that was very clearly Sweden in the air - ah.
He nearly laughed when he realized what it was.
There was a bowl of cold oatmeal with cinnamon sitting on a chair near the bed, right next to a cup of coffee and a glass of water. The kind of breakfast that the taller male would always get ready whenever he had had to bail Finland or Denmark out and drag them home late at night. Which made Norway frown and reach out for the coffee, taking a cautious sip of the black liquid after staring at it for a good minute - black at least, no milk - and then sighed with relief. Yes, it was black, real black, not the pussy black that Sweden made for himself.
He fell quiet after that, listening to the silence, and then the door to the outside opened and clicked shut, and Cookie (which the dog is widely called, because Denmark cannot remember the poor dog's original name and really, Cookie is as close as it'll get and doesn't make more or less sense, so everyone else goes with it, except for Finland himself and, dutifully, Sweden) barked outside, announcing the arrival of two thirds of the current residents.
Shortly after, a head poked into the room. The two nations stared at each other in silence for nearly a full minute before Sweden apparently decided on something to say. Everyone in the household had a way of coping with Norway's stare that was quite different from how outsiders usually handled it. Finland and Denmark would fill the silence, Iceland and Sealand would start to play with one of the family pets and Sweden would mostly mirror Norway's behaviour.
That is, unless there was something that needed to be said or asked. He only wouldn't do idle chatter.
"How 're y'?"
"All rig'." He was. More or less. He never got really bad hangovers, only to the point where he could still at least pretend to ignore it. And the coffee had helped some.
Sweden nodded, but instead of leaving, he entered the room and sat down at the edge of Norway's bed. Norway knew the kind of silence that followed. It was Sweden wanting to say something, but having thought about and come to the conclusion that it was too embarrassing or that he had no right to say it.
Norway decided to ignore it - things like that usually were something that needed the other person's full attention, and not the half-conscious replies of a hungover sleepdrinker.
After two more cups of coffee and some aspirin, maybe.
---
Five cups of coffee later, they had moved over into the kitchen, Norway claiming the coffee-maker and Sweden leaning in the door, watching him watch the black liquid drip down into the pot.
Any other person (especially Finland) would have jumped as Sweden suddenly encircled him from behind, arms wrapping around his waist and head dropping onto the shorter male's shoulder. Normally, Norway would have reacted to this action with a elbow into the other's guts. No interrupting his morning coffee. But this time, he was no only already up to the second round and thus in a much better mood. It was also not "normal". He could not even really remember the last time Sweden had initiated body contact like this with him. With anyone, really (it had stopped when Sweden found out just how much it freaked Finland out. Which had, admittedly, taken much longer than it should. Norway had never thought of Sweden as that dense, at least).
It was Sweden, hugging him from behind while the bright morning light filtered through the foggy window panes and Norway just stood there and did nothing, waiting.
He was not sure for what, but usually, people would be less patient than him. Sweden was maybe the only exception.
"What are ya doing?"
For a moment there was no reaction, and then Sweden pulled away, mumbling something that sounded like sorry. The younger man could hear his retreating footfalls, and then there was silence.
[A/N time~
-Cookie: from Kuukamuna, the Finnish translation of Floweregg/Hanatamago (that bit of information is taken from vaimoksein)
-Russia and Sweden Do Not Get Along TM. The reason is messy, but involves Finland, Estonia and Latvia, and the fact that Russia and Denmark are friends. It also involves too much alcohol at one point.
-Oatmeal with cinnamon is great for dead tastebuds ^^v
-I think I forgot something. Ah, well, if you have any questions, ask! Same with crit/corrections/praise/etc]
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Norway, Sweden, (with gratious amounts of other Nordics showing up in flashbacks/inner monologue/etc)
Pairing: Sweden/Norway
Rating: G
A/N: for chiisana00 , prompt was "Gakuen setting, where it is DenNor and SuFin on the outside but secretly SuNor behind the masks; some alone time together; UST"]
I'm terribly sorry that the fanfic is this calm, but it refuses to have loud moments somehow /sob I promise more action for the next chapter, at least >:)
First chapter: Friday]
It took two days for Norway to notice something strange: Something he had never felt before. Something he didn't know he needed. Or at least was used to, expected.
It was Sunday morning when Norway noticed that he hadn't been touched for a time period this long in forever.
Thinking about it, it was really unusual. Normally, he would dry Iceland's hair after the younger brother had taken a shower (no matter how much the boy complained and grumbled about really being to old for that) or sit next to him, shoulders touching while he explained some maths problem to him, and their arms would brush. Denmark would cling to him whenever possible, or ...other things. Those that Finland and Sweden could not talk about without choking and blushing (even when you had heard them through the wall the night before). Finland would make sure that he was wearing an additional scarf and was appropriately dressed for the winter (the one time that he thought that everyone had his (lack of) feeling for temperature, Sealand had ended up with a severe case of hypothermia and they had had to make a nice trip to the emergency room, and Finland NEVER wanted that to happen again).
Even Sweden... well, not really. Sweden knew that Norway considered too much touching extremely annoying, and Norway knew that, no matter how much much Finland claimed otherwise due to not being able to wake up without a Swede clinging to him, Sweden did not like it too much, either. While neither of them had a phobia or something like that, they just both didn't consider unnecessary physical contact desirable, even more so in public.
And that Denmark and Sweden, who did not really see eye to eye a lot, had both known Norway forever and Denmark had always gotten into his possessive mode as soon as Sweden and Norway got too close had not really helped anything. Which had only been reason to more fighting, and with time, they had chosen to keep their distance.
But now, this distance...
It was not true when he said that he had not been touched since Friday. Because someone had carried him to his bed yesterday, or rather earlier today, taken off his shoes and tucked him in. And while it could have been England... Norway kind of doubted it. England was usually much much earlier far gone than him or Russia. And Sweden would let the biggest student into the house only over his dead body. My brother's friends are my enemies. Or the other way round. Norway wasn't too sure about that sometimes, since he could not recall which one of the brothers had met the big nosed boy first.
Either way... He hesitated to get up, lingered in bed for a bit longer. The smell was different from normal, none of Denmark and... he wouldn't have been able to say why for certain, but he could have sworn that there was something that was very clearly Sweden in the air - ah.
He nearly laughed when he realized what it was.
There was a bowl of cold oatmeal with cinnamon sitting on a chair near the bed, right next to a cup of coffee and a glass of water. The kind of breakfast that the taller male would always get ready whenever he had had to bail Finland or Denmark out and drag them home late at night. Which made Norway frown and reach out for the coffee, taking a cautious sip of the black liquid after staring at it for a good minute - black at least, no milk - and then sighed with relief. Yes, it was black, real black, not the pussy black that Sweden made for himself.
He fell quiet after that, listening to the silence, and then the door to the outside opened and clicked shut, and Cookie (which the dog is widely called, because Denmark cannot remember the poor dog's original name and really, Cookie is as close as it'll get and doesn't make more or less sense, so everyone else goes with it, except for Finland himself and, dutifully, Sweden) barked outside, announcing the arrival of two thirds of the current residents.
Shortly after, a head poked into the room. The two nations stared at each other in silence for nearly a full minute before Sweden apparently decided on something to say. Everyone in the household had a way of coping with Norway's stare that was quite different from how outsiders usually handled it. Finland and Denmark would fill the silence, Iceland and Sealand would start to play with one of the family pets and Sweden would mostly mirror Norway's behaviour.
That is, unless there was something that needed to be said or asked. He only wouldn't do idle chatter.
"How 're y'?"
"All rig'." He was. More or less. He never got really bad hangovers, only to the point where he could still at least pretend to ignore it. And the coffee had helped some.
Sweden nodded, but instead of leaving, he entered the room and sat down at the edge of Norway's bed. Norway knew the kind of silence that followed. It was Sweden wanting to say something, but having thought about and come to the conclusion that it was too embarrassing or that he had no right to say it.
Norway decided to ignore it - things like that usually were something that needed the other person's full attention, and not the half-conscious replies of a hungover sleepdrinker.
After two more cups of coffee and some aspirin, maybe.
---
Five cups of coffee later, they had moved over into the kitchen, Norway claiming the coffee-maker and Sweden leaning in the door, watching him watch the black liquid drip down into the pot.
Any other person (especially Finland) would have jumped as Sweden suddenly encircled him from behind, arms wrapping around his waist and head dropping onto the shorter male's shoulder. Normally, Norway would have reacted to this action with a elbow into the other's guts. No interrupting his morning coffee. But this time, he was no only already up to the second round and thus in a much better mood. It was also not "normal". He could not even really remember the last time Sweden had initiated body contact like this with him. With anyone, really (it had stopped when Sweden found out just how much it freaked Finland out. Which had, admittedly, taken much longer than it should. Norway had never thought of Sweden as that dense, at least).
It was Sweden, hugging him from behind while the bright morning light filtered through the foggy window panes and Norway just stood there and did nothing, waiting.
He was not sure for what, but usually, people would be less patient than him. Sweden was maybe the only exception.
"What are ya doing?"
For a moment there was no reaction, and then Sweden pulled away, mumbling something that sounded like sorry. The younger man could hear his retreating footfalls, and then there was silence.
[A/N time~
-Cookie: from Kuukamuna, the Finnish translation of Floweregg/Hanatamago (that bit of information is taken from vaimoksein)
-Russia and Sweden Do Not Get Along TM. The reason is messy, but involves Finland, Estonia and Latvia, and the fact that Russia and Denmark are friends. It also involves too much alcohol at one point.
-Oatmeal with cinnamon is great for dead tastebuds ^^v
-I think I forgot something. Ah, well, if you have any questions, ask! Same with crit/corrections/praise/etc]