[Ficlets] Two Oz/Kiwi Ficlets
Title: Oz/Kiwi Ficlets - A Proper Fee, To the Sweet
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre(s): Humor/Romance
Character(s)|Pairing(s): Australia/New Zealand
Rating/Warning(s): PG, some questionable language, two boys kissing (oh, the horror!)
Summary: Brotherly love, even when your brother is an intolerable git/temperamental brat.
Notes: Two gift ficlets/drabbles for katamanda , just because I can.
A sharp green glare. “Let me through.”
“Nope.”
“Let. Me. Through.”
“Not until you pay.”
“This is the pom’s custom, you know.”
“Doesn’t matter. Pommy isn’t here right now.”
“Let me through, Oz, or God help me-”
“Kiwi’s a little afraid of germs?”
“Who’d want to be anywhere near that mouth?”
“Ickle Kiwi-”
The rather brutal, tooth aching kiss effectively shut the taller Nation up for a good few moments, letting New Zealand slither past the hinged gate and past him.
“Stupid Pom,” grumbled the younger Nation, gingerly touching still tingling incisors. His stupid older brother had a set of fangs like a… Well, whatever they were made of, they were nearly as hard as his too-thick skull. “Next time, he gets a kea in his room.”
…
New Zealand endeavored to look as fierce as he could, which was difficult for a short blonde who probably only weighed about ten stone soaking wet and was currently wearing a frilled apron with sheep on the pockets (a drunken birthday present from England). On the other hand, the serrated bread knife in his hand helped tip the scales a little.
“You,” he pronounced. “Are not going to be setting my kitchen on fire.”
“I didn’t mean to-” Australia began.
“Step away from that oven or I’ll be giving you a real reason to wear a plaster.”
Normally Australia would have teased this out a little further, if only on principle (and it was just plain funny to rile up his younger brother) but the glint in the greenish eyes and the grip on the knife warned him that it wouldn’t be in his best interests. He raised his hands and backed away from the oven.
“And what the hell were you thinking?” stormed New Zealand as he went over to fiddle with the dials. “Signing up for a lamington drive. Who do you think you are? Martha bleeding Stewart?”
Australia shoved his hands into his pockets. “Because I could make you do it?”
That earned him a black look and a profane gesture. But New Zealand still kept the oven on and didn’t put the caster sugar and other ingredients away. He only sighed and slammed an enormous mixing bowl on the kitchen counter.
“I’m not doing this again for you,” he said as he threw in the ingredients, possibly with more force than necessary. Not that Australia could tell. “Tell me to take a bullet and I probably will. But I’m not a short order cook, you bastard.”
“You love it. I’m doing you a favor anyways.”
New Zealand jerked his chin at cupboard. “Make yourself useful and get out a pan, will you? And grease it up with the butter. And what kind of favor is that?”
Australia obeyed. The bread knife was still way too close to New Zealand’s hand. “Because you love it. Housewife suits you.”
“Go drown yourself, Oz.”
“You have any beer?”
“Just Tui.” New Zealand smirked at the fleeting expression of dismay on Australia’s face.
“Fine, better than nothing,” Australia sighed.
There were no food fights or flour throwing. The last time Australia had tried that, he’d gotten his ass chased to the borders by a whole flock of irate Merinos. New Zealand eventually unbent enough to open a can of Tui himself and sipped at it while they waited for the cake to cool.
“Tell you what,” he said. “Give me the ANZAC biscuits and I’ll keep making these for you.” He grinned widely.
Australia snorted, on his third can of beer now. “In your dreams, sheep boy.”
“No more lamingtons then.”
“And leave me in the dark? C’mon…” Australia let his lower lip jut out. “Mates don’t do that.”
“I hate you,” grumbled New Zealand. “And stop sticking that out. It’ll get bitten.”
“Promises, promises.”
Either one of them would have expected a headbutt at this point. Certainly Australia crumpled up his beer can and grabbed the back of his younger brother’s head. And then they were kissing and had no idea who had started it and didn’t really care anymore.
…
-Kissing gate: a kind of gate for preventing livestock from escaping pastures but allowing humans to go through, apocryphally named this because of a game you can play by blocking the other side and only letting someone through if they kiss you. I found out about this tradition first hand in New Zealand… from a Brit, for that matter. /smirks
-stone: a British unit of mass equal to 14 pounds
-Kea: one of only a few living species of alpine parrots, lives only in New Zealand, has about the intelligence of an eight-year-old child and is particularly infamous for destroying unattended vehicles
-Lamingtons: Possibly Australia’s most famous trademark dessert (other than the pavlova), often sold for fundraising events (lamington drives), consists of white cake dipped into chocolate frosting and covered with desiccated coconut
-Tui: a New Zealand bird but also a brand of beer
-ANZAC biscuits: cookies made from rolled oats and coconut, baked by housewives of the ANZAC soldiers and meant to keep during a long mailing, a source of contention between Australia and New Zealand regarding origin
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre(s): Humor/Romance
Character(s)|Pairing(s): Australia/New Zealand
Rating/Warning(s): PG, some questionable language, two boys kissing (oh, the horror!)
Summary: Brotherly love, even when your brother is an intolerable git/temperamental brat.
Notes: Two gift ficlets/drabbles for katamanda , just because I can.
A sharp green glare. “Let me through.”
“Nope.”
“Let. Me. Through.”
“Not until you pay.”
“This is the pom’s custom, you know.”
“Doesn’t matter. Pommy isn’t here right now.”
“Let me through, Oz, or God help me-”
“Kiwi’s a little afraid of germs?”
“Who’d want to be anywhere near that mouth?”
“Ickle Kiwi-”
The rather brutal, tooth aching kiss effectively shut the taller Nation up for a good few moments, letting New Zealand slither past the hinged gate and past him.
“Stupid Pom,” grumbled the younger Nation, gingerly touching still tingling incisors. His stupid older brother had a set of fangs like a… Well, whatever they were made of, they were nearly as hard as his too-thick skull. “Next time, he gets a kea in his room.”
…
New Zealand endeavored to look as fierce as he could, which was difficult for a short blonde who probably only weighed about ten stone soaking wet and was currently wearing a frilled apron with sheep on the pockets (a drunken birthday present from England). On the other hand, the serrated bread knife in his hand helped tip the scales a little.
“You,” he pronounced. “Are not going to be setting my kitchen on fire.”
“I didn’t mean to-” Australia began.
“Step away from that oven or I’ll be giving you a real reason to wear a plaster.”
Normally Australia would have teased this out a little further, if only on principle (and it was just plain funny to rile up his younger brother) but the glint in the greenish eyes and the grip on the knife warned him that it wouldn’t be in his best interests. He raised his hands and backed away from the oven.
“And what the hell were you thinking?” stormed New Zealand as he went over to fiddle with the dials. “Signing up for a lamington drive. Who do you think you are? Martha bleeding Stewart?”
Australia shoved his hands into his pockets. “Because I could make you do it?”
That earned him a black look and a profane gesture. But New Zealand still kept the oven on and didn’t put the caster sugar and other ingredients away. He only sighed and slammed an enormous mixing bowl on the kitchen counter.
“I’m not doing this again for you,” he said as he threw in the ingredients, possibly with more force than necessary. Not that Australia could tell. “Tell me to take a bullet and I probably will. But I’m not a short order cook, you bastard.”
“You love it. I’m doing you a favor anyways.”
New Zealand jerked his chin at cupboard. “Make yourself useful and get out a pan, will you? And grease it up with the butter. And what kind of favor is that?”
Australia obeyed. The bread knife was still way too close to New Zealand’s hand. “Because you love it. Housewife suits you.”
“Go drown yourself, Oz.”
“You have any beer?”
“Just Tui.” New Zealand smirked at the fleeting expression of dismay on Australia’s face.
“Fine, better than nothing,” Australia sighed.
There were no food fights or flour throwing. The last time Australia had tried that, he’d gotten his ass chased to the borders by a whole flock of irate Merinos. New Zealand eventually unbent enough to open a can of Tui himself and sipped at it while they waited for the cake to cool.
“Tell you what,” he said. “Give me the ANZAC biscuits and I’ll keep making these for you.” He grinned widely.
Australia snorted, on his third can of beer now. “In your dreams, sheep boy.”
“No more lamingtons then.”
“And leave me in the dark? C’mon…” Australia let his lower lip jut out. “Mates don’t do that.”
“I hate you,” grumbled New Zealand. “And stop sticking that out. It’ll get bitten.”
“Promises, promises.”
Either one of them would have expected a headbutt at this point. Certainly Australia crumpled up his beer can and grabbed the back of his younger brother’s head. And then they were kissing and had no idea who had started it and didn’t really care anymore.
…
-Kissing gate: a kind of gate for preventing livestock from escaping pastures but allowing humans to go through, apocryphally named this because of a game you can play by blocking the other side and only letting someone through if they kiss you. I found out about this tradition first hand in New Zealand… from a Brit, for that matter. /smirks
-stone: a British unit of mass equal to 14 pounds
-Kea: one of only a few living species of alpine parrots, lives only in New Zealand, has about the intelligence of an eight-year-old child and is particularly infamous for destroying unattended vehicles
-Lamingtons: Possibly Australia’s most famous trademark dessert (other than the pavlova), often sold for fundraising events (lamington drives), consists of white cake dipped into chocolate frosting and covered with desiccated coconut
-Tui: a New Zealand bird but also a brand of beer
-ANZAC biscuits: cookies made from rolled oats and coconut, baked by housewives of the ANZAC soldiers and meant to keep during a long mailing, a source of contention between Australia and New Zealand regarding origin