APH: Late Nights in the Forest
Title: Late Nights in the Forest
Author: grosse_averse
Characters: Canada, Cuba; Cuba/Canada
Rating: T
Summary: For prompt #38, "Fruity". Canada and Cuba take an impromptu trip into the Cuban wilderness and get a nasty shock.
"Ow!" Behind him, Cuba heard a wet thump - when he looked back, Canada was sprawled across the damp forest ground, wincing. Cuba chuckled.
"Need some help there, amigo?" he asked, and earned an icy glare.
"I tripped over a root," Canada mumbled, clambering to his feet and dusting himself off. Cuba couldn't help but let out a louder laugh. It faltered when Canada stumbled, favoring his ankle.
"Jeez, querido, are you okay?" he asked, doubling back to stoop and examine Canada's ankle.
"Yeah." Canada groaned. "Just a little sore."
Cuba felt hot guilt shoot through him. He had taken Canada hiking through Alejandro de Humboldt National Park - he knew how much the other nation enjoyed hiking and camping, being an outdoorsy person, so he had wanted to show Canada what kinds of stuff people could do in his country.
"Canada, I'm so sorry!" he apologized. "It's getting dark, I should've known that it would be hard to see..."
Canada winced again. "It's okay, Cuba, really. Let's just keep going."
Canada walked slowly, but they managed to get back to their campsite. Canada sat down on a log as Cuba fussed over his ankle.
"Thank you." the blonde said sincerely, blushing as Cuba's large hands cupped 'round his ankle.
"It's the least I can do." Cuba hummed, pressing tentative thumbs into the flesh. Canada didn't flinch, which was a good sign, but it was looking a little swollen. He smiled up at Canada. "After all, this was my idea!"
"Still...I'm sorry I didn't watch where I was going..." Canada flushed a light pink as Cuba curved his back over his ankle.
"Nah, querido, don't apologize." Cuba looked amused. "You look pretty cute right now, you know?"
"C-Cuba!" Canada laughed nervously as the dark-haired country ran a teasing hand up his leg, cradling his calf gently. "We're - it's late, we should - "
"Hey, hey." Cuba's voice was soothing. "No funny stuff, I promise."
Canada gave him a wry look. It was hard to believe Cuba when he was groping his leg quite suggestively.
By now it was dark, the camp quiet save for the sounds of nature around them. Canada could just make out Cuba's features, a wry grin splitting his dark face revealing bright white teeth. Canada couldn't help leaning down and kissing that white grin, and Cuba responded heartily, getting to his knees to better accommodate Canada's poor neck.
Canada flushed when he felt Cuba press his tongue against Canada's lips, seeking entrance, and he parted them with little hesitation. He felt Cuba draw him close, on arm awkwardly draped around his hips, pulling and squeezing, hand kneading lower and lower...
There was sudden movement, a high pitched screech, and Canada jumped away from Cuba, falling off the log as something fluttered noisily above their heads. Canada ended up flat on the ground, legs tangled and propped up on the log, staring up at the starry sky and listening to Cuba roar with laughter.
"What was that?" he demanded, struggling to sit up. Cuba extended a hand to help him up, face red with laughter.
"Amigo that was a Cuban Fruit Eating Bat." Cuba explained through his laughter.
"A what? A bat??" Canada looked startled, looking frantically in all directions to try to spot the little black rodent. "Oh my God, really? Will it...will it get into the tent? Does it bite people?"
Cuba gave his friend an incredulous look. "You live with a polar bear." he pointed out. "Once when I stayed at your house a moose walked by the bathroom window. And you're afraid of a bat?"
"No, that's different!" Canada argued, slipping into Cuba's waiting arms, curling up as if Cuba could protect him from a fierce hoard of fruit eating bats. "Moose and polar bears, they're big! You can see them coming and, and - I don't know, beat them up with a hockey stick! Bats...they just come out of the trees! You can't tell where they're coming from at night and you can't catch them!"
Cuba chuckled into Canada's hair, nuzzling the blonde strands affectionately. "Well, that's a surprise!" he hummed. "You prefer the big animals to the small ones, huh? I wonder if that's a Freudian - "
"Shush!" Canada scowled, slapping the big man's shoulder. "Just shush and hold me."
Cuba snorted and obeyed.
A/N: Most roundabout and obscure way to fill the prompt "Fruity" ever
Author: grosse_averse
Characters: Canada, Cuba; Cuba/Canada
Rating: T
Summary: For prompt #38, "Fruity". Canada and Cuba take an impromptu trip into the Cuban wilderness and get a nasty shock.
"Ow!" Behind him, Cuba heard a wet thump - when he looked back, Canada was sprawled across the damp forest ground, wincing. Cuba chuckled.
"Need some help there, amigo?" he asked, and earned an icy glare.
"I tripped over a root," Canada mumbled, clambering to his feet and dusting himself off. Cuba couldn't help but let out a louder laugh. It faltered when Canada stumbled, favoring his ankle.
"Jeez, querido, are you okay?" he asked, doubling back to stoop and examine Canada's ankle.
"Yeah." Canada groaned. "Just a little sore."
Cuba felt hot guilt shoot through him. He had taken Canada hiking through Alejandro de Humboldt National Park - he knew how much the other nation enjoyed hiking and camping, being an outdoorsy person, so he had wanted to show Canada what kinds of stuff people could do in his country.
"Canada, I'm so sorry!" he apologized. "It's getting dark, I should've known that it would be hard to see..."
Canada winced again. "It's okay, Cuba, really. Let's just keep going."
Canada walked slowly, but they managed to get back to their campsite. Canada sat down on a log as Cuba fussed over his ankle.
"Thank you." the blonde said sincerely, blushing as Cuba's large hands cupped 'round his ankle.
"It's the least I can do." Cuba hummed, pressing tentative thumbs into the flesh. Canada didn't flinch, which was a good sign, but it was looking a little swollen. He smiled up at Canada. "After all, this was my idea!"
"Still...I'm sorry I didn't watch where I was going..." Canada flushed a light pink as Cuba curved his back over his ankle.
"Nah, querido, don't apologize." Cuba looked amused. "You look pretty cute right now, you know?"
"C-Cuba!" Canada laughed nervously as the dark-haired country ran a teasing hand up his leg, cradling his calf gently. "We're - it's late, we should - "
"Hey, hey." Cuba's voice was soothing. "No funny stuff, I promise."
Canada gave him a wry look. It was hard to believe Cuba when he was groping his leg quite suggestively.
By now it was dark, the camp quiet save for the sounds of nature around them. Canada could just make out Cuba's features, a wry grin splitting his dark face revealing bright white teeth. Canada couldn't help leaning down and kissing that white grin, and Cuba responded heartily, getting to his knees to better accommodate Canada's poor neck.
Canada flushed when he felt Cuba press his tongue against Canada's lips, seeking entrance, and he parted them with little hesitation. He felt Cuba draw him close, on arm awkwardly draped around his hips, pulling and squeezing, hand kneading lower and lower...
There was sudden movement, a high pitched screech, and Canada jumped away from Cuba, falling off the log as something fluttered noisily above their heads. Canada ended up flat on the ground, legs tangled and propped up on the log, staring up at the starry sky and listening to Cuba roar with laughter.
"What was that?" he demanded, struggling to sit up. Cuba extended a hand to help him up, face red with laughter.
"Amigo that was a Cuban Fruit Eating Bat." Cuba explained through his laughter.
"A what? A bat??" Canada looked startled, looking frantically in all directions to try to spot the little black rodent. "Oh my God, really? Will it...will it get into the tent? Does it bite people?"
Cuba gave his friend an incredulous look. "You live with a polar bear." he pointed out. "Once when I stayed at your house a moose walked by the bathroom window. And you're afraid of a bat?"
"No, that's different!" Canada argued, slipping into Cuba's waiting arms, curling up as if Cuba could protect him from a fierce hoard of fruit eating bats. "Moose and polar bears, they're big! You can see them coming and, and - I don't know, beat them up with a hockey stick! Bats...they just come out of the trees! You can't tell where they're coming from at night and you can't catch them!"
Cuba chuckled into Canada's hair, nuzzling the blonde strands affectionately. "Well, that's a surprise!" he hummed. "You prefer the big animals to the small ones, huh? I wonder if that's a Freudian - "
"Shush!" Canada scowled, slapping the big man's shoulder. "Just shush and hold me."
Cuba snorted and obeyed.
A/N: Most roundabout and obscure way to fill the prompt "Fruity" ever