[Fanfic 100 Prompt][Hetalia] "Sunrise"
Title: "Sunrise"
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character: America (aka Alfred F. Jones)
Prompt: #31 Sunrise
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13 Implied sexual situations prior to story
Summary: UKUS fluff attempt
A/N: Hopefully not too big a fail :D
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.
The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. The saying goes through America’s head as the morning sunlight falls across his eyes stirring him from sleep. He silently wished he was on the west coast where the sun would rise in another three hours, failing to remember that if he had gone to bed there he still would have gotten the same amount of sleep. Not that he really begrudged the lost sleep, the night had been rather enjoyable. And not that he was in his own country at all. He had traveled across the Atlantic for a meeting and was staying over at England’s.
He turned his head into the shoulder of his partner who was going to work very well as a convenient barrier to the invading sunlight. He buried his face pulling the slimmer nation closer to him, enjoying the added warmth he added to the environment.
“I’m not going to let you get away with that.”
“With what?” America replied grinning into his partner’s skin. The older nation grumbled and attempted to shift to get leverage to push him off. America simply moved closer, locking his arms around the other’s waist in order to quash any attempts to escape.
“Keeping me trapped here, we have work to do!”
“You only say that because you know I’m capable of it.” England stopped moving and sighed heavily. England draped his arms over his back. “Do I take that as a concession?”
A long silence. “America I will never concede to you without a fight.” Upon his declaration England attacked America’s sides, not many of the nations knew it, but America was horridly ticklish. The fight was over quickly, England just knew him too well. It wasn’t long before England had him pinned to the bed and was sitting above him. “You could just surrender.”
“Yeah, right.” America answered reaching up to grab England’s shoulders dragging him down to kiss him. The counterattack quickly ended England’s siege on his most ticklish spots. When the kiss broke England withdrew quickly climbing off the bed and going to gather up clothing for the day.
“Nice try, America. Get up.”
“C’mon, I’m jet-lagged!”
“To use a phrase of yours, ‘Too bad, so sad’. Let’s go.”
America sighed into the sunrise, making a mental note that there was going to be a payback the next time England visited him.
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character: America (aka Alfred F. Jones)
Prompt: #31 Sunrise
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13 Implied sexual situations prior to story
Summary: UKUS fluff attempt
A/N: Hopefully not too big a fail :D
Disclaimer: Hetalia does not belong to me.
The sun rises in the East and sets in the West. The saying goes through America’s head as the morning sunlight falls across his eyes stirring him from sleep. He silently wished he was on the west coast where the sun would rise in another three hours, failing to remember that if he had gone to bed there he still would have gotten the same amount of sleep. Not that he really begrudged the lost sleep, the night had been rather enjoyable. And not that he was in his own country at all. He had traveled across the Atlantic for a meeting and was staying over at England’s.
He turned his head into the shoulder of his partner who was going to work very well as a convenient barrier to the invading sunlight. He buried his face pulling the slimmer nation closer to him, enjoying the added warmth he added to the environment.
“I’m not going to let you get away with that.”
“With what?” America replied grinning into his partner’s skin. The older nation grumbled and attempted to shift to get leverage to push him off. America simply moved closer, locking his arms around the other’s waist in order to quash any attempts to escape.
“Keeping me trapped here, we have work to do!”
“You only say that because you know I’m capable of it.” England stopped moving and sighed heavily. England draped his arms over his back. “Do I take that as a concession?”
A long silence. “America I will never concede to you without a fight.” Upon his declaration England attacked America’s sides, not many of the nations knew it, but America was horridly ticklish. The fight was over quickly, England just knew him too well. It wasn’t long before England had him pinned to the bed and was sitting above him. “You could just surrender.”
“Yeah, right.” America answered reaching up to grab England’s shoulders dragging him down to kiss him. The counterattack quickly ended England’s siege on his most ticklish spots. When the kiss broke England withdrew quickly climbing off the bed and going to gather up clothing for the day.
“Nice try, America. Get up.”
“C’mon, I’m jet-lagged!”
“To use a phrase of yours, ‘Too bad, so sad’. Let’s go.”
America sighed into the sunrise, making a mental note that there was going to be a payback the next time England visited him.