[Hetalia] "Dancing" HungaryxPrussia
Title: "Dancing"
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Hungary/Prussia
Prompt: 4. Dancing @ 25fluffyfics
Word Count: 534
Rating: G
Summary: Prussia decides to take over the dance where Austria left off.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia.
They had been practicing for what seemed like hours, although in reality it had only been about half of one. Hungary sighed as Austria continued in his futile effort to teach her to dance. He wanted her to be able to dance to the music he loved to play. She was beginning to feel that it was hopeless, her feet were too used to the battlefield, to sword stances and lance thrusts. Her body was not accustomed to the graceful motions and delicate steps that were necessary for this kind of dance. She could see that she was wearing on Austria’s patience as well. She winced as she stepped on his foot, again.
“I’m sorry, Austria!” He sighed but then smiled at her gently. She heard a harsh snicker from the side. She turned to glare at the other man in the room. He grinned right back at her.
“Perhaps we’ll continue this tomorrow.” said Austria, “Thank you for the dance Hungary.” He bowed to her. She curtsied back and he smiled again before departing the room to work on other duties. Prussia got up from the chair he had been slouching in to walk over to her.
“Don’t start, Prussia.”
“There goes my plan. Actually, watching you dance with glasses made me want to ask you.” She looked at him suspiciously, wondering if she should reach for her frying pan. He looked uncharacteristically serious. She had only seen this a handful of times, the most memorable when he had found her wounded and remembered she was a woman.
He held his hands out the way Austria had. She tentatively placed her hand in his. They moved together slowly, Prussia counting the steps. Hungary hated to admit it but he was actually pretty good at this.
“Since when have you been able to do anything but wage warfare?”
“Well, my boss was quite fond of the flute and orchestra.” he said as he led her into a spin.
“You know you’ve given me excellent blackmail material.”
“Likewise, you know you need to relax. That’s why you are always stepping on Mr. Fancy Pant’s toes.” She took a deep breath and found the dance was indeed getting easier. Suddenly, he twirled her into a dip and she gasped, not expecting the sudden motion.
“Prussia... what?” she began to ask when she looked into his eyes. There was something there she had not seen before. There was something gentle in the usual mocking face. She reached up a hand to touch his cheek to see if the look was an illusion. It wasn’t. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
“Hungary... I...” He said opening his eyes again into her own as he pulled her up out of the dip. He looks unsure, it was a look she had never seen on his face. The look made her heart beat faster. “Thank you for the dance.” His lips met hers for the briefest moment.
She blushed, he grinned. Then he bowed and retreated, self satisfied smirk firmly planted on his face. She glared until his back was turned, and she let a small smile creep onto her lips. The next win would be hers.
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: Hungary/Prussia
Prompt: 4. Dancing @ 25fluffyfics
Word Count: 534
Rating: G
Summary: Prussia decides to take over the dance where Austria left off.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia.
They had been practicing for what seemed like hours, although in reality it had only been about half of one. Hungary sighed as Austria continued in his futile effort to teach her to dance. He wanted her to be able to dance to the music he loved to play. She was beginning to feel that it was hopeless, her feet were too used to the battlefield, to sword stances and lance thrusts. Her body was not accustomed to the graceful motions and delicate steps that were necessary for this kind of dance. She could see that she was wearing on Austria’s patience as well. She winced as she stepped on his foot, again.
“I’m sorry, Austria!” He sighed but then smiled at her gently. She heard a harsh snicker from the side. She turned to glare at the other man in the room. He grinned right back at her.
“Perhaps we’ll continue this tomorrow.” said Austria, “Thank you for the dance Hungary.” He bowed to her. She curtsied back and he smiled again before departing the room to work on other duties. Prussia got up from the chair he had been slouching in to walk over to her.
“Don’t start, Prussia.”
“There goes my plan. Actually, watching you dance with glasses made me want to ask you.” She looked at him suspiciously, wondering if she should reach for her frying pan. He looked uncharacteristically serious. She had only seen this a handful of times, the most memorable when he had found her wounded and remembered she was a woman.
He held his hands out the way Austria had. She tentatively placed her hand in his. They moved together slowly, Prussia counting the steps. Hungary hated to admit it but he was actually pretty good at this.
“Since when have you been able to do anything but wage warfare?”
“Well, my boss was quite fond of the flute and orchestra.” he said as he led her into a spin.
“You know you’ve given me excellent blackmail material.”
“Likewise, you know you need to relax. That’s why you are always stepping on Mr. Fancy Pant’s toes.” She took a deep breath and found the dance was indeed getting easier. Suddenly, he twirled her into a dip and she gasped, not expecting the sudden motion.
“Prussia... what?” she began to ask when she looked into his eyes. There was something there she had not seen before. There was something gentle in the usual mocking face. She reached up a hand to touch his cheek to see if the look was an illusion. It wasn’t. He closed his eyes and leaned into the touch.
“Hungary... I...” He said opening his eyes again into her own as he pulled her up out of the dip. He looks unsure, it was a look she had never seen on his face. The look made her heart beat faster. “Thank you for the dance.” His lips met hers for the briefest moment.
She blushed, he grinned. Then he bowed and retreated, self satisfied smirk firmly planted on his face. She glared until his back was turned, and she let a small smile creep onto her lips. The next win would be hers.