[Hetalia] "Blankets"
Title: "Blankets"
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America and the western states (OCs)
Prompt: 9. Blankets @ 25FluffyFics, 28. Children @ fanfic100
Word Count: 383
Rating: G
Summary: America finds himself reminiscing about the old days.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia
America looked around him before putting out the campfire and crawling into his home sleeping bag to fall asleep. There were Colorado and Wyoming with their backs pressed together. Arizona curled close to the fire to keep herself warm in the crisp night. New Mexico had his head propped up by his blanket. Montana had fallen asleep leaning against a tree at the edge of the firelight. Utah was resting her head on his own outstretched legs, her blonde hair glowing in the dying fire light. The crickets chirped and an owl hooted in the darkness, taking him back to times when a fire was the only way to get warm, and sleeping on the ground like this meant that they had the pack horses tied up somewhere.
He could remember when they had all been children. He had not looked much older than they did now when he had first met them wandering around in the wilderness or scurrying around the small frontier towns. They had all been bright eyed and hopeful, and they had grown so fast.
America smiled remembering the time this group had made a magnificent mess in Nebraska’s house. Montana and Colorado had gotten into the linen cupboard as Wyoming and Utah stood watch. They took turns dragging blankets to Arizona and New Mexico who had proceeded to build it into a fort. It had been a quite impressive fort, especially after they had appropriated the dining room chairs and several other miscellaneous furniture items.
Nebraska had been torn between being impressed when he returned from the fields and furious at the mess now adorning the largest room in his modest home. America had just laughed, it was a brilliant show of innovation. The event had ended with the children having to wash all of the blankets and bedding, but they had smiled and laughed while they worked.
It was fond memory. He yawned, slowly shifting Utah off his lap, getting up to pour water on the last of the fire, plunging them into darkness and an endless sky filled with stars. Somewhere in the distance a coyote howled. America sighed as he gathered up his sleeping bag. If he didn’t watch out, he was going to become an old man like England, reminiscing about things like these.
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America and the western states (OCs)
Prompt: 9. Blankets @ 25FluffyFics, 28. Children @ fanfic100
Word Count: 383
Rating: G
Summary: America finds himself reminiscing about the old days.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia
America looked around him before putting out the campfire and crawling into his home sleeping bag to fall asleep. There were Colorado and Wyoming with their backs pressed together. Arizona curled close to the fire to keep herself warm in the crisp night. New Mexico had his head propped up by his blanket. Montana had fallen asleep leaning against a tree at the edge of the firelight. Utah was resting her head on his own outstretched legs, her blonde hair glowing in the dying fire light. The crickets chirped and an owl hooted in the darkness, taking him back to times when a fire was the only way to get warm, and sleeping on the ground like this meant that they had the pack horses tied up somewhere.
He could remember when they had all been children. He had not looked much older than they did now when he had first met them wandering around in the wilderness or scurrying around the small frontier towns. They had all been bright eyed and hopeful, and they had grown so fast.
America smiled remembering the time this group had made a magnificent mess in Nebraska’s house. Montana and Colorado had gotten into the linen cupboard as Wyoming and Utah stood watch. They took turns dragging blankets to Arizona and New Mexico who had proceeded to build it into a fort. It had been a quite impressive fort, especially after they had appropriated the dining room chairs and several other miscellaneous furniture items.
Nebraska had been torn between being impressed when he returned from the fields and furious at the mess now adorning the largest room in his modest home. America had just laughed, it was a brilliant show of innovation. The event had ended with the children having to wash all of the blankets and bedding, but they had smiled and laughed while they worked.
It was fond memory. He yawned, slowly shifting Utah off his lap, getting up to pour water on the last of the fire, plunging them into darkness and an endless sky filled with stars. Somewhere in the distance a coyote howled. America sighed as he gathered up his sleeping bag. If he didn’t watch out, he was going to become an old man like England, reminiscing about things like these.