[Hetalia] "Wilderness"
Title: "Wilderness"
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America, Canada
Prompt: 2. Motion @ 50ficlets, 3. Sport @ 25fluffyfics
Word Count: 607
Rating: G
Summary: Hiking in the mountains is a peaceful journey for the brothers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia
It was a common event between them in the summer. America would go north or Canada would come south and they would go hiking together. Leisure was a gift for them and they enjoyed spending the time together.
They had started before dawn, the better to make it up the mountain before the predictable afternoon thunderstorm. They had woken up in sync, the only sounds between them yawns and the rustling of wrappers as granola was consumed for breakfast. Chewing was the only sound that accompanied the readying of gear and the tying on of hiking boots. They meandered up the mountain side, the comfortable silence between them was soon filled up with the sounds of the subalpine forest waking up. Jays chattered and pine squirrels rustled in the upper branches of the trees. They hiked side by side, shoulders often brushing. Communication was only through a slight touch or a simple gesture, a smile or a joking look.
It had always been this way with them, from before they were even conscious of what they were, before they had become objects of European desire. There had been times in the the past when a walk through the woods would not have been so peaceful. One or the other may have been fleeing death at the hands of his mirror image. Misplaced intentions and misunderstandings had come between them and they hoped things would never have to be that way again.
The rhythm of steps made music on the hard soil of the mountainside. It was a chant declaring that they moved from civilization to wilderness. Unconsciously one reaches out to the other and their fingers entwine. The contact provides intimate awareness of the blood pulsing beneath his neighbor’s skin from the exertions of the hike.
Light descends on the peaks now, the sun just cresting the ridge. The light does not yet touch the space between granite peaks, it has not yet penetrated the spruce and fir canopy of the forest Canada and America are within. They had been walking for a few hours now, it was time for a break. They dropped their packs, reluctantly unwinding their fingers so they can tug the straps off their shoulders. Canada pulls out his water bottle and America flops over, his head landing on Canada’s shoulder. He yawns loudly.
“Still not fully awake?”
“Quiet, I didn’t have any coffee this morning.” Canada smiled and leaned his cheek against the top of his brother’s head. He still smelled like campfire after last night’s campout. Canada pushed his nose into America’s hair to find the smells below the smell of pine smoke. There it was, the smell of forests and limestone canyons, big cities and wilderness. He would have to ask America someday what he smelled like to him, did they smell the same? What were the differences?
America sighed and wrapped an arm around Canada’s middle, pulling him backward until they were both leaning deeply into the log behind them. The scent of the forest floor was stirred up around them. Earthy and moist, a few strong smelling flowers added to the perfume of the mountainside. It was calming, there were very few things that were calming in the world.
“Do you want to stay here? We don’t have to go all the way.”
“Are you kidding me? A hero never gives up, we are going up that mountain. Just give me ten minutes.”
“Alright.” America sighed settling into the short nap. Canada wrapped his own arm around him and closed his own eyes, enjoying the embrace of his brother and friend and the wildness that their countries possessed.
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Characters: America, Canada
Prompt: 2. Motion @ 50ficlets, 3. Sport @ 25fluffyfics
Word Count: 607
Rating: G
Summary: Hiking in the mountains is a peaceful journey for the brothers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia
It was a common event between them in the summer. America would go north or Canada would come south and they would go hiking together. Leisure was a gift for them and they enjoyed spending the time together.
They had started before dawn, the better to make it up the mountain before the predictable afternoon thunderstorm. They had woken up in sync, the only sounds between them yawns and the rustling of wrappers as granola was consumed for breakfast. Chewing was the only sound that accompanied the readying of gear and the tying on of hiking boots. They meandered up the mountain side, the comfortable silence between them was soon filled up with the sounds of the subalpine forest waking up. Jays chattered and pine squirrels rustled in the upper branches of the trees. They hiked side by side, shoulders often brushing. Communication was only through a slight touch or a simple gesture, a smile or a joking look.
It had always been this way with them, from before they were even conscious of what they were, before they had become objects of European desire. There had been times in the the past when a walk through the woods would not have been so peaceful. One or the other may have been fleeing death at the hands of his mirror image. Misplaced intentions and misunderstandings had come between them and they hoped things would never have to be that way again.
The rhythm of steps made music on the hard soil of the mountainside. It was a chant declaring that they moved from civilization to wilderness. Unconsciously one reaches out to the other and their fingers entwine. The contact provides intimate awareness of the blood pulsing beneath his neighbor’s skin from the exertions of the hike.
Light descends on the peaks now, the sun just cresting the ridge. The light does not yet touch the space between granite peaks, it has not yet penetrated the spruce and fir canopy of the forest Canada and America are within. They had been walking for a few hours now, it was time for a break. They dropped their packs, reluctantly unwinding their fingers so they can tug the straps off their shoulders. Canada pulls out his water bottle and America flops over, his head landing on Canada’s shoulder. He yawns loudly.
“Still not fully awake?”
“Quiet, I didn’t have any coffee this morning.” Canada smiled and leaned his cheek against the top of his brother’s head. He still smelled like campfire after last night’s campout. Canada pushed his nose into America’s hair to find the smells below the smell of pine smoke. There it was, the smell of forests and limestone canyons, big cities and wilderness. He would have to ask America someday what he smelled like to him, did they smell the same? What were the differences?
America sighed and wrapped an arm around Canada’s middle, pulling him backward until they were both leaning deeply into the log behind them. The scent of the forest floor was stirred up around them. Earthy and moist, a few strong smelling flowers added to the perfume of the mountainside. It was calming, there were very few things that were calming in the world.
“Do you want to stay here? We don’t have to go all the way.”
“Are you kidding me? A hero never gives up, we are going up that mountain. Just give me ten minutes.”
“Alright.” America sighed settling into the short nap. Canada wrapped his own arm around him and closed his own eyes, enjoying the embrace of his brother and friend and the wildness that their countries possessed.