[Hetalia] "Remembering"
TITLE: "Remembering"
AUTHOR: shuriken7
FANDOM: Hetalia
PAIRING: America (Alfred F. Jones)/Japan (Kiku Honda)
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: 8 - Loss @ 20_est_relships, 22. [Asian picture]/Piles of Books Challenge @ 5_prompts
RATING: PG-13 for implied sexual situation and mention of sensitive period of time.
WORD COUNT: 331
SUMMARY: America is reminded of a time when he thought the other was lost to him forever.
WARNINGS: Hetalia deals with personifications of nation-states. Some stories may be historical while others may be examining them as just people.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia.
America couldn’t believe that he was here in his arms, quiet times like this reminded him how at one time he had thought that he had lost him forever. He kissed the skin on his lover’s back. His fingers ghosting over the bare skin. The other man shivered slightly, at the affection across the scars on his back. He wrapped his arms around him, snuggling into the bare shoulder. The crickets chirped outside the window in the light of the full moon. The summer night was warm and the breeze blowing through the window smelled of all kinds of flowers, their perfume sweetening the air around the lovers.
“Alfred, are you weeping?” Japan turned over in America’s arms, so that he could face him. America reached up touching his cheek. He pulled his fingers away to see tears staining his fingertips.
He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, “I guess you were just that good.” Japan furrowed his brow just slightly, America could tell he was contemplating a frown, but the emotion had not yet crossed his face. America knew the other knew he was lying. He sighed and shifted so that he could bury his face into the other’s shoulder. He felt Japan put his arms around him, one hand lightly stroking his hair. “I’m just remembering the time when I almost lost you, when I thought I would have to destroy you completely.”
Japan tightened his arms around him, “This is one of those times when it is best not to remember the past.”
“How do you do that?”
“When you are older you will learn.”
America laughed, once again trying to diffuse the situation, “Yeah, and you still won’t tell me how old you are.”
“Is it important to you?”
“Not really, I guess.” He wrapped up his lover and rolled off him so they were laying side by side. He brushed his lips against the other’s, happiness replacing the sorrow as he began to kiss him back.
AUTHOR: shuriken7
FANDOM: Hetalia
PAIRING: America (Alfred F. Jones)/Japan (Kiku Honda)
GENRE: Slash
PROMPT: 8 - Loss @ 20_est_relships, 22. [Asian picture]/Piles of Books Challenge @ 5_prompts
RATING: PG-13 for implied sexual situation and mention of sensitive period of time.
WORD COUNT: 331
SUMMARY: America is reminded of a time when he thought the other was lost to him forever.
WARNINGS: Hetalia deals with personifications of nation-states. Some stories may be historical while others may be examining them as just people.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Hetalia.
America couldn’t believe that he was here in his arms, quiet times like this reminded him how at one time he had thought that he had lost him forever. He kissed the skin on his lover’s back. His fingers ghosting over the bare skin. The other man shivered slightly, at the affection across the scars on his back. He wrapped his arms around him, snuggling into the bare shoulder. The crickets chirped outside the window in the light of the full moon. The summer night was warm and the breeze blowing through the window smelled of all kinds of flowers, their perfume sweetening the air around the lovers.
“Alfred, are you weeping?” Japan turned over in America’s arms, so that he could face him. America reached up touching his cheek. He pulled his fingers away to see tears staining his fingertips.
He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, “I guess you were just that good.” Japan furrowed his brow just slightly, America could tell he was contemplating a frown, but the emotion had not yet crossed his face. America knew the other knew he was lying. He sighed and shifted so that he could bury his face into the other’s shoulder. He felt Japan put his arms around him, one hand lightly stroking his hair. “I’m just remembering the time when I almost lost you, when I thought I would have to destroy you completely.”
Japan tightened his arms around him, “This is one of those times when it is best not to remember the past.”
“How do you do that?”
“When you are older you will learn.”
America laughed, once again trying to diffuse the situation, “Yeah, and you still won’t tell me how old you are.”
“Is it important to you?”
“Not really, I guess.” He wrapped up his lover and rolled off him so they were laying side by side. He brushed his lips against the other’s, happiness replacing the sorrow as he began to kiss him back.