[Hetalia] "New Beginnings"
Finishing off the England Drabble123 challenge table with the boys being dorky with each other! xD
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Title: "New Beginnings"
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: America/England
Table: In the Dark
Prompt: 20. Writer's choice - Kiss in the Dark, 19. Last night on earth, 7. A midnight clear, 13. Tender is the night, and 9. The night we met.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some are historical in nature and other's are examining them as just people.
Summary: England had just wanted to shut him up, but it turned into something else entirely.
Word Count: 100 for each.
Kiss in the Dark
He had been trying to find a way to shut the fool up. Even now, as he was still pressed up against the other man’s chest their lips together, he wasn’t sure what had compelled him to do it. Yet, now that he had done it, he couldn’t deny how right it felt. His grip on the other’s shirt loosened as he leaned in. He had been shocked when he hadn’t been knocked across the room. He was sure his heart was beating wildly, and beneath his palm he could feel America’s keeping pace. Nothing would ever be the same.
Last Night on Earth
In the darkness, they stood there, awkwardly. The kiss still fresh in their minds, their hands still in unsure positions on each other’s body.
“America, I’m sorry, the was completely inappropriate... I’ll... go...” he said, apologetically. However, he couldn’t bring himself to move away. He felt like his world had ended, in his heart, he knew things would not be like before. He received silence in return. England felt his face heating up, in embarrassment. “I-I apologize...”
He was sure he would die of humiliation this time, there was no way America wouldn’t gossip about this...
“England, don’t go.”
A Midnight Clear
“What?”
“I said, don’t go.”
“Wait, you’re not disgusted?”
“Should I be? You don’t have a cold or something do you? Am I gonna get sick? I seriously can’t get sick right now--”
“I am not sick!”
“Then why are you acting odd?”
“I’m not being odd, you’re being weird.”
“I kissed you!”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have a problem with that?”
“Should I?”
“America if you are making fun of me, I will...”
“Will what?”
“Beat you within an inch of your life!”
“Yeah. Right. Are we going to kiss again?”
England spluttered at that, not sure how to respond.
Tender is the Night
It had just started with the simple kiss, to make him quiet. England never dreamed that a moment’s impulse would change everything.
“So... are we going to kiss again or not?” England was sure his face was bright red, he was grateful for the moonlight, all colors washed out. England opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say. What had started as an argument in the corridor, had turned into... he was not sure what. America watched him for a moment, then rolled his eyes and grabbed the weakly protesting Englishman and pressed their lips together once more.
The Night We (Really) Met
England’s heart fluttered as the American moved his lips against his. He sensed America was hoping to make up for his obvious inexperience with enthusiasm. He couldn’t help but wonder how many people he had done this with. England decided that he didn’t care. He wanted to be the last one.
Today was the beginning, not of the end, like some ventures were when they involved the nation in question, but of something for them. The thought was as terrifying as it was exciting, and England was determined to see what this became, hoping it wouldn’t involve another broken heart.
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Title: "New Beginnings"
Author: shuriken7
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: America/England
Table: In the Dark
Prompt: 20. Writer's choice - Kiss in the Dark, 19. Last night on earth, 7. A midnight clear, 13. Tender is the night, and 9. The night we met.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Hetalia deals with the personification of nation-states. Some are historical in nature and other's are examining them as just people.
Summary: England had just wanted to shut him up, but it turned into something else entirely.
Word Count: 100 for each.
Kiss in the Dark
He had been trying to find a way to shut the fool up. Even now, as he was still pressed up against the other man’s chest their lips together, he wasn’t sure what had compelled him to do it. Yet, now that he had done it, he couldn’t deny how right it felt. His grip on the other’s shirt loosened as he leaned in. He had been shocked when he hadn’t been knocked across the room. He was sure his heart was beating wildly, and beneath his palm he could feel America’s keeping pace. Nothing would ever be the same.
Last Night on Earth
In the darkness, they stood there, awkwardly. The kiss still fresh in their minds, their hands still in unsure positions on each other’s body.
“America, I’m sorry, the was completely inappropriate... I’ll... go...” he said, apologetically. However, he couldn’t bring himself to move away. He felt like his world had ended, in his heart, he knew things would not be like before. He received silence in return. England felt his face heating up, in embarrassment. “I-I apologize...”
He was sure he would die of humiliation this time, there was no way America wouldn’t gossip about this...
“England, don’t go.”
A Midnight Clear
“What?”
“I said, don’t go.”
“Wait, you’re not disgusted?”
“Should I be? You don’t have a cold or something do you? Am I gonna get sick? I seriously can’t get sick right now--”
“I am not sick!”
“Then why are you acting odd?”
“I’m not being odd, you’re being weird.”
“I kissed you!”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t have a problem with that?”
“Should I?”
“America if you are making fun of me, I will...”
“Will what?”
“Beat you within an inch of your life!”
“Yeah. Right. Are we going to kiss again?”
England spluttered at that, not sure how to respond.
Tender is the Night
It had just started with the simple kiss, to make him quiet. England never dreamed that a moment’s impulse would change everything.
“So... are we going to kiss again or not?” England was sure his face was bright red, he was grateful for the moonlight, all colors washed out. England opened and closed his mouth, unsure of what to say. What had started as an argument in the corridor, had turned into... he was not sure what. America watched him for a moment, then rolled his eyes and grabbed the weakly protesting Englishman and pressed their lips together once more.
The Night We (Really) Met
England’s heart fluttered as the American moved his lips against his. He sensed America was hoping to make up for his obvious inexperience with enthusiasm. He couldn’t help but wonder how many people he had done this with. England decided that he didn’t care. He wanted to be the last one.
Today was the beginning, not of the end, like some ventures were when they involved the nation in question, but of something for them. The thought was as terrifying as it was exciting, and England was determined to see what this became, hoping it wouldn’t involve another broken heart.