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Title: Chaotic Tunes Under the Cold Snow
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chopinston
Characters: Switzerland (Vash) and Austria (Roderich) [Swiss/Austria]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 637
Warnings: Clearly slash, kissing, and pushing
Disclaimer: All Axis Powers Hetalia characters belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya
Summary: Vash visits Roderich to complain about the issues that has happened in his land. Roderich refused to take responsibility, and an unexpected turn of events occur
Clang!
The sound of piano resonates inside a spacious room located inside Austria's mansion. It resonates, resonates, and resonates over and over again making a horrible sound that someone might wonder-- Why is Austria playing such chaotic piece? But in truth, he was not. He was not playing that shining and glimmering piano which keys were in black and white. He was rather...caught up in the moment by someone who unexpectedly came today in his mansion. Who was it? It was...
Clang!
"I told you...hnn, not to move! You know you will hurt yourself if you keep moving back!" That rough and tempered voice belongs to who else but Switzerland? And then the sweat. It was cold in the mansion and it was snowing outside, but both Vash and Roderich cannot undo the glistening moisture that was lingering on their skin. They were both close...too close if someone had saw what they were doing.
Vash was on top of Roderich and was flustering and red, redder than that of Spain's tomato. It was rage that brought him to this and he doesn't know how to stop. Roderich on the other hand, was in pain, especially on the part of his buttocks. He was pushed and pushed many times by Vash towards the piano and because of that, Roderich's back kept hitting the piano keys, unintended. There was no real story for how this happened. Vash just waltzed in Roderich's mansion and started to complain about the issues that he has been experiencing and he wanted Roderich to be responsible for it. Roderich at the time was peacefully playing his piano, moving his hands here and there and gracefully; Tune after tune created music that resonates through most part of the mansion. But as Vash appeared, a quarrel happened and there they were being close, Vash being more dominant than Austria who was stunned just above the piano keys.
"W-Why are you even doing this, Vash? Ugh...as i said before, i am not responsible for your country's condition." Roderich explained. This was probably the seventh time that the brown haired upper-class men said this to Vash but all means of words are at waste. Vash doesn't want Roderich to speak. He just wanted him to be quiet and follow his demands as he still believes that Roderich is at fault. The tempered and blonde young Vash hits the piano keys with his right fist.
"S-Shut up!" Vash angrily said.
"I don't want another word from you until you fix everything that happened back in my land!" Vash continued.
"I know. I know that your land has been overrun by problems and such, but still i cannot--" Austria replied, but as soon as he did, Vash pushed the brown haired man back and that man happens to hit the piano keys again. Hard.
"I said not another word. You are not moving until you say yes." Vash makes his point. His left hand pushed back Roderich in place so he does not move. His right makes its way under Roderich's clothing and around his vital regions and kept pushing back the upper-class men. His lips...went straight on to Roderich's mouth. As it was painful for Vash to do this-- It was like before. He could not stop. He cannot stop halfway upon doing this until Roderich hears out and obeys his words. Meanwhile, Roderich is somehow still stunned. He neither can move or do anything. His only choice is to maybe obey Vash's words...because he can no longer be in this state. His buttocks is going to have a trauma if this keeps happening. Though it was in a mix of pleasure and pain...where Roderich's mind is in between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Clang! The sound of the piano keys resonating that horrible sound can now be heard, once again...
[OOC: Tell me if this fic is actually is somehow NC-17/Mature since i was torn between that and PG-13 8D; If it in fact is, i will lock this post]
Title: Red, White, and Blue
Author:chopinston
Characters: US (Alfred) and UK (Arthur) [Slight US/UK]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1808
Warnings: Hugging, Bond!UK, Captain America!US (Mentioned)
Disclaimer: All Axis Powers Hetalia characters belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya
Summary: England is sitting alone in his living room, watching TV while the rain keeps dripping outside of his house. Just as he was enjoying the quiet night, America arrived on the doorstep of his house...messy. Mentions of heroes and such
Click…
England clicks at the buttons that were on top of the black and long remote control that he was holding with his right hand. The blonde haired gentleman shuffles from channels to channels of television program on that cold and rainy night. He was all alone at home, covered up in a thick cotton blanket, sitting on the sofa that is facing the television in front and also the coffee table. A warm cup of tea was on that coffee table and beside it, was an almost thick book that had a green cover and golden colored borders. The title is barely visible because of the night shadow that was cast upon it, but of course, England was more occupied with changing the television programs.
“Hmm…it certainly is cold today. Worst of all is the fact that there is nothing good on this blasted television,” England grumbles to himself and complaining of how there is nothing good on show. The surface of his nose is pinkish-red and he would sooner or later catch a cold from the rainy weather. And with the bad mood that he is in lately, his condition is not getting any better. Not at all.
Knock knock…
“Hmm?” England paused himself. He turns his head to look at the empty hallway that was connected to the open living room and he recalled what he heard. A knock on the door? In a weather like this and at this hour? Whoever it is, that person must be crazy or it was either an emergency that he or she had to come on a time like this. England stood up, still wrapping the blanket around his body. He decided to check who was this…late visitor is. The blonde man’s feet was moving slowly and carefully, making his way through the dark halls of his house until he reached the front door. He took a slight peek at the side windows before opening the door, but his vision were blurred thanks to the foggy glass.
“What idiot would come to my house at this kind of hour and weather--“ England complained yet again like he always does. But, as soon as he opens the door, he was both surprised with a little bit of shock.
“Hey England! Sorry to bother you at a time like this, but mind if I crash at your place?” My, my…it was America. And what’s this? His clothes were tattered and his hair was all messy. Not to mention his dirty face and the man was clearly soaked!
England almost refused to let him in. Usually he would just slam the door, followed with a simple ”No” to America right on his face. If America disturbs or visits England at a bad timing, usually on England’s quiet time or like right now. But not this time…looking at America’s condition, there would be now way England would leave the glasses-wearing blonde alone. England sighed and then nods. “Fine, just come in and make sure you leave your dirty shoes here. You can change those wet clothes in my room. Go upstairs and it is to the left of the guest room. The laundry that you sent me is in the right shelf of the armoire. You can wear that if you want.”
“Thanks, England! I’ll be sure to change first!” America came into the house and went straight upstairs to change while England makes his way back to the living room. The television that he now faces shows the news channel, just after some commercials. England sat back on the sofa, tightening the blanket around him. The news announcer reported some news such as about an elderly woman who got stuck in the mud after becoming trapped while walking her dog. And then continues, covering other news. Nothing catches his eye while watching the program. The gentleman picks up the warm tea above the coffee table and takes a sip of it-- Over and over again. He decides to go to sleep if there was nothing worth watching…of course, that is what he thought. Just some minutes afterward, the news announcer starts to cover something about superheroes. ”America: Zero or Hero?”
“It has been reported today, a criminal with the initial of BB was arrested by the police as of today. The captive of this criminal was all thanks to the American hero, Captain America,” England paused himself. The cup of tea was still in his hand and near his mouth. He stopped sipping it to get a better look of the news. “The identity of this iconic hero is still being researched, but it has come to a theory that the true identity of Captain America is a man named Alfred Jones. Though it was still unclear as these data were received by witnesses,” one two three-- England spurted out the tea that was in his mouth when he heard the continued part of the news. Could this be the reason why he--
“Wait? It was already on the news!? Damn, that was fast.” America appeared out of nowhere. He was right beside England, behind the sofa and placing his hands at the upper edge of the sofa.
“Good grief! America, you shouldn’t surprise me like that!” England yelled at the glasses-wearing blonde with an irritated face. “So you already changed. Are you feeling better now?”
“Yeah! Good thing I sent you my laundries. I would never be able to clean clothes and dry it like the way you do, England.” America stood up and walked to the front. He took a sit on the sofa, beside England, and he put his eyes on the television that was now in front of him.
England needs to break the ice and ask this to the person who is now beside him. Actually, he knows about America’s little secret since way back, but he wanted to ask something else. He wanted to ask what happened to America. He-- Was worried.
“So, you went crime fighting again like the old days? I am surprised that you haven’t retired being a hero.” England said while putting his cup of tea back on top of the coffee table.
“Well, you know my obsession of being a hero and saving the day! Of course, I am being undercover as Captain America only for today.” America answered as he still placed his eye to the television.
“For today? Ah…I see. You still have other identities at your disposal,” England nods and also watches the rest of the news. “You still play around being Superman? How childish you are, America.”
“At least I’m not the one who plays with guns and gadgets-- Agent Bond.” America then turns his attention to the cold and almost sick England, followed by a teasing look on his face. America then realizes something. England is ill? The blanket and his pinkish red nose is a hint. He didn’t notice that until now.
“Sod off! Mind you, I feel very happy being a secret agent! It is thrilling and well-- I am forced by my boss to do it so I had no other choice but to follow. It is for the country’s sake-- Hachoo!” England sneezed just right after. The rain outside started to get heavier and the sound of raindrops hitting the roof and the trees echoes…creates sounds that are alike to music.
America is the one who looks worried right now. He turns his head left and right, looking for a tissue but there wasn’t even one sheet of it in sight. The glasses-wearing blonde stood up once again and he headed to the kitchen, finding a box of tissue there and then bringing it back to the living room. He gave England one sheet of tissue that the blonde gentleman accepted and then he cleaned the sides of his nose, followed by placing the now bundled up tissue on the coffee table.
“Hey England, since when did you catch a cold?” America asked.
“Ugh…I am guessing it was around a few days ago. The weather has not been kind to me lately.” England answered, tightening his grip on the blanket.
“You know, you should really take care of yourself. That’s why I told you to exercise everyday didn’t I? I mean, your body isn’t really in great shape.” America sighed as he tries to make a point.
“I didn’t have the time to do it, understand? This cold will heal in a couple of days so don’t worry about it.” England argued and fights back at America’s advice.
“But don’t you remember about the fever that you had some time ago? The condition went worst! So-- Are you still cold?” America asked again to England, but smiles at the end.
“Well, of course. What do you think?” England replied, touching his now red nose.
“Then I know the perfect way to warm you up!” America went smiling like happy and hugged England. Really tight. England was surprised by this but by any means, he had no power to fight back. And truthfully, America’s hug was too strong for him to break free. England flustered and he was blushing red on his cheeks. More importantly, he was warm.
“A-America! What are you doing, hugging me like this!? A-And why so strong!?”
“This is to warm you up! I know, burgers didn’t work before, so I figured you’ll be warmer like this! Anyway, don’t you remember? I am a hero, so I’m naturally strong!”
“Damn…don’t you have any hero work to be done?”
“Not that I remembered…it is also raining outside, so I think I will stay here for today.” America replied to England’s question. He released his hug and then the glasses-wearing hero was on his feet again. “So, I’m heading back to the kitchen again to make you a nice and warm chicken burger. Stay here and keep yourself warm, okay?” America picked up the empty cup above the coffee table, that was the one that England just drank, and he went to the kitchen.
England sighed as America leaves. He turned his attention back into the television which was now showing the cooking program. But clearly, England could not concentrate. He keeps glancing back at the kitchen which was now lit. He was thinking of how America hugged him. It has been long since they had a hug. It would always be England who has to hug America when he took care of him, comforting him when he cried, comforting him when he was sad. But now-- The feeling wasn’t the same. When America hugged him, something different rose from his emotions. It was unexplainable but…
He is red, the blush on his cheeks. He is white, the complexion and the tone of his skin. And he is blue, being cold under the heavy rain.
[OOC: Reference of Bond!UK and Captain America!US was from a fanart a member did and posted in this commu but i tried to search it and didn't find it orz;]
Author:
chopinstonCharacters: Switzerland (Vash) and Austria (Roderich) [Swiss/Austria]
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 637
Warnings: Clearly slash, kissing, and pushing
Disclaimer: All Axis Powers Hetalia characters belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya
Summary: Vash visits Roderich to complain about the issues that has happened in his land. Roderich refused to take responsibility, and an unexpected turn of events occur
Clang!
The sound of piano resonates inside a spacious room located inside Austria's mansion. It resonates, resonates, and resonates over and over again making a horrible sound that someone might wonder-- Why is Austria playing such chaotic piece? But in truth, he was not. He was not playing that shining and glimmering piano which keys were in black and white. He was rather...caught up in the moment by someone who unexpectedly came today in his mansion. Who was it? It was...
Clang!
"I told you...hnn, not to move! You know you will hurt yourself if you keep moving back!" That rough and tempered voice belongs to who else but Switzerland? And then the sweat. It was cold in the mansion and it was snowing outside, but both Vash and Roderich cannot undo the glistening moisture that was lingering on their skin. They were both close...too close if someone had saw what they were doing.
Vash was on top of Roderich and was flustering and red, redder than that of Spain's tomato. It was rage that brought him to this and he doesn't know how to stop. Roderich on the other hand, was in pain, especially on the part of his buttocks. He was pushed and pushed many times by Vash towards the piano and because of that, Roderich's back kept hitting the piano keys, unintended. There was no real story for how this happened. Vash just waltzed in Roderich's mansion and started to complain about the issues that he has been experiencing and he wanted Roderich to be responsible for it. Roderich at the time was peacefully playing his piano, moving his hands here and there and gracefully; Tune after tune created music that resonates through most part of the mansion. But as Vash appeared, a quarrel happened and there they were being close, Vash being more dominant than Austria who was stunned just above the piano keys.
"W-Why are you even doing this, Vash? Ugh...as i said before, i am not responsible for your country's condition." Roderich explained. This was probably the seventh time that the brown haired upper-class men said this to Vash but all means of words are at waste. Vash doesn't want Roderich to speak. He just wanted him to be quiet and follow his demands as he still believes that Roderich is at fault. The tempered and blonde young Vash hits the piano keys with his right fist.
"S-Shut up!" Vash angrily said.
"I don't want another word from you until you fix everything that happened back in my land!" Vash continued.
"I know. I know that your land has been overrun by problems and such, but still i cannot--" Austria replied, but as soon as he did, Vash pushed the brown haired man back and that man happens to hit the piano keys again. Hard.
"I said not another word. You are not moving until you say yes." Vash makes his point. His left hand pushed back Roderich in place so he does not move. His right makes its way under Roderich's clothing and around his vital regions and kept pushing back the upper-class men. His lips...went straight on to Roderich's mouth. As it was painful for Vash to do this-- It was like before. He could not stop. He cannot stop halfway upon doing this until Roderich hears out and obeys his words. Meanwhile, Roderich is somehow still stunned. He neither can move or do anything. His only choice is to maybe obey Vash's words...because he can no longer be in this state. His buttocks is going to have a trauma if this keeps happening. Though it was in a mix of pleasure and pain...where Roderich's mind is in between consciousness and unconsciousness.
Clang! The sound of the piano keys resonating that horrible sound can now be heard, once again...
[OOC: Tell me if this fic is actually is somehow NC-17/Mature since i was torn between that and PG-13 8D; If it in fact is, i will lock this post]
Title: Red, White, and Blue
Author:
chopinstonCharacters: US (Alfred) and UK (Arthur) [Slight US/UK]
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1808
Warnings: Hugging, Bond!UK, Captain America!US (Mentioned)
Disclaimer: All Axis Powers Hetalia characters belongs to Hidekazu Himaruya
Summary: England is sitting alone in his living room, watching TV while the rain keeps dripping outside of his house. Just as he was enjoying the quiet night, America arrived on the doorstep of his house...messy. Mentions of heroes and such
Click…
England clicks at the buttons that were on top of the black and long remote control that he was holding with his right hand. The blonde haired gentleman shuffles from channels to channels of television program on that cold and rainy night. He was all alone at home, covered up in a thick cotton blanket, sitting on the sofa that is facing the television in front and also the coffee table. A warm cup of tea was on that coffee table and beside it, was an almost thick book that had a green cover and golden colored borders. The title is barely visible because of the night shadow that was cast upon it, but of course, England was more occupied with changing the television programs.
“Hmm…it certainly is cold today. Worst of all is the fact that there is nothing good on this blasted television,” England grumbles to himself and complaining of how there is nothing good on show. The surface of his nose is pinkish-red and he would sooner or later catch a cold from the rainy weather. And with the bad mood that he is in lately, his condition is not getting any better. Not at all.
Knock knock…
“Hmm?” England paused himself. He turns his head to look at the empty hallway that was connected to the open living room and he recalled what he heard. A knock on the door? In a weather like this and at this hour? Whoever it is, that person must be crazy or it was either an emergency that he or she had to come on a time like this. England stood up, still wrapping the blanket around his body. He decided to check who was this…late visitor is. The blonde man’s feet was moving slowly and carefully, making his way through the dark halls of his house until he reached the front door. He took a slight peek at the side windows before opening the door, but his vision were blurred thanks to the foggy glass.
“What idiot would come to my house at this kind of hour and weather--“ England complained yet again like he always does. But, as soon as he opens the door, he was both surprised with a little bit of shock.
“Hey England! Sorry to bother you at a time like this, but mind if I crash at your place?” My, my…it was America. And what’s this? His clothes were tattered and his hair was all messy. Not to mention his dirty face and the man was clearly soaked!
England almost refused to let him in. Usually he would just slam the door, followed with a simple ”No” to America right on his face. If America disturbs or visits England at a bad timing, usually on England’s quiet time or like right now. But not this time…looking at America’s condition, there would be now way England would leave the glasses-wearing blonde alone. England sighed and then nods. “Fine, just come in and make sure you leave your dirty shoes here. You can change those wet clothes in my room. Go upstairs and it is to the left of the guest room. The laundry that you sent me is in the right shelf of the armoire. You can wear that if you want.”
“Thanks, England! I’ll be sure to change first!” America came into the house and went straight upstairs to change while England makes his way back to the living room. The television that he now faces shows the news channel, just after some commercials. England sat back on the sofa, tightening the blanket around him. The news announcer reported some news such as about an elderly woman who got stuck in the mud after becoming trapped while walking her dog. And then continues, covering other news. Nothing catches his eye while watching the program. The gentleman picks up the warm tea above the coffee table and takes a sip of it-- Over and over again. He decides to go to sleep if there was nothing worth watching…of course, that is what he thought. Just some minutes afterward, the news announcer starts to cover something about superheroes. ”America: Zero or Hero?”
“It has been reported today, a criminal with the initial of BB was arrested by the police as of today. The captive of this criminal was all thanks to the American hero, Captain America,” England paused himself. The cup of tea was still in his hand and near his mouth. He stopped sipping it to get a better look of the news. “The identity of this iconic hero is still being researched, but it has come to a theory that the true identity of Captain America is a man named Alfred Jones. Though it was still unclear as these data were received by witnesses,” one two three-- England spurted out the tea that was in his mouth when he heard the continued part of the news. Could this be the reason why he--
“Wait? It was already on the news!? Damn, that was fast.” America appeared out of nowhere. He was right beside England, behind the sofa and placing his hands at the upper edge of the sofa.
“Good grief! America, you shouldn’t surprise me like that!” England yelled at the glasses-wearing blonde with an irritated face. “So you already changed. Are you feeling better now?”
“Yeah! Good thing I sent you my laundries. I would never be able to clean clothes and dry it like the way you do, England.” America stood up and walked to the front. He took a sit on the sofa, beside England, and he put his eyes on the television that was now in front of him.
England needs to break the ice and ask this to the person who is now beside him. Actually, he knows about America’s little secret since way back, but he wanted to ask something else. He wanted to ask what happened to America. He-- Was worried.
“So, you went crime fighting again like the old days? I am surprised that you haven’t retired being a hero.” England said while putting his cup of tea back on top of the coffee table.
“Well, you know my obsession of being a hero and saving the day! Of course, I am being undercover as Captain America only for today.” America answered as he still placed his eye to the television.
“For today? Ah…I see. You still have other identities at your disposal,” England nods and also watches the rest of the news. “You still play around being Superman? How childish you are, America.”
“At least I’m not the one who plays with guns and gadgets-- Agent Bond.” America then turns his attention to the cold and almost sick England, followed by a teasing look on his face. America then realizes something. England is ill? The blanket and his pinkish red nose is a hint. He didn’t notice that until now.
“Sod off! Mind you, I feel very happy being a secret agent! It is thrilling and well-- I am forced by my boss to do it so I had no other choice but to follow. It is for the country’s sake-- Hachoo!” England sneezed just right after. The rain outside started to get heavier and the sound of raindrops hitting the roof and the trees echoes…creates sounds that are alike to music.
America is the one who looks worried right now. He turns his head left and right, looking for a tissue but there wasn’t even one sheet of it in sight. The glasses-wearing blonde stood up once again and he headed to the kitchen, finding a box of tissue there and then bringing it back to the living room. He gave England one sheet of tissue that the blonde gentleman accepted and then he cleaned the sides of his nose, followed by placing the now bundled up tissue on the coffee table.
“Hey England, since when did you catch a cold?” America asked.
“Ugh…I am guessing it was around a few days ago. The weather has not been kind to me lately.” England answered, tightening his grip on the blanket.
“You know, you should really take care of yourself. That’s why I told you to exercise everyday didn’t I? I mean, your body isn’t really in great shape.” America sighed as he tries to make a point.
“I didn’t have the time to do it, understand? This cold will heal in a couple of days so don’t worry about it.” England argued and fights back at America’s advice.
“But don’t you remember about the fever that you had some time ago? The condition went worst! So-- Are you still cold?” America asked again to England, but smiles at the end.
“Well, of course. What do you think?” England replied, touching his now red nose.
“Then I know the perfect way to warm you up!” America went smiling like happy and hugged England. Really tight. England was surprised by this but by any means, he had no power to fight back. And truthfully, America’s hug was too strong for him to break free. England flustered and he was blushing red on his cheeks. More importantly, he was warm.
“A-America! What are you doing, hugging me like this!? A-And why so strong!?”
“This is to warm you up! I know, burgers didn’t work before, so I figured you’ll be warmer like this! Anyway, don’t you remember? I am a hero, so I’m naturally strong!”
“Damn…don’t you have any hero work to be done?”
“Not that I remembered…it is also raining outside, so I think I will stay here for today.” America replied to England’s question. He released his hug and then the glasses-wearing hero was on his feet again. “So, I’m heading back to the kitchen again to make you a nice and warm chicken burger. Stay here and keep yourself warm, okay?” America picked up the empty cup above the coffee table, that was the one that England just drank, and he went to the kitchen.
England sighed as America leaves. He turned his attention back into the television which was now showing the cooking program. But clearly, England could not concentrate. He keeps glancing back at the kitchen which was now lit. He was thinking of how America hugged him. It has been long since they had a hug. It would always be England who has to hug America when he took care of him, comforting him when he cried, comforting him when he was sad. But now-- The feeling wasn’t the same. When America hugged him, something different rose from his emotions. It was unexplainable but…
He is red, the blush on his cheeks. He is white, the complexion and the tone of his skin. And he is blue, being cold under the heavy rain.
[OOC: Reference of Bond!UK and Captain America!US was from a fanart a member did and posted in this commu but i tried to search it and didn't find it orz;]
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Yes, and we could never have enough US/UK XD
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I was a little unsatisfied with the US/UK but oh well, thanks for reading anyway XD
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