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hetalia2010-07-05 12:06 am
juicypuffin.livejournal.com) wrote in hetalia2010-07-05 12:06 am
Entry tags:
Drabble + Fan Soundtrack
Rating: For everyone
Characters: Iceland and Denmark
Note: This was done in one draft. Except for the last paragraph, that was two drafts.
Denmark stirs something too violently, spilling flour onto his apron and the countertop. He’s singing something merry but Iceland prefers a sadder tune, of seagulls and time passing by.
He won't clean it up. Later Iceland will have to wipe the mess off, damp rag in one hand, in a late hour when he’ll be tempted to leave it for the next day. Denmark will take the leftovers home as well, he thinks. The two of them are incompatible, and Iceland’s going to keep it that way.
"What are you making?" Iceland asks, fingering the rings on the table from Denmark's glass. He doesn't get an answer, only a wink that he misses because his gaze is still focused on the wood. He wonders why Denmark drinks so much, why they all drink so much, and why he isn’t drinking now – because there’s nothing in the fridge.
“I feel like traditional food. But not your traditional food,” He mutters, but quietly so Denmark won’t hear. Norway hasn’t arrived yet, because Iceland never asked him to, but he half-hopes his friend will show up anyway. Denmark’s humming and idle chatter, his jokes to himself as he sets the timer on the oven, are making Iceland lonelier and lonelier with each passing second.
xxx
Fan Soundtrack is here. They're not songs I think describe Iceland, they're just the songs I listen to when I'm writing him. Tracklist is here.
Characters: Iceland and Denmark
Note: This was done in one draft. Except for the last paragraph, that was two drafts.
Denmark stirs something too violently, spilling flour onto his apron and the countertop. He’s singing something merry but Iceland prefers a sadder tune, of seagulls and time passing by.
He won't clean it up. Later Iceland will have to wipe the mess off, damp rag in one hand, in a late hour when he’ll be tempted to leave it for the next day. Denmark will take the leftovers home as well, he thinks. The two of them are incompatible, and Iceland’s going to keep it that way.
"What are you making?" Iceland asks, fingering the rings on the table from Denmark's glass. He doesn't get an answer, only a wink that he misses because his gaze is still focused on the wood. He wonders why Denmark drinks so much, why they all drink so much, and why he isn’t drinking now – because there’s nothing in the fridge.
“I feel like traditional food. But not your traditional food,” He mutters, but quietly so Denmark won’t hear. Norway hasn’t arrived yet, because Iceland never asked him to, but he half-hopes his friend will show up anyway. Denmark’s humming and idle chatter, his jokes to himself as he sets the timer on the oven, are making Iceland lonelier and lonelier with each passing second.
xxx
Fan Soundtrack is here. They're not songs I think describe Iceland, they're just the songs I listen to when I'm writing him. Tracklist is here.
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