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And into your arms again [Netherlands/Denmark]
Title: And into your arms again
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Denmark
Rating: 0+
Length: ~750 words
Summary: Netherlands has been away for a while, but when he returns, Denmark is here to welcome him.
Other: Some time during the 17th century. Written for NedDen week. Prompt was "reunion".
And into your arms again
It had been ages since Denmark last saw Netherlands. Or at least, it felt like it was, and for Denmark, that was close enough!
Netherlands had taken off, just like that, sailing to one of those far-away places that seemed to be all the way off the edge of the map, with no way to hear from him, and no knowledge of when he'd be heading back to Europe, either.
The nerve of that guy! Disappearing when he'd known that Denmark would miss him, and not telling him a thing – except for one letter, packed with a few sketches of ships and coastline drawn from memory.
Denmark –
I'm heading east for a while. Don't know when I'll be back.
– Netherlands
But the fact that he'd even done that much said a lot, as far as Denmark was concerned.
So, he waited. And waited. And kept on waiting, aching to hear from him again. He knew better than to try sending letters to him; it wasn't as if the East Indies were close! But he did write letters, and kept them all packed together, ready to send them over whenever his ship returned.
Hey, Neds, I hope the weather's better where you are than it is over here.
Hey, Neds, I hope everything's going well for you. Do you remember that time I was at your place and the two of us got so drunk somebody had to fish us out of a canal? Good times.
Hey, Neds, I miss you.
Months later – finally! – word came. News from Norway, telling that a Dutch fleet had stopped in one of his ports.
I met with him, Norway wrote. And he looked well enough. He asked about you, you know.
And that, as far as Denmark was concerned, was evidence enough that there really was something there, some spark between them.
Not that he'd worried there wasn't! But Netherlands was the kind of guy that could be tough to read even at the best of times.
He sent the letters to Netherlands' place, along with a note.
Come see me when you can. I'll make it worth your while.
As much as he wanted to go to him right away, and meet up with him in Amsterdam when his ship arrived there, Denmark resolved to wait. Netherlands had been away for so long; he would need some time to himself, time with his people. Even Denmark could understand that.
...And after such a long trip, he wasn't likely to be at his most sociable, anyway.
So, Denmark waited. And waited. And waited some more, even if he felt like all that waiting was going to kill him.
When he finally received notice that Netherlands would be coming to see him, his heart felt light. And when news came that the ship he'd been travelling on had come to port, Denmark went down to the harbour to greet him.
Salty sea air and sunshine! What a day. It was as if Netherlands had brought the warmth of the east with him. And this time, he wasn't coming for business, nor because Denmark needed his help. It was a nice change from many of the other occasions when they met.
Just like always, Denmark spotted him easily, towering above everybody else. All the better to go to him, pull him into his arms and hug him tight.
"Did you get my letters?" Denmark asked as he pulled away enough to look at him. He kept him close, though, with his hands on Netherlands' shoulders, just a friendly gesture between pals – nobody else needed to know that Denmark didn't want to let him go.
"Sure." Netherlands snorted. "Did ya have to write so many?"
"'Course! How else would ya know how much I missed you?" It might have been Denmark's imagination, but he could have sworn Netherlands blushed at that. "You'll have to tell me about what you've been up to."
"Sure." For a moment, Netherlands looked uncertain. Uncomfortable, too, and that was no surprised, because he wasn't the most touchy-feely guy in the world. But after a second, he seemed to come to a decision – and reached out to tug Denmark close, pulling him into a quick, tight hug.
It wasn't long, but it was strong and good. Denmark took in the scent of him, the warmth, the tang of tobacco and salt and, he imagined, the spice of far-away islands.
"It's good to see ya," Netherlands muttered by his ear before pulling away. It was just a few words, but that didn't matter.
Denmark knew he meant it. All of them.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Netherlands/Denmark
Rating: 0+
Length: ~750 words
Summary: Netherlands has been away for a while, but when he returns, Denmark is here to welcome him.
Other: Some time during the 17th century. Written for NedDen week. Prompt was "reunion".
And into your arms again
It had been ages since Denmark last saw Netherlands. Or at least, it felt like it was, and for Denmark, that was close enough!
Netherlands had taken off, just like that, sailing to one of those far-away places that seemed to be all the way off the edge of the map, with no way to hear from him, and no knowledge of when he'd be heading back to Europe, either.
The nerve of that guy! Disappearing when he'd known that Denmark would miss him, and not telling him a thing – except for one letter, packed with a few sketches of ships and coastline drawn from memory.
Denmark –
I'm heading east for a while. Don't know when I'll be back.
– Netherlands
But the fact that he'd even done that much said a lot, as far as Denmark was concerned.
So, he waited. And waited. And kept on waiting, aching to hear from him again. He knew better than to try sending letters to him; it wasn't as if the East Indies were close! But he did write letters, and kept them all packed together, ready to send them over whenever his ship returned.
Hey, Neds, I hope the weather's better where you are than it is over here.
Hey, Neds, I hope everything's going well for you. Do you remember that time I was at your place and the two of us got so drunk somebody had to fish us out of a canal? Good times.
Hey, Neds, I miss you.
Months later – finally! – word came. News from Norway, telling that a Dutch fleet had stopped in one of his ports.
I met with him, Norway wrote. And he looked well enough. He asked about you, you know.
And that, as far as Denmark was concerned, was evidence enough that there really was something there, some spark between them.
Not that he'd worried there wasn't! But Netherlands was the kind of guy that could be tough to read even at the best of times.
He sent the letters to Netherlands' place, along with a note.
Come see me when you can. I'll make it worth your while.
As much as he wanted to go to him right away, and meet up with him in Amsterdam when his ship arrived there, Denmark resolved to wait. Netherlands had been away for so long; he would need some time to himself, time with his people. Even Denmark could understand that.
...And after such a long trip, he wasn't likely to be at his most sociable, anyway.
So, Denmark waited. And waited. And waited some more, even if he felt like all that waiting was going to kill him.
When he finally received notice that Netherlands would be coming to see him, his heart felt light. And when news came that the ship he'd been travelling on had come to port, Denmark went down to the harbour to greet him.
Salty sea air and sunshine! What a day. It was as if Netherlands had brought the warmth of the east with him. And this time, he wasn't coming for business, nor because Denmark needed his help. It was a nice change from many of the other occasions when they met.
Just like always, Denmark spotted him easily, towering above everybody else. All the better to go to him, pull him into his arms and hug him tight.
"Did you get my letters?" Denmark asked as he pulled away enough to look at him. He kept him close, though, with his hands on Netherlands' shoulders, just a friendly gesture between pals – nobody else needed to know that Denmark didn't want to let him go.
"Sure." Netherlands snorted. "Did ya have to write so many?"
"'Course! How else would ya know how much I missed you?" It might have been Denmark's imagination, but he could have sworn Netherlands blushed at that. "You'll have to tell me about what you've been up to."
"Sure." For a moment, Netherlands looked uncertain. Uncomfortable, too, and that was no surprised, because he wasn't the most touchy-feely guy in the world. But after a second, he seemed to come to a decision – and reached out to tug Denmark close, pulling him into a quick, tight hug.
It wasn't long, but it was strong and good. Denmark took in the scent of him, the warmth, the tang of tobacco and salt and, he imagined, the spice of far-away islands.
"It's good to see ya," Netherlands muttered by his ear before pulling away. It was just a few words, but that didn't matter.
Denmark knew he meant it. All of them.