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In the quiet [Hong Kong/Norway]
Title: In the quiet
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Hong Kong/Norway
Rating: 0+
Length: ~750 words
Summary: They've been seeing each other a while, but there are still some things they aren't sure about, not quite.
Other: Partly inspired by a certain conversation.
In the quiet
"Missed the colour've your eyes, you know."
Sunlight spills through the window, even though it's well into the evening. Bright out, but not the kind of bright Hong Kong is used to. The air is warm but it tastes sharp and green and clean. They'd stripped the bed of its quilts and now they rest there together, skin to skin, close in spite of the heat.
Hong Kong can barely hear Norway's soft, low murmur.
It's the end of a long day, most it spent out together in the woods behind Norway's place. And it's been too long since they've last been face to face. But here Hong Kong is, and there Norway is, and when Norway'd said they ought to go up to the bedroom, Hong Kong hadn't thought that he was talking about cuddling.
"Uh, what?" Hong Kong says, and wishes he could take it back. It makes it sound like he isn't paying attention, even though he is, or like he doesn't understand what Norway said, even though he does. Sort of.
"Them eyen of yourn," Norway mutters, and this time he really is talking weird just to be an ass. "Downright seemly."
Hong Kong turns his head a bit to look at him. Brushes his fringe out of his face, just so Norway can get a look at those pretty eyes he apparently missed so much. Then nudges at him with his foot, as if to poke him into making more sense. "I have no idea what you mean."
He waits. Norway doesn't say anything. Just glances at Hong Kong for a moment, and then keeps looking. It's a little unnerving, but not as much as it could be. Because they're close, so close, and there's a reason that they're together like this, and even though he's staring Norway doesn't look annoyed or cold or judgmental – but he never does when they're together, not ever. Not to Hong Kong.
Norway's the first to break eye contact, looking away, staring up toward the ceiling like he needs to think about what he means.
"Those pictures you've been sending me. They don't... they ain't a substitute for the real thing."
It's different, hearing him stumble over his words like that. And Hong Kong thinks he sees a blush creeping over his cheeks, or maybe it's just a trick of the light, some combination of the evening sun and the shadows in the room.
He also sees the tired set to Norway's eyes. The way the years seem heavy in them. He still doesn't know, isn't sure why Norway allows him to be this close. He has no idea what could make an independent nation want to open his personal life to him. But after the first few months of this, seeing each other like this, he decided not to question it.
He doesn't ask now, either. "I missed you too," Hong Kong says, and means it.
"That so."
"Yeah." A prod to the side, like he can't believe Norway would think otherwise. "It's so."
Norway snorts, sounding like he isn't sure if he should believe it. Or like it's surprising. Like it's something he wouldn't expect to hear, even though they've been seeing each other off and on for a few years. But he seems to be willing to accept it for now, as he murmurs, "All right," and leaves it at that.
"I mean it, you know," Hong Kong says after a minute, not wanting to press him about it or anything, but just wanting him to know, wanting him to be sure of it.
"I know."
A smile tugs at the corner of Norway's lips, and Hong Kong knows better than to say anything about it, because then it won't just be a small smile, it'll be a blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile, and he doesn't want to miss it.
Hong Kong slides his hand over. Brushes his fingers against Norway's cheek, still warm from the blush, or the sunlight, or whatever it was that he saw there before. Bites at his lip when Norway tilts his head to kiss them.
He wonders about those words, that flicker of something that might be uncertainty. Or insecurity. Thinks about asking, but doesn't. If Norway says he knows that Hong Kong means what he says, then he knows, even if he doesn't understand.
That's fine, Hong Kong thinks as he moves, stealing a kiss from Norway, a proper one. Maybe they don't need all the answers right now.
They have all the time in the world to figure things out.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Hong Kong/Norway
Rating: 0+
Length: ~750 words
Summary: They've been seeing each other a while, but there are still some things they aren't sure about, not quite.
Other: Partly inspired by a certain conversation.
In the quiet
"Missed the colour've your eyes, you know."
Sunlight spills through the window, even though it's well into the evening. Bright out, but not the kind of bright Hong Kong is used to. The air is warm but it tastes sharp and green and clean. They'd stripped the bed of its quilts and now they rest there together, skin to skin, close in spite of the heat.
Hong Kong can barely hear Norway's soft, low murmur.
It's the end of a long day, most it spent out together in the woods behind Norway's place. And it's been too long since they've last been face to face. But here Hong Kong is, and there Norway is, and when Norway'd said they ought to go up to the bedroom, Hong Kong hadn't thought that he was talking about cuddling.
"Uh, what?" Hong Kong says, and wishes he could take it back. It makes it sound like he isn't paying attention, even though he is, or like he doesn't understand what Norway said, even though he does. Sort of.
"Them eyen of yourn," Norway mutters, and this time he really is talking weird just to be an ass. "Downright seemly."
Hong Kong turns his head a bit to look at him. Brushes his fringe out of his face, just so Norway can get a look at those pretty eyes he apparently missed so much. Then nudges at him with his foot, as if to poke him into making more sense. "I have no idea what you mean."
He waits. Norway doesn't say anything. Just glances at Hong Kong for a moment, and then keeps looking. It's a little unnerving, but not as much as it could be. Because they're close, so close, and there's a reason that they're together like this, and even though he's staring Norway doesn't look annoyed or cold or judgmental – but he never does when they're together, not ever. Not to Hong Kong.
Norway's the first to break eye contact, looking away, staring up toward the ceiling like he needs to think about what he means.
"Those pictures you've been sending me. They don't... they ain't a substitute for the real thing."
It's different, hearing him stumble over his words like that. And Hong Kong thinks he sees a blush creeping over his cheeks, or maybe it's just a trick of the light, some combination of the evening sun and the shadows in the room.
He also sees the tired set to Norway's eyes. The way the years seem heavy in them. He still doesn't know, isn't sure why Norway allows him to be this close. He has no idea what could make an independent nation want to open his personal life to him. But after the first few months of this, seeing each other like this, he decided not to question it.
He doesn't ask now, either. "I missed you too," Hong Kong says, and means it.
"That so."
"Yeah." A prod to the side, like he can't believe Norway would think otherwise. "It's so."
Norway snorts, sounding like he isn't sure if he should believe it. Or like it's surprising. Like it's something he wouldn't expect to hear, even though they've been seeing each other off and on for a few years. But he seems to be willing to accept it for now, as he murmurs, "All right," and leaves it at that.
"I mean it, you know," Hong Kong says after a minute, not wanting to press him about it or anything, but just wanting him to know, wanting him to be sure of it.
"I know."
A smile tugs at the corner of Norway's lips, and Hong Kong knows better than to say anything about it, because then it won't just be a small smile, it'll be a blink-and-you'll-miss-it smile, and he doesn't want to miss it.
Hong Kong slides his hand over. Brushes his fingers against Norway's cheek, still warm from the blush, or the sunlight, or whatever it was that he saw there before. Bites at his lip when Norway tilts his head to kiss them.
He wonders about those words, that flicker of something that might be uncertainty. Or insecurity. Thinks about asking, but doesn't. If Norway says he knows that Hong Kong means what he says, then he knows, even if he doesn't understand.
That's fine, Hong Kong thinks as he moves, stealing a kiss from Norway, a proper one. Maybe they don't need all the answers right now.
They have all the time in the world to figure things out.