Cozy [Norway/Romania]
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roesslyngTitle: Cozy
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Romania
Rating: 0+
Length: 1.5k
Summary: They're a perfect fit for each other.
Other: I noticed that a lot of people draw Nor and Ro with a similar height/build, so I decided to write some clothes-sharing.
Cozy
When they left Oslo, the snow appeared to be only a few lazy flakes drifting down from a cloudy sky, just as the weather report had predicted.
As the long drive to Norway's home went on, it was clear that the predictions weren't exactly correct.
Norway frowned and turned up the speed on the windshield wipers, then glanced apologetically to Romania. "Might need to change some of our plans if this keeps up," he said.
Romania flashed him a smile. "I don't mind," he said. And he didn't.
The snow was coming down thick and wet. Through the passenger side window, the landscape was obscured by thick, fat snowflakes. Not exactly the view he'd been treated all the other times that he had come this way with Norway.
The hikes that they'd planned to go on together probably weren't going to happen. But the more Romania thought about it, the more he was sure that he didn't mind in the least.
Spending time with Norway was what he'd come for. Everything else was just icing on the cake.
They had been seeing each other on and off for a few years. Sometimes it felt like they were more 'off' than 'on', because it was so hard to make the time to be in the same place together. Their relations weren't close, and their borders weren't either, and there was always something more important demanding their attention.
Still, they did their best. Text messages and email, and a call now and then. Even the occasional letter. And when they could make the time to see each other, it was... good.
Romania had joked to Norway that if they kept it like this, they'd never meet often enough to get sick of each other.
Norway had looked perfectly serious when he nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. But then again, he usually did look serious.
Maybe he knew from experience.
This time, there had been a world meeting in Oslo. Ahead of it, Norway had sent Romania a message. I can make some time afterward, if you want. We can go to my place out in the country.
Romania had grinned when he saw it. I can give you a week, he'd replied. What he didn't say was that freeing up that time would take some shuffling around.
It didn't matter. What mattered was that he would have a whole week alone with Norway.
By the time they were heading up the drive to Norway's house, the wet snow had turned into a mixture of snow and rain, and the road was a mess of puddles and slush. Norway swore under his breath as he turned the wipers up another notch. Romania didn't comment.
Finally, Norway parked and killed the engine. He looked doubtfully out at the snowy, soggy landscape, then looked at Romania, his expression serious. "We'll have to run for it," Norway said dryly. "Can you manage that, y'think?"
It was a long way up to the house. Still, Romania liked a challenge. "Sure I can."
"On the count of three, then."
One. Two. Three. Together, they jumped out of the car, slamming the doors shut. Then they ran up the long drive to the door, splashing all the way. For a moment, they were stuck out there in the snow and drizzle while Norway fumbled for his keys. Then they were finally, finally inside.
"Well," Norway said. "Weren't so bad, was it." He pushed back the hood on his waterproof coat, unzipped it, and began shaking it off as if all that had been nothing but a brisk walk.
Romania leaned back against the door and scraped his wet hair out of his eyes. "I guess you could say that," he said. He felt like a drowned rat. His coat had been anything but waterproof.
Norway turned to him then, his eyebrows raising as he looked him up and down. "Y'do look a bit damp," he said.
"A little." Romania grinned. "That's fine. I'll just change, and... Oh." He glanced down at the floor, trailing off as he realized that he'd forgotten something. In their rush to get out of the rain, they'd both left their bags in the boot of the car.
Following his gaze, Norway quickly realized what had happened. "Tell you what," he said, stepping close to brush a strand of hair out of Romania's face, tucking it behind his ear. "We'll leave the bags out there for now. Just get those shoes off and come upstairs. I'll set you to rights."
It quickly became clear what Norway meant by that. A towel for his hair, and a change of clothes.
"We wear the same size, I think," Norway said as he set them out on the bed. "So you won't have trouble fitting into these."
"Thanks," Romania said, towelling off his hair. It was true, he realized, looking first at Norway, then at the clothes. It was easy to see that they were close in height and build, but he'd never thought that they might wear the same size. It was a little funny, now that he considered it.
"I'll go down and put the coffee on." Norway went to him, brushing a kiss against Romania's cheek. "Take your time."
"Looks like we'll be stuck inside for a while," Romania mused, glancing out the window.
Norway followed his gaze. "Does that bother you?" he asked. There was something apologetic about the way he said it.
"Nah." He stole a quick kiss, then grinned as a flush raised on Norway's cheeks. "I'm just glad to spend time with you. It's okay."
"Right." The answer was a little clipped, but Norway's expression was soft. Apparently he'd found the answer reassuring enough. "Well. Come join me downstairs when you're done in here, then."
After Norway left, Romania finished wiping down his hair. He took up the clothes Norway had set out for him, and put them on. It was a bizarrely good fit.
Along with the trousers and t-shirt, Norway had put out a thick sweater for him. Romania unfolded it, and instantly knew that it was hand-made. With some things, you could just tell.
He brushed his fingertips along the elaborate design picked out in white against red. Snowflakes? No, he remembered. Roses. Norway had mentioned that once. That the snowflake-like Norwegian pattern was actually meant to be roses.
Had he made this himself? Romania thought back to the other times he'd visited. At one point, there had been a basked of yarn sitting on Norway's couchside table. He might have.
Well, Romania thought. How about that. You never could tell with people.
He pressed his face to the sweater and closed his eyes. It smelled like Norway. There was a hint of his cologne on it, warm and spiced. Comfortable.
Romania put it on, slipped it over his head. The sleeves were a fraction too long, but aside from that... it was just as Norway had said.
It fit perfectly.
Norway looked over as Romania entered the kitchen. He swept his gaze up and down, and gave a satisfied nod. "Looks good on you," he said, then reached into the cupboard for a coffee mug.
"Oh?" Something about the way Norway had looked at him made Romania grin. He went over to him and slid his arms around him from behind. "You like what you see?" he asked, lips near Norway's ear as he drew him close.
Norway froze, then carefully put the mug down on the counter, as if he might drop it if he didn't. He cleared his throat, seeming to be unable to formulate a proper reply to that.
Romania waited.
"Red's your colour," Norway said finally, as if that said everything.
There was a blush spreading over Norway's cheeks, creeping up his ears. Romania thought about saying that Norway looked pretty good in red too, but then thought better of it. "Is that all?" he asked, kissing at his hair.
"That's all."
Well, all right. Romania couldn't tell whether the blush was from the contact, or from something else, and he wasn't about to ask. "It's pretty comfy," he said, tightening his hold a little. "Did you make it?"
"Yes." Norway paused. One of his hands drifted to rest over Romania's. "...You can keep it. If y'like it."
"Are you sure?"
"I have a lot of sweaters."
That answer was good enough for Romania. He certainly wasn't going to argue. Not when it fit so well, and was so, so comfortable. Not when he knew that Norway had made it himself.
He pressed his face to the crook of Norway's neck. Closed his eyes and, just for a moment, took in the way it felt to have Norway resting against him.
They fit together perfectly.
It was snowy and wet outside, and they would have to change their plans a little. It wasn't the best start to their vacation together. But that didn't matter.
Inside, he felt so warm.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Romania
Rating: 0+
Length: 1.5k
Summary: They're a perfect fit for each other.
Other: I noticed that a lot of people draw Nor and Ro with a similar height/build, so I decided to write some clothes-sharing.
Cozy
When they left Oslo, the snow appeared to be only a few lazy flakes drifting down from a cloudy sky, just as the weather report had predicted.
As the long drive to Norway's home went on, it was clear that the predictions weren't exactly correct.
Norway frowned and turned up the speed on the windshield wipers, then glanced apologetically to Romania. "Might need to change some of our plans if this keeps up," he said.
Romania flashed him a smile. "I don't mind," he said. And he didn't.
The snow was coming down thick and wet. Through the passenger side window, the landscape was obscured by thick, fat snowflakes. Not exactly the view he'd been treated all the other times that he had come this way with Norway.
The hikes that they'd planned to go on together probably weren't going to happen. But the more Romania thought about it, the more he was sure that he didn't mind in the least.
Spending time with Norway was what he'd come for. Everything else was just icing on the cake.
They had been seeing each other on and off for a few years. Sometimes it felt like they were more 'off' than 'on', because it was so hard to make the time to be in the same place together. Their relations weren't close, and their borders weren't either, and there was always something more important demanding their attention.
Still, they did their best. Text messages and email, and a call now and then. Even the occasional letter. And when they could make the time to see each other, it was... good.
Romania had joked to Norway that if they kept it like this, they'd never meet often enough to get sick of each other.
Norway had looked perfectly serious when he nodded in agreement, his expression thoughtful. But then again, he usually did look serious.
Maybe he knew from experience.
This time, there had been a world meeting in Oslo. Ahead of it, Norway had sent Romania a message. I can make some time afterward, if you want. We can go to my place out in the country.
Romania had grinned when he saw it. I can give you a week, he'd replied. What he didn't say was that freeing up that time would take some shuffling around.
It didn't matter. What mattered was that he would have a whole week alone with Norway.
By the time they were heading up the drive to Norway's house, the wet snow had turned into a mixture of snow and rain, and the road was a mess of puddles and slush. Norway swore under his breath as he turned the wipers up another notch. Romania didn't comment.
Finally, Norway parked and killed the engine. He looked doubtfully out at the snowy, soggy landscape, then looked at Romania, his expression serious. "We'll have to run for it," Norway said dryly. "Can you manage that, y'think?"
It was a long way up to the house. Still, Romania liked a challenge. "Sure I can."
"On the count of three, then."
One. Two. Three. Together, they jumped out of the car, slamming the doors shut. Then they ran up the long drive to the door, splashing all the way. For a moment, they were stuck out there in the snow and drizzle while Norway fumbled for his keys. Then they were finally, finally inside.
"Well," Norway said. "Weren't so bad, was it." He pushed back the hood on his waterproof coat, unzipped it, and began shaking it off as if all that had been nothing but a brisk walk.
Romania leaned back against the door and scraped his wet hair out of his eyes. "I guess you could say that," he said. He felt like a drowned rat. His coat had been anything but waterproof.
Norway turned to him then, his eyebrows raising as he looked him up and down. "Y'do look a bit damp," he said.
"A little." Romania grinned. "That's fine. I'll just change, and... Oh." He glanced down at the floor, trailing off as he realized that he'd forgotten something. In their rush to get out of the rain, they'd both left their bags in the boot of the car.
Following his gaze, Norway quickly realized what had happened. "Tell you what," he said, stepping close to brush a strand of hair out of Romania's face, tucking it behind his ear. "We'll leave the bags out there for now. Just get those shoes off and come upstairs. I'll set you to rights."
It quickly became clear what Norway meant by that. A towel for his hair, and a change of clothes.
"We wear the same size, I think," Norway said as he set them out on the bed. "So you won't have trouble fitting into these."
"Thanks," Romania said, towelling off his hair. It was true, he realized, looking first at Norway, then at the clothes. It was easy to see that they were close in height and build, but he'd never thought that they might wear the same size. It was a little funny, now that he considered it.
"I'll go down and put the coffee on." Norway went to him, brushing a kiss against Romania's cheek. "Take your time."
"Looks like we'll be stuck inside for a while," Romania mused, glancing out the window.
Norway followed his gaze. "Does that bother you?" he asked. There was something apologetic about the way he said it.
"Nah." He stole a quick kiss, then grinned as a flush raised on Norway's cheeks. "I'm just glad to spend time with you. It's okay."
"Right." The answer was a little clipped, but Norway's expression was soft. Apparently he'd found the answer reassuring enough. "Well. Come join me downstairs when you're done in here, then."
After Norway left, Romania finished wiping down his hair. He took up the clothes Norway had set out for him, and put them on. It was a bizarrely good fit.
Along with the trousers and t-shirt, Norway had put out a thick sweater for him. Romania unfolded it, and instantly knew that it was hand-made. With some things, you could just tell.
He brushed his fingertips along the elaborate design picked out in white against red. Snowflakes? No, he remembered. Roses. Norway had mentioned that once. That the snowflake-like Norwegian pattern was actually meant to be roses.
Had he made this himself? Romania thought back to the other times he'd visited. At one point, there had been a basked of yarn sitting on Norway's couchside table. He might have.
Well, Romania thought. How about that. You never could tell with people.
He pressed his face to the sweater and closed his eyes. It smelled like Norway. There was a hint of his cologne on it, warm and spiced. Comfortable.
Romania put it on, slipped it over his head. The sleeves were a fraction too long, but aside from that... it was just as Norway had said.
It fit perfectly.
Norway looked over as Romania entered the kitchen. He swept his gaze up and down, and gave a satisfied nod. "Looks good on you," he said, then reached into the cupboard for a coffee mug.
"Oh?" Something about the way Norway had looked at him made Romania grin. He went over to him and slid his arms around him from behind. "You like what you see?" he asked, lips near Norway's ear as he drew him close.
Norway froze, then carefully put the mug down on the counter, as if he might drop it if he didn't. He cleared his throat, seeming to be unable to formulate a proper reply to that.
Romania waited.
"Red's your colour," Norway said finally, as if that said everything.
There was a blush spreading over Norway's cheeks, creeping up his ears. Romania thought about saying that Norway looked pretty good in red too, but then thought better of it. "Is that all?" he asked, kissing at his hair.
"That's all."
Well, all right. Romania couldn't tell whether the blush was from the contact, or from something else, and he wasn't about to ask. "It's pretty comfy," he said, tightening his hold a little. "Did you make it?"
"Yes." Norway paused. One of his hands drifted to rest over Romania's. "...You can keep it. If y'like it."
"Are you sure?"
"I have a lot of sweaters."
That answer was good enough for Romania. He certainly wasn't going to argue. Not when it fit so well, and was so, so comfortable. Not when he knew that Norway had made it himself.
He pressed his face to the crook of Norway's neck. Closed his eyes and, just for a moment, took in the way it felt to have Norway resting against him.
They fit together perfectly.
It was snowy and wet outside, and they would have to change their plans a little. It wasn't the best start to their vacation together. But that didn't matter.
Inside, he felt so warm.
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