Apple-Picking [Canada/Poland; Lithuania]
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roesslyngTitle: Apple-Picking
Characters/Pairing: Canada/Poland; Lithuania
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 960
Summary: Canada takes Poland and Lithuania to an orchard.
Other: Written for the Hetalia kink meme. (Original post)
Apple-Picking
The sky was clear and the sun was bright and the air smelled of grass and leaves.
Canada and his guests set out early in the day. Packed into his old Jeep, a Fables tape blaring from the cassette player, they headed for the orchard just outside of the little town of Wolfville. “It’s a lot of fun, this apple-picking,” Canada had said to Poland and Lithuania. “I drag my brother out to this place all the time. Pay a couple dollars, fill the sack to the brim, whatever kind you like. Can’t get fruit as sweet as this at the grocery store, no matter where you look.” He tempted them with promises of apple tarts, apple cobbler, thin apple slices sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar.
The orchard was enormous. Its roads led all the way up to the top of a low, worn-down mountain, apple trees of all kinds spreading out as far as the eye could reach. They hiked through the rows with sacks slung over their shoulders, seeking out Cortlands and Macintoshes. After a time, Canada and Poland found themselves alone.
“Eh, where’d Lithuania get to? I think we lost him.”
“Like, who cares – whoa, look at that one!” Poland gestured excitedly upward. “I want it.”
Canada looked up. What he saw was the biggest, reddest, shiniest Cortland apple he had ever seen. It looked mouth-watering, deliciously tempting. It also happened to be at the very top of the tree, far out of his reach. He looked down at Poland and raised an eyebrow. “You want that one?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Poland nodded, grinning. “That one. It’s like totally the best one! Get it for me.”
“But....” Canada sighed, then looked upward again, considering. “Mm. I can’t get up there; the tree won’t hold me. I think it will hold you though. I could give you a boost.”
“Fine. But like, don’t drop me or anything, all right? Seriously.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
They set their sacks aside and made ready for the attack. Canada cupped his hands, steadying himself. “Ready for it?”
“Ready!” Poland set his foot in the hold, bright-eyed and determined. He grabbed a thick, low-hanging branch and with Canada’s help pulled himself up. Sneakers scraped on bark as he scrambled for purchase in the branches but after a moment of struggle he steadied himself. “All right, I’m up!”
“Can you reach it?”
“Not quite... almost!” The leaves rustled as Poland hoisted himself farther upward, straining to reach the bright fruit.
“Careful – you might fall!”
“Pfft, whatever, I’m not going to fall,” Poland called down to Canada, who was looking upward with a concerned expression on his face. “Just, like, wait a sec. Almost got it –“
Crack.
“Aahh!”
Whump.
“Oof!”
“Oh my god, are you okay?!”
Blinking slowly, Canada stared upward. “Ow,” he said. After briefly contemplating his position in relation to the Earth, which at that moment was much closer to him than it had been before, he added, “Yeah. I think I’m all right.” The ground was very hard and very lumpy and Poland had knocked the wind out of him and he was sure that the next day he would find himself covered in bruises, but somehow he didn’t mind it in the least.
“Good.” Pause. “Thanks for like, breaking my fall and everything.” Poland smiled sheepishly, then held up the apple. “I was able to reach it, by the way.”
“Oh, good,” Canada said wearily. He adjusted his glasses and smiled. “At least my heroic efforts weren’t wasted, eh?”
“Exactly!”
“And... do I get a reward for these heroic efforts?”
Poland eyed him for a moment, his head tilted in a cat-like fashion as he considered the request. Finally, he said, “Sure. Anything you want.”
“And if I said I wanted a kiss?”
They stared at each other for what seemed like a very long time. A blush slowly crept over Poland’s cheeks. Canada, undoubtedly France’s son, was entirely nonchalant. “I. Um. S-sure,” Poland stuttered eventually. “I mean. Okay? If that... Like... Yeah.” Cheeks flaring red, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Canada’s lips. Flustered though he was, however, it was clear he did not mind paying his kindness with such a gesture, as the kiss was long and lingering.
“Po-laaand! Ca-na-daaa! Where are youuu?”
A familiar singsong voice interrupted their reverie. They both froze, then slowly Poland drew away, bright eyes darting left and right. Lithuania was not within sight, but his voice was drawing nearer.
“We’d better make sure he doesn’t find us like this,” Canada said quietly.
“Y-yeah. That would be like, wow. Awkward.”
There was a long pause. “... Poland, I can’t stand if you’re sitting on me.”
“What? Oh!” Pepper-red, Poland scrambled to his feet, then bent to help the other nation up. “Um. Right. ... So.”
“So.”
After some awkward shuffling, they gathered their sacks of apples and went off in search of Lithuania, calling as they walked.
They found him leaning against a tree three rows over, his sack by his feet and the pockets of his old worn-out jacket bulging with apples.
“Where on earth did you go?” Lithuania asked. “Tsk, running off on me like that. Well, I found the grove of Macintoshes we were looking for, at least.” At that moment he paused and raised an eyebrow at his companions, finally registering the fact that their clothes were rumpled and grass-stained, and that both of them looked uncharacteristically flustered. “Just what were you getting up to, anyway?”
Canada coughed. Poland squawked. “Like, it’s totally not like-“
“On second thought,” Lithuania said dryly, shaking his head, “Don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know.”
The two mischief-makers nodded, exchanging a sidelong glance. It was, they agreed, for the best.
Characters/Pairing: Canada/Poland; Lithuania
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 960
Summary: Canada takes Poland and Lithuania to an orchard.
Other: Written for the Hetalia kink meme. (Original post)
Apple-Picking
The sky was clear and the sun was bright and the air smelled of grass and leaves.
Canada and his guests set out early in the day. Packed into his old Jeep, a Fables tape blaring from the cassette player, they headed for the orchard just outside of the little town of Wolfville. “It’s a lot of fun, this apple-picking,” Canada had said to Poland and Lithuania. “I drag my brother out to this place all the time. Pay a couple dollars, fill the sack to the brim, whatever kind you like. Can’t get fruit as sweet as this at the grocery store, no matter where you look.” He tempted them with promises of apple tarts, apple cobbler, thin apple slices sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar.
The orchard was enormous. Its roads led all the way up to the top of a low, worn-down mountain, apple trees of all kinds spreading out as far as the eye could reach. They hiked through the rows with sacks slung over their shoulders, seeking out Cortlands and Macintoshes. After a time, Canada and Poland found themselves alone.
“Eh, where’d Lithuania get to? I think we lost him.”
“Like, who cares – whoa, look at that one!” Poland gestured excitedly upward. “I want it.”
Canada looked up. What he saw was the biggest, reddest, shiniest Cortland apple he had ever seen. It looked mouth-watering, deliciously tempting. It also happened to be at the very top of the tree, far out of his reach. He looked down at Poland and raised an eyebrow. “You want that one?” he asked.
“Yeah.” Poland nodded, grinning. “That one. It’s like totally the best one! Get it for me.”
“But....” Canada sighed, then looked upward again, considering. “Mm. I can’t get up there; the tree won’t hold me. I think it will hold you though. I could give you a boost.”
“Fine. But like, don’t drop me or anything, all right? Seriously.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.”
They set their sacks aside and made ready for the attack. Canada cupped his hands, steadying himself. “Ready for it?”
“Ready!” Poland set his foot in the hold, bright-eyed and determined. He grabbed a thick, low-hanging branch and with Canada’s help pulled himself up. Sneakers scraped on bark as he scrambled for purchase in the branches but after a moment of struggle he steadied himself. “All right, I’m up!”
“Can you reach it?”
“Not quite... almost!” The leaves rustled as Poland hoisted himself farther upward, straining to reach the bright fruit.
“Careful – you might fall!”
“Pfft, whatever, I’m not going to fall,” Poland called down to Canada, who was looking upward with a concerned expression on his face. “Just, like, wait a sec. Almost got it –“
Crack.
“Aahh!”
Whump.
“Oof!”
“Oh my god, are you okay?!”
Blinking slowly, Canada stared upward. “Ow,” he said. After briefly contemplating his position in relation to the Earth, which at that moment was much closer to him than it had been before, he added, “Yeah. I think I’m all right.” The ground was very hard and very lumpy and Poland had knocked the wind out of him and he was sure that the next day he would find himself covered in bruises, but somehow he didn’t mind it in the least.
“Good.” Pause. “Thanks for like, breaking my fall and everything.” Poland smiled sheepishly, then held up the apple. “I was able to reach it, by the way.”
“Oh, good,” Canada said wearily. He adjusted his glasses and smiled. “At least my heroic efforts weren’t wasted, eh?”
“Exactly!”
“And... do I get a reward for these heroic efforts?”
Poland eyed him for a moment, his head tilted in a cat-like fashion as he considered the request. Finally, he said, “Sure. Anything you want.”
“And if I said I wanted a kiss?”
They stared at each other for what seemed like a very long time. A blush slowly crept over Poland’s cheeks. Canada, undoubtedly France’s son, was entirely nonchalant. “I. Um. S-sure,” Poland stuttered eventually. “I mean. Okay? If that... Like... Yeah.” Cheeks flaring red, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Canada’s lips. Flustered though he was, however, it was clear he did not mind paying his kindness with such a gesture, as the kiss was long and lingering.
“Po-laaand! Ca-na-daaa! Where are youuu?”
A familiar singsong voice interrupted their reverie. They both froze, then slowly Poland drew away, bright eyes darting left and right. Lithuania was not within sight, but his voice was drawing nearer.
“We’d better make sure he doesn’t find us like this,” Canada said quietly.
“Y-yeah. That would be like, wow. Awkward.”
There was a long pause. “... Poland, I can’t stand if you’re sitting on me.”
“What? Oh!” Pepper-red, Poland scrambled to his feet, then bent to help the other nation up. “Um. Right. ... So.”
“So.”
After some awkward shuffling, they gathered their sacks of apples and went off in search of Lithuania, calling as they walked.
They found him leaning against a tree three rows over, his sack by his feet and the pockets of his old worn-out jacket bulging with apples.
“Where on earth did you go?” Lithuania asked. “Tsk, running off on me like that. Well, I found the grove of Macintoshes we were looking for, at least.” At that moment he paused and raised an eyebrow at his companions, finally registering the fact that their clothes were rumpled and grass-stained, and that both of them looked uncharacteristically flustered. “Just what were you getting up to, anyway?”
Canada coughed. Poland squawked. “Like, it’s totally not like-“
“On second thought,” Lithuania said dryly, shaking his head, “Don’t tell me. I don’t think I want to know.”
The two mischief-makers nodded, exchanging a sidelong glance. It was, they agreed, for the best.
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