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And maybe snow [Romania/Bulgaria]
Title: And maybe snow
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romania/Bulgaria
Rating: 0+
Length: ~700
Summary: A quiet moment together.
Other: This was prompt #2 ("autumn") from Lindonwald's robultober prompt list. I would have liked to do more, but ehhh well....
And maybe snow
The air was crisp. Leaves crunched beneath their feet as they walked together along the forest path.
Bulgaria shoved his hands in his pockets, wishing he'd thought to bring gloves. When Romania had invited him to spend the weekend in Sibiu, he'd agreed easily, and hadn't bothered to check the weather when packing his bag.
He was beginning to regret rushing, but he'd been looking forward to it so much that he hadn't considered practical things like the fact that it was deep into autumn, and some days were going to be chilly, and it could very well get colder while he was there.
Romania was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that came with being content, and he had the kind of look on his face that he usually had when he and Bulgaria were alone together, with nothing much in mind, and nothing that they needed to do. At-ease and relaxed.
The cold air had put some colour in Romania's usually-pale cheeks, and Bulgaria had to stop himself from looking at him.
It wasn't easy. It was a good look for him, with the cold pinching his cheeks pink, his hair slightly tousled from the breeze.
They found a bench and sat down. Bulgaria instantly regretted it; being still made the cold air seem even colder. But with Romania sitting close, he sure wasn't going to complain. He kept his hands in his pockets and sat back, looking at the leaves.
Despite the chill, he thought he'd like to stay there, with Romania, for hours. They could relax and watch the leaves as they turned and fell, and they could forget what they were, who they were, and everything that went with it.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than that. At least for a while.
He shoved the thought down. It wasn't something he wanted to voice, though for half a second he did consider it. It was too much, Bulgaria thought. He didn't think Romania would mind it if he did say something; maybe he'd even agree. But it seemed too strong, too desperate, too much.
He shivered, tucking his hands into his sleeves. Maybe the weather was making him melancholy.
"Cold?" Romania asked. He gave Bulgaria a nudge.
"A little," Bulgaria admitted. He looked at him then, allowing himself that indulgence now that they were no longer walking and it wouldn't be weird to keep glancing over at him like that. Taking in those flushed cheeks, those warm eyes, he let his gaze linger a little too long. "You're colder today than I expected."
Romania chuckled. "Sorry," he said. "I couldn't help it! I'm just in that kind of mood, I guess. Who knows, maybe it'll even snow!"
"Nooo," Bulgaria moaned. "Don't talk like that, I'm not ready yet." But Romania edged closer, and Bulgaria leaned into him.
"Here," Romania said. He pulled his gloves off, handing them over. "Just wear these until we get back to the house."
"You don't mind?"
"Nah, I'm fine. It's not so bad when it's my own weather."
Bulgaria didn't argue, seeing the sense in it. The gloves were still warm from Romania's hands, and he put them on quickly, trying not to look too eager. "Maybe a few snowflakes wouldn't be so bad," he mused. "Just a few."
"Oh?"
"Sure." Bulgaria waved a hand at the forest around them, with its autumn colours and fallen leaves. "It would look nice with all this."
Romania's lips spread in a wide smile. He leaned into Bulgaria a little, eyes bright. "Okay," he said, and then left it at that.
There was something about his expression that seemed crafty; it was the sort of amused look that Bulgaria had seen many times when Romania was plotting something or other. Only a moment later, he realized why that was: a snowflake landed on his nose. Then another.
"Oh, you didn't," Bulgaria said, turning to Romania, his brows raising.
"I did." Grinning at him, with snowflakes dusting his hair, Romania shrugged. "Why not? You asked for it."
Bulgaria smiled, feeling warmth rising to his cheeks. He reached up, brushing some of the snowflakes from Romania's hair.
He had asked for it.
He was glad that he did.
Fandom: Hetalia
Characters/Pairing: Romania/Bulgaria
Rating: 0+
Length: ~700
Summary: A quiet moment together.
Other: This was prompt #2 ("autumn") from Lindonwald's robultober prompt list. I would have liked to do more, but ehhh well....
And maybe snow
The air was crisp. Leaves crunched beneath their feet as they walked together along the forest path.
Bulgaria shoved his hands in his pockets, wishing he'd thought to bring gloves. When Romania had invited him to spend the weekend in Sibiu, he'd agreed easily, and hadn't bothered to check the weather when packing his bag.
He was beginning to regret rushing, but he'd been looking forward to it so much that he hadn't considered practical things like the fact that it was deep into autumn, and some days were going to be chilly, and it could very well get colder while he was there.
Romania was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that came with being content, and he had the kind of look on his face that he usually had when he and Bulgaria were alone together, with nothing much in mind, and nothing that they needed to do. At-ease and relaxed.
The cold air had put some colour in Romania's usually-pale cheeks, and Bulgaria had to stop himself from looking at him.
It wasn't easy. It was a good look for him, with the cold pinching his cheeks pink, his hair slightly tousled from the breeze.
They found a bench and sat down. Bulgaria instantly regretted it; being still made the cold air seem even colder. But with Romania sitting close, he sure wasn't going to complain. He kept his hands in his pockets and sat back, looking at the leaves.
Despite the chill, he thought he'd like to stay there, with Romania, for hours. They could relax and watch the leaves as they turned and fell, and they could forget what they were, who they were, and everything that went with it.
In that moment, he wanted nothing more than that. At least for a while.
He shoved the thought down. It wasn't something he wanted to voice, though for half a second he did consider it. It was too much, Bulgaria thought. He didn't think Romania would mind it if he did say something; maybe he'd even agree. But it seemed too strong, too desperate, too much.
He shivered, tucking his hands into his sleeves. Maybe the weather was making him melancholy.
"Cold?" Romania asked. He gave Bulgaria a nudge.
"A little," Bulgaria admitted. He looked at him then, allowing himself that indulgence now that they were no longer walking and it wouldn't be weird to keep glancing over at him like that. Taking in those flushed cheeks, those warm eyes, he let his gaze linger a little too long. "You're colder today than I expected."
Romania chuckled. "Sorry," he said. "I couldn't help it! I'm just in that kind of mood, I guess. Who knows, maybe it'll even snow!"
"Nooo," Bulgaria moaned. "Don't talk like that, I'm not ready yet." But Romania edged closer, and Bulgaria leaned into him.
"Here," Romania said. He pulled his gloves off, handing them over. "Just wear these until we get back to the house."
"You don't mind?"
"Nah, I'm fine. It's not so bad when it's my own weather."
Bulgaria didn't argue, seeing the sense in it. The gloves were still warm from Romania's hands, and he put them on quickly, trying not to look too eager. "Maybe a few snowflakes wouldn't be so bad," he mused. "Just a few."
"Oh?"
"Sure." Bulgaria waved a hand at the forest around them, with its autumn colours and fallen leaves. "It would look nice with all this."
Romania's lips spread in a wide smile. He leaned into Bulgaria a little, eyes bright. "Okay," he said, and then left it at that.
There was something about his expression that seemed crafty; it was the sort of amused look that Bulgaria had seen many times when Romania was plotting something or other. Only a moment later, he realized why that was: a snowflake landed on his nose. Then another.
"Oh, you didn't," Bulgaria said, turning to Romania, his brows raising.
"I did." Grinning at him, with snowflakes dusting his hair, Romania shrugged. "Why not? You asked for it."
Bulgaria smiled, feeling warmth rising to his cheeks. He reached up, brushing some of the snowflakes from Romania's hair.
He had asked for it.
He was glad that he did.