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Puffins [Iceland/Liechtenstein]
Title: Puffins
Characters/Pairing: Iceland/Liechtenstein
Rating: 10+
Length: 266 words
Summary: Iceland takes Liechtenstein to see some puffins.
Other: Written for a ficlet challenge at the anonmeme. Prompt was "You're so nice". (Original post)
Puffins
It was a crisp, clear day; the kind of day where, if you bothered to look, you could see far out to sea. It was the kind of day that Iceland liked. Good weather.
The puffins were circling around, waddling around on the rocks before heading out to feed again. That was why he'd taken her to the shore, those birds. They weren't anything special, really - you could hardly throw a rock without hitting one - but Liechtenstein didn't have them at her place. Well, of course, that came with being where she was, landlocked and everything.
Once, he'd blurted out something about how he'd hate to not be anywhere near the ocean. It was stupid, looking back on it. He hadn't been thinking. But she'd just smiled and said that she didn't mind; it was nice to be so close to her brother.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her with her camera, taking pictures. He didn't dare look at her; he'd probably blush. During this whole trip, she'd been indulging him, talking about how nice his place was - and it didn't sound like she was putting it on; it sounded like she really meant it.
"Oh, they're so cute!"
And you're nice, he thought. You're really, really nice. And cute, and -
"Uh," Iceland said. "So're you."
As soon as he realized that he'd actually said it, he did blush. Stupid, stupid, he should've kept his mouth shut-
Then she took his hand, and he felt as if he were going to faint. Or explode. Maybe both.
Embarrassing.
Characters/Pairing: Iceland/Liechtenstein
Rating: 10+
Length: 266 words
Summary: Iceland takes Liechtenstein to see some puffins.
Other: Written for a ficlet challenge at the anonmeme. Prompt was "You're so nice". (Original post)
Puffins
It was a crisp, clear day; the kind of day where, if you bothered to look, you could see far out to sea. It was the kind of day that Iceland liked. Good weather.
The puffins were circling around, waddling around on the rocks before heading out to feed again. That was why he'd taken her to the shore, those birds. They weren't anything special, really - you could hardly throw a rock without hitting one - but Liechtenstein didn't have them at her place. Well, of course, that came with being where she was, landlocked and everything.
Once, he'd blurted out something about how he'd hate to not be anywhere near the ocean. It was stupid, looking back on it. He hadn't been thinking. But she'd just smiled and said that she didn't mind; it was nice to be so close to her brother.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see her with her camera, taking pictures. He didn't dare look at her; he'd probably blush. During this whole trip, she'd been indulging him, talking about how nice his place was - and it didn't sound like she was putting it on; it sounded like she really meant it.
"Oh, they're so cute!"
And you're nice, he thought. You're really, really nice. And cute, and -
"Uh," Iceland said. "So're you."
As soon as he realized that he'd actually said it, he did blush. Stupid, stupid, he should've kept his mouth shut-
Then she took his hand, and he felt as if he were going to faint. Or explode. Maybe both.
Embarrassing.