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roesslyngTitle: Love Songs? No - Next Time
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 10+
Length: 560
Summary: It's only been a few weeks since their relationship changed from friends to something else, and Sweden wants to see Norway again.
Other: Based on an old roleplay thread. I originally started writing this some time in 2011, but forgot about it until now. Cleaned up and posted for APH Rarepair Week on Tumblr. (Original post)
Love Songs? No - Next Time
Snow was falling as Sweden pulled up the drive. It was as it had been weeks ago, when he had come to that same house for a visit. Nearly the same.
He parked and then sat there at the wheel for a while, thinking. Somehow, Sweden wasn't sure what things would be like between himself and Norway now. Even if it hadn't been much different during that week they'd spent together. Even after the first night, even after they'd spent the night on the couch in front of the fire after the power went out, even after the kiss and everything that followed --
It hadn't been much different, even after all that.
The thought was reassuring. Still, as Sweden stepped out of the car and made his way up to the house, he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow it would be different.
The warm light inside Norway's living room spilled out onto the snow, painting it yellow, orange. Sweden stopped, hesitated, then looked in.
Norway was there draped over the sofa in front of the fireplace, wearing the same sweater he'd been wearing that last time, that first night. Waiting for him, maybe, or maybe he'd forgotten that he had extended the invitation for them to have a weekend together again. He was reading a novel. Eyes darting over lines -- then stopping, blinking. A smile twitching at the corner of his lips. His shoulders shaking a bit. Something amusing.
Sweden drew away from the window. It would be best not to watch him too long. If he looked up, he'd see --
As if he had heard him thinking, Norway looked up.
Their eyes met.
They stared at one another for a moment.
Then Norway put the book down and made his way to the window.
It was all Sweden could do to keep himself from backing away from the window. He had already been seen, and Sweden knew that doing that would just make him look ridiculous. Still, his ears burned with embarrassment as Norway slid it open and leaned out to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
Sweden shuffled his feet, the "Hello" stuck in his throat, refusing to come out.
"You're here, then. Good t'see you."
So Norway hadn't forgotten. Sweden nodded, and managed a mumbled "Yes". He wanted to say, "It's good to see you too". Or maybe, "I'm glad you remembered". Or maybe - if he dared - "I've missed you". He struggled to think of the right thing to say.
Norway looked at him a moment. Drummed his fingers on the snowy windowsill. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked, "You plannin' on serenadin' me or something?"
"What?"
"'S just..." It seemed a smile tugged at the corner of Norway's mouth. Maybe it was just a trick of the light. "Most people would go to the door, rather'n stand outside the window."
"... That so."
"Mmhmm. Best come in afore y'get a chill."
Unable to argue against that logic, Sweden nodded. Norway shut the window without another word, and Sweden watched as he drew away from it and slipped out of the room, heading toward the doorway. He still felt far too warm, flushed and embarrassed, and for a second - just a second - stayed where he was.
Then he heard the front door opening, and made his way through the snow to meet him.
Characters/Pairing: Norway/Sweden
Rating: 10+
Length: 560
Summary: It's only been a few weeks since their relationship changed from friends to something else, and Sweden wants to see Norway again.
Other: Based on an old roleplay thread. I originally started writing this some time in 2011, but forgot about it until now. Cleaned up and posted for APH Rarepair Week on Tumblr. (Original post)
Love Songs? No - Next Time
Snow was falling as Sweden pulled up the drive. It was as it had been weeks ago, when he had come to that same house for a visit. Nearly the same.
He parked and then sat there at the wheel for a while, thinking. Somehow, Sweden wasn't sure what things would be like between himself and Norway now. Even if it hadn't been much different during that week they'd spent together. Even after the first night, even after they'd spent the night on the couch in front of the fire after the power went out, even after the kiss and everything that followed --
It hadn't been much different, even after all that.
The thought was reassuring. Still, as Sweden stepped out of the car and made his way up to the house, he couldn't shake the feeling that somehow it would be different.
The warm light inside Norway's living room spilled out onto the snow, painting it yellow, orange. Sweden stopped, hesitated, then looked in.
Norway was there draped over the sofa in front of the fireplace, wearing the same sweater he'd been wearing that last time, that first night. Waiting for him, maybe, or maybe he'd forgotten that he had extended the invitation for them to have a weekend together again. He was reading a novel. Eyes darting over lines -- then stopping, blinking. A smile twitching at the corner of his lips. His shoulders shaking a bit. Something amusing.
Sweden drew away from the window. It would be best not to watch him too long. If he looked up, he'd see --
As if he had heard him thinking, Norway looked up.
Their eyes met.
They stared at one another for a moment.
Then Norway put the book down and made his way to the window.
It was all Sweden could do to keep himself from backing away from the window. He had already been seen, and Sweden knew that doing that would just make him look ridiculous. Still, his ears burned with embarrassment as Norway slid it open and leaned out to look at him, raising an eyebrow.
Sweden shuffled his feet, the "Hello" stuck in his throat, refusing to come out.
"You're here, then. Good t'see you."
So Norway hadn't forgotten. Sweden nodded, and managed a mumbled "Yes". He wanted to say, "It's good to see you too". Or maybe, "I'm glad you remembered". Or maybe - if he dared - "I've missed you". He struggled to think of the right thing to say.
Norway looked at him a moment. Drummed his fingers on the snowy windowsill. Finally, he cleared his throat and asked, "You plannin' on serenadin' me or something?"
"What?"
"'S just..." It seemed a smile tugged at the corner of Norway's mouth. Maybe it was just a trick of the light. "Most people would go to the door, rather'n stand outside the window."
"... That so."
"Mmhmm. Best come in afore y'get a chill."
Unable to argue against that logic, Sweden nodded. Norway shut the window without another word, and Sweden watched as he drew away from it and slipped out of the room, heading toward the doorway. He still felt far too warm, flushed and embarrassed, and for a second - just a second - stayed where he was.
Then he heard the front door opening, and made his way through the snow to meet him.
