Drabble prompt; Scarf
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Pairing: USxUK
Rating: G
Word Count: 909
Worksafe: Yes
Warnings: Short; badly written. Ice. Scarves. Fluff.
Author's Note: Written as a small drabble to try and get my back into my writing weehah-ness. \o/ Moe has her version right here. It's RussiaxLatvia; she's slowly making me like that pairing.... B|
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He supposed that being further north than that rebellious fool would mean he was more prepared for colder weather, but he had also assumed that Alfred wasn't such an idiot that he'd forego proper winter wear; and in Boston, no less. The clouds were dropping heavy snowflakes and the bitter wind from the icy harbor was not helping at all but to keep Arthur's cheeks and nose a raw shade of red. He pulled his particularly long scarf up, keeping his narrowed eyes on that bufoon waiting for him at the end of the walkway. The only things on his body keeping him warm were a pair of jeans, some ... college team sweater, and that jacket from--how long had it been?--nearly 70 years ago. (Really; one would think it would be shred and tattered by now.)
He sighed into the soft fabric now covering his mouth, shaking his head slightly and fixing his earmuffs. The wind was sharp and already he could barely feel whatever part of his ear wasn't covered. But ... he could help but feel warmer whenever he looked to see Alfred's skin start turning a darker shade of blue. He heard the clack of his shoes come to a stop as he stood before Alfred. Hands on his hips now, staring boredly into Alfred's eyes.
"What on earth are you supposed to do with so little to keep you warm?"
For a moment or two, Arthur nearly believed that maybe Alfred had gone deaf, but upon seeing him grin he was proven wrong. No; instead, all Alfred could do was stutter worse than Raivis on a particularly bad day.
"W-winter jus-st kind of r-r-really hi-hit y'know-w?"
England rolled his eyes. "It's a season--! It doesn't just 'hit'! It comes every year! Just how do you plan to stay warm in that?"
At that, Alfred grinned. "W-well, your sca-a-arf i-is pr-retty l-long...!"
It took a small moment to process what Alfred had said, but Arthur got it well enough. "...Get your own bloody scarf!"
Alfred chuckled a bit at that, but held his arms out as he took a few steps forward, causing Arthur to step away a few paces, his scarf held out of reach. "Aw, c-come on, Arty--! Y-you can sh-share...!"
"No--! Buy your own!" Unable to see where he was stepping, Arthur's foot landed on a very slick patch of ice, and his shoes were not made to grip anything; much less ice. A slip, and a stumble, complete with waving arms and a few uncensored curses, followed a second later by a firm grip on his jacket sleeve and arm. He was at an odd angle, yes, but his head wasn't crashing with concrete and for that he would be grateful. Despite being (somewhat) comfortable in his winter-wear, Arthur couldn't help but feel a comfortable warmth from Alfred as he was helped to his feet. He glanced up (making sure to look nonchalant about the small ordeal), then away as he walked off, muttering a, "Thank you." He couldn't make it far; not without America catching up. "You owe m-me," he said. "I just s-saved your-r life--"
"A trip like that would not have killed me. I owe you nothing."
"Then I s-saved you a lot of pa-ain...!"
Arthur was not exactly (ever) in the mood to listen to this; he ripped off his scarf and lightly tossed it at the American. "Shut your mouth; I can barely hear you, anyway." He motioned to his earmuffs, and started walking off. He immediately began to regret the sudden lack of fabric, but he would not be deterred; there was a car waiting for himself and Alfred, and it would be warm inside--at least, he hoped so. And thus he continued on until Alfred came up beside him to stop him, wrapping the scarf around them both several times and making sure it was secure, and, of course, warm. Despite the warmth he felt rush through him, thawing out even so deep as his bones, Arthur scowled.
"What are you doing?" he growled. Alfred just grin; all traces of stuttering suddenly gone.
"Nothin'," he said. "Making sure you're warm, is all. ...Though, with as hot-headed as you get, I don't think you'd ever be too cold."
Another grimace settled across UK's face, as he started walking again, dragging Alfred along with him. "I am not hot-headed!" he insisted. He felt Alfred dragging behind, and at that he felt amused; albeit in a slightly darker way.... Alfred managed to match the pace, and began grinning again.
"Sure you are! Your face is all red, isn't it?"
Arthur had to roll his eyes at that. "It's cold, you idiot. Of course my face is red; just as yours is."
Alfred didn't seem to hear him as they continued on. The car awaiting them was visible, and coming closer. He started unraveling the scarf from his neck so slide in the car when the door was opened, promising warmth, but--alas. The inside of the car was not too much warmer than the outside world. ...And so he sat discontentedly, arms crossed, and face in a pout as Alfred slid in right next to him with a wide smile and holding up the scarf.
"Would you like to share?"
Pairing: USxUK
Rating: G
Word Count: 909
Worksafe: Yes
Warnings: Short; badly written. Ice. Scarves. Fluff.
Author's Note: Written as a small drabble to try and get my back into my writing weehah-ness. \o/ Moe has her version right here. It's RussiaxLatvia; she's slowly making me like that pairing.... B|
☽✩☾
He supposed that being further north than that rebellious fool would mean he was more prepared for colder weather, but he had also assumed that Alfred wasn't such an idiot that he'd forego proper winter wear; and in Boston, no less. The clouds were dropping heavy snowflakes and the bitter wind from the icy harbor was not helping at all but to keep Arthur's cheeks and nose a raw shade of red. He pulled his particularly long scarf up, keeping his narrowed eyes on that bufoon waiting for him at the end of the walkway. The only things on his body keeping him warm were a pair of jeans, some ... college team sweater, and that jacket from--how long had it been?--nearly 70 years ago. (Really; one would think it would be shred and tattered by now.)
He sighed into the soft fabric now covering his mouth, shaking his head slightly and fixing his earmuffs. The wind was sharp and already he could barely feel whatever part of his ear wasn't covered. But ... he could help but feel warmer whenever he looked to see Alfred's skin start turning a darker shade of blue. He heard the clack of his shoes come to a stop as he stood before Alfred. Hands on his hips now, staring boredly into Alfred's eyes.
"What on earth are you supposed to do with so little to keep you warm?"
For a moment or two, Arthur nearly believed that maybe Alfred had gone deaf, but upon seeing him grin he was proven wrong. No; instead, all Alfred could do was stutter worse than Raivis on a particularly bad day.
"W-winter jus-st kind of r-r-really hi-hit y'know-w?"
England rolled his eyes. "It's a season--! It doesn't just 'hit'! It comes every year! Just how do you plan to stay warm in that?"
At that, Alfred grinned. "W-well, your sca-a-arf i-is pr-retty l-long...!"
It took a small moment to process what Alfred had said, but Arthur got it well enough. "...Get your own bloody scarf!"
Alfred chuckled a bit at that, but held his arms out as he took a few steps forward, causing Arthur to step away a few paces, his scarf held out of reach. "Aw, c-come on, Arty--! Y-you can sh-share...!"
"No--! Buy your own!" Unable to see where he was stepping, Arthur's foot landed on a very slick patch of ice, and his shoes were not made to grip anything; much less ice. A slip, and a stumble, complete with waving arms and a few uncensored curses, followed a second later by a firm grip on his jacket sleeve and arm. He was at an odd angle, yes, but his head wasn't crashing with concrete and for that he would be grateful. Despite being (somewhat) comfortable in his winter-wear, Arthur couldn't help but feel a comfortable warmth from Alfred as he was helped to his feet. He glanced up (making sure to look nonchalant about the small ordeal), then away as he walked off, muttering a, "Thank you." He couldn't make it far; not without America catching up. "You owe m-me," he said. "I just s-saved your-r life--"
"A trip like that would not have killed me. I owe you nothing."
"Then I s-saved you a lot of pa-ain...!"
Arthur was not exactly (ever) in the mood to listen to this; he ripped off his scarf and lightly tossed it at the American. "Shut your mouth; I can barely hear you, anyway." He motioned to his earmuffs, and started walking off. He immediately began to regret the sudden lack of fabric, but he would not be deterred; there was a car waiting for himself and Alfred, and it would be warm inside--at least, he hoped so. And thus he continued on until Alfred came up beside him to stop him, wrapping the scarf around them both several times and making sure it was secure, and, of course, warm. Despite the warmth he felt rush through him, thawing out even so deep as his bones, Arthur scowled.
"What are you doing?" he growled. Alfred just grin; all traces of stuttering suddenly gone.
"Nothin'," he said. "Making sure you're warm, is all. ...Though, with as hot-headed as you get, I don't think you'd ever be too cold."
Another grimace settled across UK's face, as he started walking again, dragging Alfred along with him. "I am not hot-headed!" he insisted. He felt Alfred dragging behind, and at that he felt amused; albeit in a slightly darker way.... Alfred managed to match the pace, and began grinning again.
"Sure you are! Your face is all red, isn't it?"
Arthur had to roll his eyes at that. "It's cold, you idiot. Of course my face is red; just as yours is."
Alfred didn't seem to hear him as they continued on. The car awaiting them was visible, and coming closer. He started unraveling the scarf from his neck so slide in the car when the door was opened, promising warmth, but--alas. The inside of the car was not too much warmer than the outside world. ...And so he sat discontentedly, arms crossed, and face in a pout as Alfred slid in right next to him with a wide smile and holding up the scarf.
"Would you like to share?"