[Pour Mel] Fireflies
Five flashes
Six flashes.
Canada counted the lights blinking on and off. Somewhere behind him the party in America's house was just starting to get going, but Canada didn't particularly care for this sort of party. Loud music and drinking, couples in every room. He sipped his beer and set it back on the dock.
Seven flashes.
His feet dipped into the pond and if he were less drunk, the murky water might have provoked wariness but he flicked the water off his feet with no care. Then another sip.
Eight, nine, ten flashes.
A warm body slid down behind him, arms wrapping around his waist and legs dangling to either side of his, too far back to reach the water. He didn't ask who it was, just leaned in to his embrace and looked up at him, blinking slowly.
"You always run away from these things, why do you come?" America brushed the hair back from Canada's face and Canada smiled faintly and didn't answer, taking another sip. America already knew the answer.
"Your fireflies are different I think."
"You have fireflies? Isn't it too cold for them up there?" America's head dropped on his and it took a supreme effort not to roll his eyes.
"It's not cold everywhere. Don't play dumb." Canada muttered and America's chuckle was muffled in his hair, nuzzling. The smell of beer that's surely coating his hair and clothes would normally annoy him but the drunk haze and the shimmery lights dancing over the water is too comforting.
"Some of you is pretty warm, eh?" America's lips ghosted over his ear and he doesn't shiver, just presses closer. It only takes a soft kiss to his neck to make him wriggle in America's arms, moving and inching until they both sigh softly.
With their borders lined up, Canada curled on top of America, the fireflies, the distant music, and the warm summer night, the urge to do more just fades away.
Contentedly. Canada murmured, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
"Some of me."
"I'll warm up what isn't."
Six flashes.
Canada counted the lights blinking on and off. Somewhere behind him the party in America's house was just starting to get going, but Canada didn't particularly care for this sort of party. Loud music and drinking, couples in every room. He sipped his beer and set it back on the dock.
Seven flashes.
His feet dipped into the pond and if he were less drunk, the murky water might have provoked wariness but he flicked the water off his feet with no care. Then another sip.
Eight, nine, ten flashes.
A warm body slid down behind him, arms wrapping around his waist and legs dangling to either side of his, too far back to reach the water. He didn't ask who it was, just leaned in to his embrace and looked up at him, blinking slowly.
"You always run away from these things, why do you come?" America brushed the hair back from Canada's face and Canada smiled faintly and didn't answer, taking another sip. America already knew the answer.
"Your fireflies are different I think."
"You have fireflies? Isn't it too cold for them up there?" America's head dropped on his and it took a supreme effort not to roll his eyes.
"It's not cold everywhere. Don't play dumb." Canada muttered and America's chuckle was muffled in his hair, nuzzling. The smell of beer that's surely coating his hair and clothes would normally annoy him but the drunk haze and the shimmery lights dancing over the water is too comforting.
"Some of you is pretty warm, eh?" America's lips ghosted over his ear and he doesn't shiver, just presses closer. It only takes a soft kiss to his neck to make him wriggle in America's arms, moving and inching until they both sigh softly.
With their borders lined up, Canada curled on top of America, the fireflies, the distant music, and the warm summer night, the urge to do more just fades away.
Contentedly. Canada murmured, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
"Some of me."
"I'll warm up what isn't."