GerUk/GerEng Collection

Rainy Day

It was cold, it was damp and it was anything but pleasant. That still hadn't stopped a serene smile from growing on England's lips. Germany on the other hand only shivered at the thought of having to walk back to the hotel in these conditions. He glanced over once more to England, only to find he had made his way out from under the canopy of the meeting hall and onto the sidewalk.

"Arthur," he called, following after him. A chill ran up his spine as the cold droplets hit his skin. England hated the cold, so what was he doing standing out in the rain? The rain began to fall harder. At this rate, the Brit was going to catch a cold, and Germany would be the one who would have to take care of him. Opening his umbrella, he made his way over to his lover, handing the umbrella to him.

"Not thank you," England simply stated without tearing his gaze from the sky, "I just need this right now."

"But you're going to make yourself sick."

England only shrugged and began walking and Germany was quick to follow, trying to shield the stubborn man. He was eventually led to a park that was a block away. "Take a stroll with me love?" England asked, looking up at him with one of the most innocent looks he had ever given him.

He could already feel the heat rising up to his cheeks. "Uh...o-o-okay...b-but please stand under the umbrella."

"Deal."

And so, the two began their walk, hand in hand, under the umbrella. At least the cold wasn't as much of an issue anymore. He felt like he was on fire with every quirk of England's mouth into an even wider smile, the sparkle in his eyes, and the few stray raindrops dripping down his bangs. "So...you like this kind of weather?"

"Hmm? Oh y-yeah...I suppose so. Just...there's...there's this comforting thing about it. It's refreshing just to feel it against your skin, calming to listen to, and smells so clean."

Germany felt his stomach drop at England's words. The way he talked as though something was bugging him regardless of his attempts to hide it. "Are you doing okay?" Germany blurted out without a second thought.

England blinked slowly at him, but must have caught on as a small 'ah' escaped his lips. "I'm...okay. I've been way better, but I wouldn't say I'm in a bad place...Just a little worn down is all. I'm sure you understand, especially coming out of that hell hole we were just in."

"Do you need-"

"No." England stopped in his tracks, adding, "not right now...I just...need a distraction."

Germany squeezed his hand tighter with a gentle 'okay,' and they continued their stroll. 

A half an hour later, they made their way back to their hotel. England was still quite wet as they entered their room. "I'll draw a bath," Germany said, taking off his coat and leaving the umbrella to dry. England simply gave a small nod, the cold finally hitting him.

Soon enough the two were settled into a nice warm bath, bubbles and all. England laid against Germany's chest, Germany's arms wrapped loosely around him. They just sat there for a good ten minutes, soaking in the warmth (and each other).

"We needed to wash up soon," Germany noted, burying his nose into the Brit's neck. England only groaned slightly in reply. "Come on, I'll wash you."

England heard him pump what he assumed was shampoo into his hand and he began slowly massaging it into his hair and scalp. England let his eyes slide shut as he leaned into the touch. It was a little rough, as expected from his lover, but it didn't make it any less wonderful.

As Germany continued his work, England melted further and further into his chest. By the time he was finished, England was feeling quite content and fuzzy. He admired him for a moment, combing a hand through the shaggy head of hair before saying, "My turn."

England grumbled at being disturbed, but his tune quickly changed as he began washing Germany. He made sure to move slowly, tracing all the muscles and crevices along his boyfriend's body. He didn't even have to look up to know Germany was blushing.

Once he was finished he leaned up for a kiss. Their lips moved together slowly, the kiss deepening when England pulled slightly at Germany's hair. They pulled away panting, putting their foreheads together as they caught their breath.

"Let's move this to the bed," Germany murmured, placing a light kiss on England's ear.

"Agreed."