Hetalia One Shots

Sneeze and Fall

Ameripan

Kiku allowed Alfred to clutch him close, for once not minding the physical contact. He quite enjoyed the silence of nights where he was held by his boyfriend-no nightmares or dreams awoke him. It was peaceful.

Alfred pressed his forehead against Kiku's, causing him to open his eyes. They stared at each other, letting the outside world drift away as they studied each other up close. Though they had done so before, every time Kiku was close to the American, he noticed things he had never noticed before. Lost in the beautiful sky blue of his eyes, noticing the many different shades; he felt as if he were staring into the peaceful sky of a warm summers day.

Alfred was also taking in Kiku's features. His smooth skin, the way it lit up in the just right places to create a masterpiece of beauty. His eyes-they were like a rich warm chocolate, nearly a solid color or warmth, save for the tops of his eyes, where it faded into a color near black; yet it was beautiful in its own way.

They lay like that for what seemed to be years, studying each other's features in a beautiful state of peace and calm. Alfred felt Kiku's soft, silk pajamas against his bare chest. Slowly, his eyes relaxed a bit. Kiku watched in fascination as the young blonde nestled against him comfortably, seeing his face relax to form a state of utter beauty.

Suddenly, Alfred felt a small tickle in his nose, and his throat lurched as he let out a sneeze. It was relatively small-for him. Kiku (who quite sneezes like a small kitten) was so startled by this seeming rocket of noise: he lurched up, eyes snapping wide open as he lost his balance and fell out of Alfred's grasp. He let out a sharp gasp as he hit the floor, pulling the blankets part way off the bed with him.

Alfred stared down at his boyfriend in shock. When he realized that Kiku was not hurt (save for possibly his pride) he began to laugh his great, loud laugh. Kiku simply stared at him for a second, before letting out a small chuckle. "Help me up, Alfred."

The American reached down to pull him back up on the bed.

"Gladly."

AusHun

Roderich set his glasses upon the table next to his bed as he climbed under the soft blankets. Elizabeta soon joined him, pulling him close to her as she rested her head on his chest. Her hair splayed out over the pillow and he fought to keep from wrapping the delicate strands around his finger-last time he played with her hair, it had not been appreciated.

She sighed contentedly as she murmered a soft sentence.

"I love you, Roderich."

He graced her with a small smile. He opened his mouth to respond, when he felt her body suddenly tense up.

Just as suddenly, she let out a sneeze, swiftly turning her head away from him. However, it was startling enough that Roderich jerked backwards, scrambling for a hold on something as he felt gravity pull him over the side of the bed, his head aiming to be the first to hit the ground. His hands waved for a handhold before he felt himself being dragged back up onto the bed.

Elizabeta sat there, his wrist in her hand, her hair in his. She winced in pain as she pried the strands of light brown hair out of his grip, which was still abnormally firm as his heart finally began to calm down. Roderich looked up at Elizabeta, expecting her to be upset.

She sat there, stifling laughter as much as she could. This made Roderich's face go extremely red, which only caused her to release her laughter as she playfully hit his arm. The Austrian glared at her, but she only grinned. Having managed to finally stop laughing, she pulled him back down onto the bed, wrapping her arms around him as she continued to snicker occasionally, before she finally fell asleep to Roderich's steady breathing; the other had quickly fallen asleep, his face still bright red from the night's events.