You sat on your couch, consumed in your reading of The Princess Bride. Soon, your best friend, Emil, came over and plopped down next to you.
You gave a smirk, but your eyes never left the pages, "May I help you, Emil?"
He frowned, "Get your nose out of the book, (Y/N)! Let's go for a walk."
His words registering, you looked up at him and raised an eyebrow. "In this weather? Emil, it's freaking snowing outside and my hands are cold enough as it is."
Emil snorted, "Your hands can't be that cold--"
Before he could finish his sentence, you stuck your hand down the back of his shirt. Your ice-like hands making contact with his warm back.
Emil fumbled and fell off the couch, arms flailing in a desperate attempt to get away. "Jesus, (Y/N)! How can your hands be that cold!?"
Your eyes were still glued to your book. Without missing a beat you said in a monotonous tone:
"They match my heart."
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you'd be surprised how many times I've done this to people
YOU ARE READING
Hetalia x Reader Drabbles
FanfictionRandom little scenes that I will probably think of in the precipices of the night.
