Hetalia One-Shots

HongIce : IDs

Iceland's heart started beating faster. "W-What?!" he stuttered in disbelief.

His boyfriend sighed and repeated, "I said, since it's been a year that we've been going out together, we ought to celebrate!"

"Yes I know that, but what did you say after that?!" Iceland voiced staring at Hong Kong.

"That we'll celebrate by going to a nightclub? What? What is it you don't get?" the Asian country answered confused.

"But you want us to use fake IDs?!" the blond nation practically shouted.

"Well duh, how else would we get in, not only we're countries but we barely look like sixteen year-olds."

"But don't you get it? What if we get caught? What would happen to us? Will we go to jail? Can a country even go to jail? I'm pretty sure Finland was sent in jail once... But I can't go to jail! I won't stand a chance!" Iceland argued, completely engulfed in panic and anxiety.

Hong Kong snaked his arm around the Nordic's shoulder and placed a kiss on his cheek. "Relax, nothing can go wrong. Remember, you're with me! And I'll do anything if you ever get in trouble."

This calmed Iceland who blushed and nuzzled against Hong Kong. They let themselves fall back on Iceland's bed still entwined one with the other.

"I'll take care of everything, all you have to do is show up, okay?" Hong Kong explained. The nation pondered shortly and finally answered.

"Fine... Whatever..."

*

Two days later, Hong Kong bursted through Iceland's door, startling the poor country who was peacefully playing Undertale on his computer. He brandished two small cards proudly in the air.

"What." Iceland asked coldly, not really caring for the answer.

"I got them," the brunet grinned, not letting his boyfriend's bad mood get to him.

"You got what?"

Hong Kong slammed the two cards on Iceland's desk smirking. "The IDs, I got the IDs."

Iceland picked them up and quickly scanned them. He nodded, not very sure how to react.

"Tonight, you and me, at The Stage Club, 'kay?"

Iceland looked up to his lover unassertive, "Are you sure about this?"

Hong Kong grinned and pecked his lips. "Of course I'm sure, all you gotta do is act natural, trust me." The blond smiled and kissed him back.

"Okay, I trust you."

*

Later that evening, Iceland waited for his boyfriend to arrive, not far from the night club. Music and people laughing could be heard from all the way where Iceland was standing. He wore simple black jeans with a casual white T-shirt and a jean jacket. He had combed his hair giving him a mature look.

"Icey!"

The said country turned around at the mention of his name. From the moment he laid eyes on Hong Kong, his body started reacting without his consent. His eyes opened wide and his jaw slightly dropped. His pale face started turning the color of an early sunrise, shades of red and pink mixing together.

The Asian country wore a nice bordeaux shirt buttoned up to collar. It's sleeves were folded up just beneath the elbow, making him incredibly hot. The fact that he wore his hair back only made him handsomer.

"Wow, you look great tonight, Icey!" complimented Hong Kong. Iceland broke out of his daze and stuttered a reply,

"T-Thanks, you too, you look really nice." The brunet walked up to Iceland to greet him with a small kiss. He happily obliged and kissed back.

"So, you have what you need?" Hong Kong asked holding his fake ID with two fingers.

"Yup," replied Iceland pulling out his.

"Then let's go!"

They walked up to the entrance and waited in line to get in. Iceland calmed himself and tried to show no emotion at all, trying to be as natural as possible. It was working so far, he looked as confident as ever. Although, after each step closer to the doorway and the tall man dressed in black, he just wanted to turn back and run away as far as he could.

"IDs." The man extended his hand and both nations handed their cards. He over-looked them quickly and simply asked, "Are these real IDs?"

They answered simultaneously,

"Pfft, yes."  

  "No."

The man stared at them weirdly then shook his head. "Sorry guys, can't let you in... Next!"

They were pushed to the side of the line and Iceland turned to face Hong Kong with an expression which was a mixture of annoyance, anger and shock.

"What was that?"

"What?"

"Why did you tell him they were fake?"

"I'm sorry! I panicked okay!" Hong Kong defended himself. Iceland sighed covering his face with his hand.

"Oh my gosh you are so dumb..."

"Hey!" the Asian nation pouted crossing his arms. He muttered under his breath, "It's not my fault okay, I just freaked out, give me a break..."

Iceland pulled out his cellphone and started dialing a number.

"What are you doing?" Hong Kong asked, following his boyfriend away from the club.

"Calling Nor."

He stood dumbfounded.

"What? You're gonna tell him everything?"

"Uh, yeah, I need a ride home," Iceland answered as if it was obvious.

"But how did you get here then?"

"I asked Denmark, he was going out with America and Prussia anyway. He promised he wouldn't tell Norway as long as I didn't either. We said were going to a movie or something."

Hong Kong looked at Iceland in disbelief. He then smiled and approached him.

"Ooh, I see you're starting to become a little rebel," he smirked, proud as if he was the reason to Iceland's behavior, which wasn't completely false.

"Oh and I'm calling your mom too," Iceland added, still waiting for Norway to pick up.

Hong Kong froze. "WHAT? No you can't do that to me! Please, I beg you! You know how China is, he'll kill me! Please don't call my mom!" he wailed backing away, distress forming on his face. Iceland chuckled in amusement seeing his boyfriend in such dread.

Iceland then got a text from Norway asking him what was wrong. He answered and texted to China. The blond nation put away his phone and walked to Hong Kong. "Well, I have to go, Nor will pick me up in front of the grocery shop. Good luck," he said kissing Hong Kong goodbye.

The brunet stared at Iceland's silhouette in disbelief. He felt his phone vibrate and took it out of his pocket. He read the message from China.

"You in deep shit."