Hetalia One-Shots

HongIce : First Date

Iceland straightened his hair brushing it down. He tugged on the bottom of his shirt and turned his head making sure he looked presentable. He nodded and grabbed his cellphone running down the stairs. He walked past Norway who was holding a giant newspaper in front of his face and Denmark who was laying on the couch apparently fast asleep.

"Nor, I'm going out with Hong Kong. See you later," explained Iceland standing near the door, ready to dart out before his brother could stop him. "Okay. Sure. Bye," replied the country. His voice was calm and approving. Iceland cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. He didn't wait for any further explanations concerning his brother's strange behavior and simply jogged out the house.

The silver blond strolled down the streets until he arrived to his and Hong Kong's rendezvous point. His date was already waiting with a huge smile stretching across his face. He wore his favorite red hoodie with dark jeans and greeted Iceland cheerfully. "You ready?" beamed the Asian nation. Iceland nodded shyly with a nervous smile. His heartbeat accelerated as they started walking side by side.

Both boys sat in a café's terrace facing one another. Iceland kept his eyes glued to the sweets menu as Hong Kong passionately contemplated the ball of nerves in front of him with reddened cheeks. The waiter came by their table a few minutes later and scribbled down their desires. As he left, Hong Kong's stare fell on something behind Iceland. The Nordic country didn't pay attention and tried to start a conversation.

"So... How's your family? Are you and Taiwan still working on that huge prank for Japan?"
asked Iceland, fidgeting his fingers. Making conversation was hard. In fact, simply talking was draining. Hong Kong didn't reply and kept his eyes fixated in front of him, slightly leaning on the right to see past Iceland. The blond didn't turn his head, he simply brought his hands to his knees feeling nervous. "What? What is it?"

The dark haired country squinted his eyes then smiled, amused. "Hey isn't that your bro?" Iceland frowned in confusion and spun around on his chair. His face fell as he saw two men sitting one in front of the other, both with menus in their hands.

The one wearing a brown trench coat held the laminated paper to the side, hiding his profile. On his head was pulled down a longshoreman cap, covering most of his hair. The one wearing a black overcoat, on the other hand, was passionately reading the menu, his eyes glowing like a child. His collar was turned up and on his head was a black ivy cap with a few blond strands spiking out from under the head garment.

"Hey hey! Can I have this here huh? Look, it looks really good!" inquired the tall man.

The one facing him hit him with the menu, slamming his hands on the table and leaning forward. "Will you shut up? Now's not the time! We're on a mission remember?" shouted the man in a hushed tone. His collar was also turned up and hid his face up to his eyes.

At that, the tall man straightened and raised the menu in front of his face. "Yup. Of course." He narrowed his eyes and puckered his lips trying to look "cool" like he had seen in the movies. His friend just groaned.

Iceland clearly recognized both men. They were none other than Norway and Denmark. His big brother just had to ruin his date with Hong Kong, it was inevitable. Iceland remembered Norway's passivity when he left the house and sighed. Of course, it was all an act. Norway could be worse than a worried mother combined with an overprotective father at times.

"Hey..."

  Hong Kong held his hand up cutting the purple eyed nation in his speech. "Don't worry, I get it." He called out to the waiter who then brought them their sweets to-go and they payed, immediately leaving the calm terrace.