Hetalia One-Shots

Giripan : Scents

T-Shirt. Pullover. Jacket. Every piece of clothing Heracles fumbled through was simply not the one he was searching for. He opened every drawer and unhung every hanger, throwing his belongings behind him. He scurried through the apartment and opened the small closet where the laundry machines were stacked inside. He opened the dryer and washing machine patting frantically the insides. He retreated and stood in the cramped living room.

"Hey Kuki, have you seen my black sweater? The one with the green edges?" asked the brunet to his boyfriend who was lying on the sofa, phone above his face. "Stop calling me that. I'm not a cookie," replied Kiku blankly, concentrated on his game. Heracles ignored his comment and asked again. "But have you seen my hoodie?"

The Asian man turned on his stomach and tapped on his screen wearily. "Mmh? No." Heracles sighed and paced his apartment again, searching for the clothing. After a short moment, Kiku stood up and slid his shoes on. "Hey I'm going home okay? See you tomorrow," called the black haired man still staring at his phone. His boyfriend didn't coherently reply, too busy looking for his sweater.

~The Next Day~

The doorbell rang while Heracles was watching a T.V. show. He lowered the volume and waited for the door to open and close. The rattling of keys jingled from the doorway and soon Kiku appeared. The brunet smiled and turned to face his boyfriend.

"Hey my little Ku-... Is that my hoodie?" questioned the man staring at Kiku's outfit. He was wearing a black hoodie with light green rims, exactly like Heracles had described the day before. Kiku looked down at his attire nonchalantly and shrugged.

"Oh yeah. That's why I'm here," said the black haired man while pulling the sweater off, "It lost your scent so I'm returning it. Take it back and make sure to pervade your odor again okay?" He handed Heracles his hoodie who stared at him confused. "I have to go, I have to go to the comic book store with that noisy American. Bye. Love you."

Barely seconds later the door was closed once again and the brunet was left alone with the laughing voices of the T.V. filling the silence. He brought the cloth to his face and inhaled the smell. It was soaked with the sweet scent of the little man. Heracles smiled, liking the odor. He decided to keep it the way it was before washing and returning it to his boyfriend. Having the smell of his lover was an oddly satisfying and relaxing sentiment.