Hetalia One-Shots

TurGre : Summer Fun

  The waves crashing on the shore, the fresh smell of the sea, the warm sun heating the sand, everything was perfect for an afternoon at the beach. A duffle bag laced around his shoulders and a beach ball under his arm, Turkey sprinted from the top of the cliff down to the sandy beach. Greece shortly followed, dragging a cooler and a parasol. Ditching all his belongings except his swimsuit, the tall brunet raced into the water. His boyfriend calmly deposited the cooler and set up the parasol. He opened the duffle bag and neatly laid out two towels in the sand. The loud splashing and cries of Turkey rose in the air as Greece sat in the shade. He fell back and crossed his arms behind his head, closing his eyes and relaxing.

  "Hey Greece! Come in the water, it's perfect!" hollered Turkey before diving back in the clear blue liquid. The green-eyed nation cringed and frowned. He stayed silent and ignored his boyfriend. Noticing Greece's indifference, the brunet shrugged and took full advantage of the beautiful water and sunny weather. After swimming around for a while, the country skipped back to the towels and plopped down next to his lover.

  Greece shot up in surprise as cold drops of water sparked onto his chest. He glared at Turkey who was mindlessly shaking his head and ruffling his wet hair. The long-haired nation shuddered and playfully shoved Turkey away. "Go do that elsewhere, you're getting water all over me," muttered the green-eyed brunet. His lover smirked and leaned closer, flicking the drops right on Greece. He rose up and jumped a meter away, clutching his arms. "Stop that!"

  Turkey laughed and leaned back on his elbows. "What? Are you really not going in the water at all? Your beaches are the best I know and you still refuse to acknowledge them," claimed the country as he covered his eyes with dark sunglasses. Greece frowned and turned around. "That's not true... I do acknowledge that my beaches are very appreciated and are very clean, I just don't like going in the water," he explained, glancing back at the brunet.

  "Right... The personalities of your cats must rub off ya," sneered Turkey as he completely laid on his back. Greece bit the inside of his cheek in frustration and shrugged. "Fine. I'll go for a dip," he stated, stomping off to the edge of the waves.

  The white foam reached out to his toes and sent chills up his spine. The water wasn't cold, in fact very warm for the season, but it still made the nation tremble. He stepped forward watching carefully where he placed his feet, anxious to walk on some marine wildlife. The water reaching halfway up his shins, he stopped. He bent down and dipped his hand in the transparent water, bringing some up to his neck.

  Out of nowhere, splashing startled the brunet and before he knew it he was propelled into the water head first. Leaping up, Greece gasped for air and slicked his hair back. He sent a hard scowl at his boyfriend who was bent over in laughter. Waiting no time, the green-eyed nation lunged at him, tackling the tall man into the water. They began wrestling on their knees in water barely up to their hips. With a small dash, Turkey rose to his feet and heaved Greece on one of his shoulders. The nation lightly hit him in protest but the brunet simply cackled. Trudging into deeper waters, Turkey launched his boyfriend forward, sending him crashing into the clear blue.

  Greece didn't resurface immediately, kicking under water until he reached the older country's legs, pulling them under him. Turkey landed hard on his back and quickly stood back up. He grabbed hold of Greece's hand and pulled him closer. The green-eyed brunet latched his legs around Turkey's hips and rose slightly above him, smiling smugly. They stared intently at each other as their breaths progressively went back to a normal pace. Occasionally throwing glances to the other's lips, their hands stuck to each other's back.

  With the constant sound of waves washing on the shore, they crashed their lips together in a tender kiss. Greece's hands loosely laced behind Turkey's neck as the brunet's fingers raked his lover's hair back. Their mouths moved smoothly against each other like the soft tide of the sea.

  They parted and entwined their fingers as they walked back to the shore. Greece shoved the other to the side and dashed off as the country fell in the water, sand splashing over his face. Once back on his feet, Turkey ran up to the brunet and tackled him to the ground. They rolled around in the sand and momentarily stopped to lock lips.

  Their bodies coated with white sand, they raced back into the water to rinse off. Hands wrapped in each other, they strolled down the beach admiring the beauty of the landscape.