Hetalia One-Shots

UsUk : My Snow Angel❄️

  As the weather suggested earlier, snowflakes began floating down on earth to clump up in layers of snow. The frosty air stung any revealed skin and turned faces red with cold. Underneath heaps of clothing, England waddled next to his boyfriend. The blue-eyed blond was also wrapped in layers of warm sweats, struggling to stop shaking like a leaf.

  They strolled down Central Park huddled against each other. Though the weather was harsh, the atmosphere was pleasant. Children ran up and down the paths, rolled around in the snow and played with sleds. England chuckled seeing their juvenile amusements and rested his head on America's shoulder. The tall country stopped and glanced from his lover to the playing children.

  The snow continued its downfall and covered their heads and jackets with glimmering, white flakes. After admiring the kids they pursued their way hand in hand. The benches around them and lampposts were decorated for the upcoming holidays with twinkling lights and bright colors. They passed by many couples like them taking advantage of the romantic strolls in the snow.

  Out of the blue, America yanked England and sprinted down the snow-covered trail. The green-eyed country shouted in protest but was completely ignored. They halted once again near a large slope, traces of luges still pressed into the snow. The enthusiastic blond ran over to a group of kids as England stared in confusion, still trying to calm his nerves.

  After a couple of minutes discussing with the children, America came back with a red bobsled in hand and a huge grin on his face. England was conflicted whether to laugh at his silliness or be bothered by it. The blond laced his arm around his boyfriend, convincing him to accompany him. In the end, the grumpy nation chuckled and pulled America in for a smiling kiss.

  The couple sat on the sled and pushed themselves down the hill. England gripped tightly onto his lover's frame and contained a shriek as the blond shouted in excitement. Once down the slope, they immediately ran back up to go back down again. After three descents, they both tumbled off the luge and rolled in the cold snow.

  Flakes and laughter filled their lungs as they clutched onto their stomachs hysterically. America began waving his arms around in the snow, creating the infamous snow angels kids somewhat appreciate making. England noticed this and mimicked the action. He pushed himself up to admire his work. It didn't resemble what he knew of angels but went with it.

  The green-eyed blond held his hand out to help his mate on his feet. America laced his hand with England's but instead of standing up, he pulled the unprepared nation down. He stumbled onto America's chest, face inches away from the blond's. Their breaths rose into the freezing air as their hearts beat fast. Their eyelids slowly dropped and they closed in the gap separating their lips.

  Their mouths were chilly but created an ardent friction appealing to both once connected. America's gloved hands raked through England's wet hair as the blond held him tenderly. They separated in need of air and rested their foreheads against each other.

  The cold began creeping under their skins, telling them to find warmth immediately. The couple stood and walked up the hill hand in hand. They returned the sled to the children and went on their way. They hurried their steps anticipating the pleasant feeling of a hot cup of tea and coffee against their lips, the heat of a fire enveloping them. The comfort of their shared embraces filled their minds and boosted them to their mutual home.