Hetalia One-Shots

HongIce : Best Traditions❄️

  Western holidays can be confusing to Hong Kong. He never really understood all the different celebrations. Then again, Asian holidays were just as abundant. The brunet sat on Iceland's couch watching him decorate for one of the most famous of all celebrations, Christmas. The Nordic loved the holiday and asked Hong Kong to celebrate it with him, spending the new year in his company as well.

  With every ornament spread across the floor, Iceland tiptoed through the mess to hang the decorations onto the Christmas tree. His boyfriend slouched onto the floor and rummaged through one of the multiple boxes filled with Christmas decorations. He found a weird looking plant tied with a red bow. He held it up towards Iceland.

  "Hey Icey, what's this thing? Why is it a Christmas decoration?" Hong Kong eyed the green leaves and white berries. Iceland turned around and blushed seeing what his boyfriend was holding.

  "It's, uh..." The blond didn't know how to explain without making much of a fool of himself. He walked to Hong Kong and knelt down, kissing the nation on the lips. The brunet stayed frozen in bewilderment.

  "I-It's actually a tradition to k-kiss someone under the mistletoe o-otherwise it's bad luck to refuse the kiss. Once the couple kisses they pluck a berry. After all the berries are gone, the bough can no longer command a kiss. I don't know why people do it but it's fun at parties I guess," explained Iceland trying to fight his growing flush.

  Hong Kong's eyes widened in understanding and he gasped. He stared at the plant as if it had answered all his prayers. Iceland forgot about it quickly and pursued his decorating.

  "Oh, Hong Kong, would you mind buying me candles at the grocery store please? I don't think we have enough," requested the blond struggling to hang the golden tinsel over his fireplace. The Asian nation snapped out of his thoughts and leaped up.

  "Yes of course!"

  He grabbed his coat and the keys to Iceland's apartment, slamming the door and running down the flight of stairs. The Nordic remained still in his silent living room, fixing the door from which his partner had darted out of. He hadn't expected the brunet to be so enthusiastic about running an errand, but shrugged in satisfaction.

*

  Iceland laid on his bed with Christmas music blasting throughout his flat. He didn't hear Hong Kong come back, nor hear him sneak through his whole house. Minutes after, the country rushed in Iceland's room and tackled him on his bed. The blond cried out in alarm.

  "I put the candles on the kitchen counter," announced Hong Kong laying his chin on Iceland's chest. "What should we do now? Are you done decorating?"

  The Nordic brushed his boyfriend's hair back. He breathed quietly and smiled. "Yeah, I'm done for now. We can... uh... make some hot chocolate and watch a movie. What do you say?" he proposed playing with Hong Kong's dark hair. The country nodded and pushed himself up, helping his lover afterwards.

Iceland went into the kitchen after turning the music off with Hong Kong following close behind. He opened cupboards taking out mugs and the chocolate powder. Out of one fell a bright green bough tied to the inside with a red ribbon. The blond stared at it in puzzlement wondering when and how it got there.

  His boyfriend tapped his shoulder. Iceland turned around and received a small kiss on the lips. He stood against the counter and ogled Hong Kong.

  "It's the tradition," stated the boy with a shrug. He casually walked away to the living room to put on a movie. Iceland rubbed his temple and proceeded to make the hot chocolate.

  He entered the room with two steaming mugs and sat next to Hong Kong on the sofa. They snuggled together, starting the film. They spent the entirety of it entwining fingers, or legs, rubbing circles on each other's backs, playing with one another's hair. The afternoon was warm and cozy, perfect for the season.

  After the movie, Iceland said he was going to shower. Hong Kong went into the kitchen to put the mugs away. The Nordic closed the bathroom door, leaving it unlocked as usual. He stripped off his clothes and turned the hot water on. The satisfying sound of drops on the tub calmed Iceland as he stepped into the shower. He closed his eyes and let the water run over his face.

  The young nation slicked his hair back and rubbed the drops out of his eyes to open them again. He nearly slipped backwards seeing a mistletoe hanging from the shower handle. He managed to grab hold onto the slippery wall and balance himself.

  "HONG KONG!" he shouted. Stomping footsteps arrived in front of the door and the brunet knocked on it before entering. The Nordic pulled the curtain covering his body and pointed to the green plant in frustration. "Seriously? In here?" complained Iceland already exasperated.

  Hong Kong smirked and slid his hand behind the blond's wet neck pulling him towards his face. He pressed his lips against Iceland's for a deep, loving kiss. He left as soon as their lips separated leaving the Nordic nation in an angry daze.

  Soon after, the blond was done showering and dried up. He slipped on his pajamas and exited the bathroom sighing especially long. Iceland dragged his feet to his room and fell on his bed, gripping his pillow tightly. He raised his head and placed his chin on the cushion only to have his nose tickled. The blond fluttered his eyes open and jerked up.

  "For the love of- THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME ALREADY," he hollered into the hallway. He heard Hong Kong's laugh from the kitchen then up to his door. The brunet crawled up to Iceland with a grin.

  "You can't blame me for trying. Besides, it's bad luck if you refuse," smirked the Asian leaning closer to Iceland's red cheeks. The blond sighed and closed in on the space between their lips.

  "But that's the last one okay? I'll kiss you without these stupid plants if you really want it," grumbled the Nordic. Hong Kong brushed Iceland's hair with his fingers and smiled.

  "Great, I want you to give me a thousand kisses per day," requested the brunet playfully. His boyfriend exhaled loudly trying to hide his smile. Hong Kong propped himself over Iceland and deposited chaste kisses the long of the nation's neck. The blond giggled and rolled over, embracing his partner dearly. They played tenderly, exchanging soft pecks and sweet hugs until they both tiredly let themselves fall under the covers, snuggling closely to drift off to sleep.