Hetalia Oneshots

Snow storms (Nyo!PruHun)

Requested by: @-TheKnifeQueen-

Warning: Straight

Daniel cursed himself for not thinking to bring a jacket. It's just a little wind, he told himself, who would've thought it would get this cold in winter.

That was not the smartest move on his part. Of course, the weather app on his phone had alerted him too late of the freak snow storm approaching. He was already 10 minutes away from his house.

He looked around at the neighborhood. His brain had told him earlier that a nice walk to the store might be good for him. So here he was, in a random neighborhood, freezing to death.

His green irises landed on a house and he signed a breath of relief. He identified it as one of his best friend's, Julchen, house. He trotted up to the front door and knocked on it. Her car was in the driveway and Daniel could see her TV on through the window.

" Coming!" He heard her shout from the other side. Her face peaked out from behind the curtain and he could see a look of shock on her face at the sight of him.

He waved and she rushed the unlock the door. He snorted as she threw open the door and knocked the lamp off the table next to the door. They both cringed at the loud noise it made when it shattered.

" Zhe awesome me had no use for zhat lamp anyvay." She waved it off.

He chuckled at her excuse. She cleared her throat and ran a hand through her plentiful white hair. " So, vhat brings jou to mein awesome home?"

He looked over his shoulder at the snow coming down with seemingly no end. " I don't know, maybe I'm just enjoying the snow in little to no warm clothing and decided to stop by your house which happens to have indoor heating to say 'hi'. I'll be on my way now." He raised an eyebrow, his voice thick with sarcasm.

She crossed her arms. " No need to be rude." She was a bit disappointed that was the only reason he'd dropped by unexpectedly.

Daniel's eyes trailed down her figure. She looked rather comfy in her t-shirt and pajama pants, but he could see her shivering from the cold wind even though she seemed to ignore it. His gaze landed on her feet and he frowned.

" Julie, your bleeding. I think the glass from the lamp cut you." He pushed past her into house without waiting for her to invite him in.

She glanced down but pretended to not feel the pain. " Psh, zhat's nozhing. I can handle a little blood." She closed the door and took a step towards the living room.

He noticed her wince at the pressure that was applied to her cut foot. He rolled his eyes and reached down, scooping her up bridal-style. She shrieked, her pale face becoming a brilliant red hue.

" You don't look okay." He stepped over the glass and walked to the couch, setting her down only once he had sat down himself.

" D-Danny, I-I'm fine. I promise." He shot her a pointed look.

" Don't lie to me." He retorted simply. He lifted her foot up and groaned. " Julchen, you've completely demolished your skin! You can't possibly be okay!" He stood up and ran to the bathroom.

Julchen took the time alone to try and calm down his blush. She inhaled deeply to keep from reacting to the pain. Her foot was on fire from the glass stuck in her foot. Daniel returned with a pair of tweezers, bandages, and a damp cloth.

He got to work, trying not to hurt her as he pulled the glass from her foot. He finished after several minutes of working in silence. He wiped the blood off carefully before wrapping her wounds. " There we go."