Iceland-Emil Steilsson
Norway-Lukas Bondevik
(Y/n)-Your name
(F/c)-Favourite colour
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*Flashback*
(Y/n)'s P.O.V.
The cold wind blows against my skin as I lace up my white skates. I adjust my scarf and walk over to the frozen lake. Carefully gliding onto it I concentrate on my balance.
After I secure my centre of gravity I attempt a jump. I land perfectly letting out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I look around realising that I am completely alone and it is silent. How peaceful...
I take another deep breath and perform another jump, perfect landing again. It feels weird to be all alone here, very eerie.
I continue skating for another half an hour, slowly making my way closer to the centre of the lake. I am so deep in concentration I don't hear the ice cracking under me. Before I can think I plummet deep into the cold water. My warm clothes drag me down and I struggle for breath.
As everything begins to turn dark a cold hand grabs mine and another wrap around my waist. I get pulled above the water and when I am able to get air I gasp of oxygen. I'm carried to land and placed down softly.
I still can't breath properly and whoever saved me begins C.P.R. on me. I cough up the rest of the water and open my eyes to be met with beautiful violet ones. It's a boy, about my age with tousled silver hair and concerned amethyst eyes.
"Are you ok?" He asks
I nod and cough a little more. He takes off my skates and helps me stand up, I can barely move my legs. A puffin flies overhead and lands on his end, staring at me.
"I'm going to take you back to my house." He says and picks me up bridal-style "I'll get you warm clothes there."
He carries me for around ten minuets and we arrive outside a large mansion. He walks inside and places me on a couch in the living room. There is another blond boy sitting on the couch who looks up very curiously.
"Who is this Lillebror?" He asks
(Norwegian:Lillebror-Little brother)
"I don't know, I rescued her from the lake." The silver haired boy replies
The blond haired boy gets up from the couch to make some tea while the silver headed boy grabs some warm clothes and leads me to a bathroom so I can change. It's a long (f/c) Icelandic jumper and a pair of black sweatpants. When I'm in my warmer clothes I use a town to dry my hair and emerge from the bathroom.
"My name is Emil." The silver haired boy says, leaning in the wall opposite the bathroom door
"I'm (Y/n)." I reply smiling softly "Thank you for saving me."
We head back into the living room and I'm handed some tea. Emil introduces me to his brother Lukas and makes sure I'm warm and comfortable. I don't know why but I can already feel sparks flying between Emil and I.
*Flashback End*
(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
It's about a year after Emil and I met and I was right about sparks flying between us. Soon after we met we started dating and now we are getting ready to spend our first Christmas together as a couple. I'm beginning to get very excited.
"Hey (Y/n) what to go ice skating?" Emil asks me
I haven't let what happened scare me off of ice skating so I agree straight away. We grab out skates and coats and head down to the frozen lake. We tie up our skates and glide onto the ice together.
"This is so romantic, it's where we first met." I giggle
"Yeah, right after you nearly drowned," he replies holding my hand
I laugh and kiss his cheek.
"You really did save my life." I say
He nods and slowly stops skating, effectively stopping me with him. He skates in front of me and presses his lips to mine.
"Ég elska þig." He whispers
(Icelandic:Ég elska þig-I love you)
"Ég elska þig líka." I reply
(Icelandic:Ég elska þig líka-I love you too)
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25 Day Hetalia Christmas One-Shots
FanficAn advent calendar of Hetalia one-shots with lots of different characters. One chapter will be added every day.
