Hetalia Reader x Country One shots

Ice Skating (USUK one shot)

"Ice skating?" Arthur looked completely confused as he listened to Alfred's strange suggestion. It was only a few 30 degrees out (Farenheit), and the thought of being on the ice made a shiver run down Arthur's spine. "Are you insane?"

"Nah! Come on, I do it all the time, it'll be so fun!" The childish expression on the American's was hard to resisit, yet Arthur could manage.

"No way. I'm not to get bundled up and move outside. It's way too cold," Arthur poured yet another cup of tea, sipping it delicately, as to not burn the sensitive muscle inside his mouth. "Besides, I just made my tea not too long ago. Its warm in here, and out there," He pointed to the closed window. "Is not."

"Aww come on Artie! Stop bein' such a buzzkill. Please? I'll buy you tea afterwards, please? Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Oh and the lip trick. Alfred's bottom lip jut out, and he whimpered, attempting to persuade the older, British male. "Pretty pony please?"

"Alfred-"

"PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!" Alfred whined loudly, now holding Arthur's sweater sleeve and yanking it down.

"Okay fine!" Arthur tugged his arm away, watching as the American popped up, yaying before going upstairs to get dressed properly. The truth was, Arthur didn't want to go skating because he never had before, and he was seriously afraid of falling. By the time Arthur had to process, Alfred was down the stairs, a scarf around his neck, a trenchcoat on his body, boots at his feet and warm gloves.

"Dude, go get ready! I don't want to be too late for the skating!" Alfred cheered, a bright smile on his face. He was so ecstatic to hang out with Arthur tonight. They were close friends and it had been a long time since they really hung out. Sure, they met on business, but their countries were so far from each other, all they did was really message and face time. His crystal blue eyes watched as the Brit descended up the stairs, turning and disappearing. Soon enough, Arthur was down, with gray ear muffs, a blue scarf, a long red coat, and blue boots that matched the scarf he wore. Without saying a word, Arthur snatched up his phone and the keys, shooing Alfred outside. 

The cold air hit them both like bricks. Arthur backed up a bit, wanting to return inside. He glanced in, seeing the smoke from the fireplace gone, since it had been put out a few minutes before. Suddenly, the door slammed, and Alfred locked his house up, grabbing England's wrist and dragging him along. America rushed to Central Park, into the area where they held ice skating. Immediately, he ran faster, Arthur yelling at him to slow down.

Oh he could see it happening already. He and Arthur would skate around a bit, and when they got tired, they would stop and get hot chocolate. Then, they'd chat for a while before going back, and skating even more. After that, Alfred would lead him to the big Christmas tree, and he would tell the other those three beautiful words that Arthur would repeat with an extra word. Finally, they would kiss, for the first time together, and their relationship would blossom soon after. Alfred felt his heart thump faster just thinking about it. 

"Iggy, what size do you wear?" Alfred asked the red nosed Brit, who was somewhat shivering at the loss of contact. The lady glanced over at him, quirking an eyebrow. She could tell something was up with this dude and it wasn't the cold. 

"I-It's Arthur, you twat! N-ngh... Um... I wear a seven." Arthur's face was bright red from the nickname, and it was bothering him to no end, where he secretly blamed the cold for this ridiculous crimson color on his face. His feet shuffled, and he thought about how he would fall face first into the ice, and then blood would be absolutely everywhere. It brought chills down his spine.

"Okay then, a pair of sevens and a pair of tens." He passed the woman a twenty dollar bill, accepting the shoes with blades a few moments after. He passed the sevens to Arthur, whom gulped, walking over to the benches. His heart was in his mouth and that was giving an awkward silence. He took off his shoes, pulling the tongue of the skate out, slipping his foot inside. Once that was done, he laced it up, then clipped the sides over it. Arthur repeated that, and stood up, a bit wobbly as he placed the shoes in a locker, Alfred's already in there.