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because I'm finally back after Years, I've got several small fics about someone witnessing a first kiss! this is the first of those :)
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open doors
pairings/characters: Australia/Seychelles, England
word count: 586
summary:
England finds two of his guests throwing propriety to the wind after the Queen's coronation.
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1952
England couldnât immediately place the laughter he heard, although he knew it was at least somewhat familiar. Feminine, which certainly narrowed the options down quite a bit, but not enough by far.
Curious what was so amusing, he followed the sound through the halls of the palace, where many nations were currently staying as honoured guests, until he found the room it came from. Just as he peered around the corner of the doors, a more familiar, masculine voice joined in the laughter.
Australia had grown a lot over the past half-century, and was now a tall, strong young man, but he still had the same mischievous laugh and wild hair as centuries before. England could see that right now, he was only wearing a short-sleeved undershirt despite the draught, and that the female nation with him in the room was, in fact, Seychelles. Her dark hair was still piled on her head in artful curls, but she was now draped in several layers of clothing over her formal dressâincluding both Australiaâs shirt and jacket.
England shook his head, unnoticed. The boy still had no sense of propriety.
âYou canât be serious!â Seychelles was saying through laughter, tugging the jacket tighter around her shoulders. From his place hidden by the doors, England could see both of their profiles, and he saw Australia grin as he leant forward in his seat.
âI promise, Sey, Iâm dead serious. Smuggled himself all the way to Sydney. Never seen England so baffled again.â
Sey? Honestly, that boy. Andâwaitânot that story!
âJust as well, probably,â she was saying, drawing her feet up on the settee (!) and smiling back at Australia.
Really, England thought, leaning against the doorframe, he ought to put a stop to all this.
âCould be,â Australia replied, voice gone curiously soft all of a sudden. It was quite startling to England, whoâd only ever known him as loud. âItâs not all bad, anyway.â
âDâyou reckon?â Seychelles asked, and now she sounded⊠Teasing? What had France taught that girl?
âWell, good chance Iâd never have met you if not for the Queen, yeah?â
âLong live the Queen then, isnât it?â
âLong live the Queen.â
England peeked around the doors again and saw that both nations had now leant far forward in their seats, Seychelles sitting cross-legged and with sleeves covering her hands in her lap. She looked down at them, then up at Australia, and smiled again.
âSey,â he started, and England had no idea what passed between the two of them in the moment after that, but he saw Australia stand suddenly to step close to the settee. Seychelles tilted her head up to him, then lifted one sleeve-covered hand to his face as he leant down and kissed her, both hands curling around her jaw.
England clasped a hand over his mouth to stifle a noise that wanted to escape and quickly hid behind the door again. No propriety at all! Anyone could see! Not to mention⊠Ohâtheyâd probably not see each other for years and years after this, having no close political ties and only being in London for the coronation.
Foolish young nations. That was a hard lesson to learn, England knew this all too well.
Cautiously, he peeked once more. The two of them were now both on the settee, faces close together and talking much too low for him to understand.
With a sigh, England silently closed the doors to the room, and went on his way. Long live the Queen.
@maelerie thought you were going to reply publicly. XD
Anyway, they met as pre-teen. Jake (Australia) was a feral child. He liked to wander / run around barefoot and catch animals like they're pokemon. His favourite are snakes. Meanwhile, Michelle (Seychelles) was way more calmer. She always loved the sea and as a child, she loved mermaids. She's an excellent swimmer. (She can't stand cold water though)
So when they met, Jake didn't know how to swim but he got a little crush on her so he asked her to teach him. While Michelle never taught anyone, she accepted because that was another reason to be in the water and getting a friend as a plus. She didn't mind teaching him as she was patient and he was really willing to try learning, despite having troubles at first. Eventually he got pretty good at it.
That's a bit how they became friends at first. Australia also brought her on other kind of adventures. She enjoyed listening to him talk about fauna, mostly because he was so passionate about it and because she liked learning new things. She loved when they met colourful birds.
When Jake found out about surfing years later, he immediately wanted to try and master it. Of course, he asked Michelle to join him (he asked New Zealand first but he wasn't interested). She was hesitant at first but she accepted. That's when they fell in love with each other. They were around 16-17 human age at the time. They often stayed up late by the beach talking and laughing about everything.
Small gestures like hands brushing, eye contacts, or when Michelle is cold and Jake gives her a blanket or his shirt to warm her up made them feel butterflies in their stomachs.
Jake went to his dad to seek advice about how to ask a girl out. Arthur wasn't very helpful in that area. You could ask England about war, how to make a cup of tea or even about sports. But love? Love wasn't his specialty. He did redirect him to France and Veneziano about him, but warned him to take France's pieces of advice with a grain of salt. Since Jake didn't know what that mean, he shrugged it off like "lol ok dad"
When he met France, Jake felt uncomfortable because Francis tends to touch people as he gives advice. Jake thought: old man, please don't touch me. He did try to push him away but Francis would still wrap an arm around the teen. He couldn't focus on what the old man was saying and to be honest, he wasnât sure he wanted to know so he quickly thanked him for the advice and moved on to Vene.
Feliciano was more helpful. He told him to give her flowers or something she would like and just compliment her. He also went to set an example by flirting with a lady on the street, but Jake thought that was too much. He wasnât asking to flirt with many girls, just that one. He thanked Feli anyway and left.
So he did find so pretty colourful flowers. He remembered how her favourite colour is blue so he got some blue, purple and yellow flowers from his land for her. So while Australia was nervous about it, he is still a man of action and mostly just went for it. He ended up saying something in the line of âHey. I like you. Would you like to go on a date sometimes?â
She happily accepted. Iâm debating whether Iâm giving Seychelles a traumatic past or not. It would fit and while she does like Jake, sheâd be fearful of dating him because of her past. She asked to take it slow and Jake agreed to it because he was already happy to be her friend and spend time with her. Dating her would be a plus because now, he could hold her hand and kiss her. So Jake is mostly a very patient boyfriend and Michelle really appreciates it.
in my human au, i have different headcanons. They keep their relationship secret from their parents and they kinda catch feelings the same way. friends to lovers trope you know.
In the mermaid and pirate au tho, i haven't posted anything about it but i started writing it and stopped. (i have so many wips eeeeeeeee) itâs completely different since Michelle is a mermaid and Jake is erm... an explorer / scientist ? Theyâre not friends but are very curious about each other.
Still, the only reason that he notices heramong the other summer camp counsellors is that sheâs very pretty, all tight black curls and smiling eyes and frecklesdotting her warm brown skin. Sheâs wearing a summery blue dress thatâs quicklyexchanged for a yellow camp T-shirt tucked into denim shorts after everyone hasreceived their instructions.
Theyâre on the same team â which is to say,they have to supervise the same gaggle of overexcited kids, they themselves underthe supervision of Arthur (âcall me Mr Kirklandâ) and his ever-present clipboard.He seems surprised that David is back for another year, but only raises hiseyebrows, which are somehow even bigger than Davidâs own, and doesnât sayanything about it. Their little group is completed by Davidâs friend Riley.Thatâs a first. For some reason, they were always split up before.
They meet âtheirâ kids, a dozen hyperactivethirteen-year-olds who are still convinced the summer camp is cool (itâllprobably be the last year of that) but not so much that they should actuallylisten to what their counsellors tell them. It all ends in a lot of shouting.David can practically feel himself going hoarse, but he also gains a lot of satisfactionfrom watching Arthurâs eyebrows crinkle ever more.
David has to tell them that they canât showertonight, and is understandably mobbed by mud-caked kids. (He didnât even tellthem that he is allowed to wash.)
Later, when theyâre watching the celebratory we-survived-the-first-day-of-campcampfire burn out while Riley and Arthur herd the kids to their cabins, Davidtells her about some of the weirdest things that have happened in previousyears, including the time last year when he and Riley discovered that a very Romeo and Juliet-type romance had sprungup between two teenagers from their respective groups, and they decided toprotect them from the rest of the counsellors. (They all hated the two of themby the end. Maybe thatâs why theyâvebeen put together now, with the new recruit.)
âWell, Iâm glad you are,â she replies. Shebites her lip, absently grabs her necklace, and shakes her curls out of herface. âI think itâll be fun, this week. And the kids seem to love you.â
âThe feeling is entirely mutual,â he assuresher. âExcept on the kidsâ parts. I hate those little arseholes.â
She laughs again, and David keeps grinninguntil he goes to bed and Riley thwackshim over the head with a pillow. Although Arthur eventually appears to tellthem to stop their âutterly childishâ pillow fight, he decides itâs been a muchbetter first day than he could have expected.
âToo bad,â she says, leaning against the sinks,back arching. âAny other family members you can recommend for swearing at?â
Briefly, David thinks about his brother, whopretends to be scandalised every time someone uses a single swear word (but heâsheard him talk to his schoolmates) and his sister, who is not allowed to swear(but heâs heard her talk to herschoolmates and damn).
âIâm not picky.â She shrugs. Then, she laughs,arms crossing. Her necklace glints in the bright lights in the bathroom. âYoushould have seen your face, though!Youâd think I was propositioning you, David!â
Then, suddenly, Rileyâs voice from the otherside of the mirrors. âCan you two get a room? Jesus Christ.â
She just says, âOh, fuck it,â and reaches forhim, wrapping a hand around his neck and resting the other against his chest. Hequickly shuts up altogether.
(His mum, David later reflects, is definitelymissing out with regards to being kissed by that mouth.)
(Heâs very glad that the kids are determined torepay him for the Romeo and Juliet situation from last year, although he couldhave done without the extensive alarm system they set up to warn them everytime Arthur is approaching.)
(Also, Rileyâs shovel talk is terrifying. Theirbest man speech at the wedding even more so.)
Day four of ship dominoes, where I write twelve ships using their members as domino stones, each set in a different month. This one is the one that started this whole thing tbh,, itâs because I listened to Choir of Cicadas by the Poets of the Fall too much. The song had to grow on me but I love the feeling of it and I hope so much I managed to capture some of that in this fic. Itâs autumn because hUEE southern hemisphere :P
The weather was turning, the leaves already losing their lush green colour in the face of the upcoming autumn. Today felt like summer, though, so she dragged the lawn chair out to the veranda and sprawled out on it, watching the sparse clouds reflect on the calm sea across the street. Every once in a while, the sun glinted off something among the water, a dolphin or a ship, but the beach was deserted. Everyone was back to work, back to everyday life, having put the seashells they found in jars and their sunlit memories in boxes to be opened when winter came.
âLook at you being lazy,â the man in question was saying, before hitting his shoes against the side of the veranda to get the dirt off and scratching the dog behind her ears. Sheâd been lazing around all day.
âBoth of you are lazy sods,â David admonished, laughing. âLique, whatâre you teaching her?â
âNothing good,â she promised, opening one eye to look up at her husbandâs tall form, now clad in a Henley with most buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. âOh, hand me an elastic.â
She snapped the collar of his shirt against the tanned skin of his chest, and he grinned at nothing, eyes closed.
It was rare that it was peacefully quiet in their house like this, or even just between the two of them, but it had been occurring more often lately. Maybe they were both growing up, finally. Maybe words had just seemed superfluous on the winding road to autumn, lost to the shimmering heat over fields and beaches.
âThis is good,â she said, and David didnât move. Heâd already taken a swim this morning anyway, as he did most mornings.
âItâs been good, hasnât it?â
She smiled. Apparently, he was feeling the same nostalgia as she was. It was unlike him, really. David was a man who lived in the moment, sometimes a little too much. She was like that herself, but less so now than she used to be. It had taken David some time to catch up with her in that, and it had been one of the reasons their relationship had been on-and-off for several years in their early twenties.
Theyâd come a long way.
After a while, she heard Davidâs stomach rumble, and she poked it, laughing at him fondly when he slapped her hand away and groaned, tilting his chin up.
âMaybe, one day, weâll teach you not to be in the way all the time.â Well, she supposed the dog got that from David, so itâd be hard to dissuade.
âNeed any help?â David called from outside.
âNo, Iâve got it!â
They ate a mishmash of vegetables and scraps of meat that Alligator tried to steal and then resumed doing absolutely nothing on the veranda. It was getting dark far too quickly, the sun a violent blaze of red on the sea and the dog chasing after the bats that came out of hiding, but it wasnât cold yet and probably wouldnât be tonight.
ââS gonna be hot tonight,â David said, as if reading her thoughts, while he tugged gently on a dark curl that had escaped the ponytail and snaked its way across his chest.
âAw, Lique, it might be the last warm night we get until next summer, hm? We donât even have to move.â Demonstratively, he swung his legs out and hit Alligator in the head while the lawn chair creaked. âOkay, scratch that last part.â
The dog seemed fine, already chasing after another bat.
âNo, I mean...â She took a deep breath and propped herself up to look into her husbandâs eyes, the green colour of which was nearly invisible in the rusty glow of the sun. He raised his thick eyebrows, raising a hand to rest it on her waist. âI mean thatâDave, Iâm pregnant.â
He parted his lips and widened his eyes, breathing out slowly.
âIs it mine?â he squeaked, then immediately cringed at himself. His hand slipped down to her yet-flat stomach.
âNo, David,â she said drily, used to his mindâs weird jumps by now, âitâs the milkmanâs.â
With a kiss, she replied, âBecause I know you, and youâllâyouâll love our baby with everything youâve got.â She bit her lip. âAnd thatâs a lot.â
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A collection of silly drabbles for the @hetaliawritersdiscord latest drabble night that somehow fit together! (I promise I have,, actual fics lined up)
featuring:
-Belarus/Estonia
-Bulgaria/Hungary ft Romania
-Australia/Seychelles
-Norway/Romania
Belarus/Estonia
nightfall
âI told you we were going the wrong way,â Nadzeya tells him.
âYes, wellââ Eduard pushes his glasses up. Glances at her. Sheâs got her feet up on the dashboard of his car, her seat tilted back, and is cleaning her nails with a small knife that she must have been hiding somewhere on herself. This despite the fact that her dress is skin-tight and she isnât wearing any shoes. Eduard is kind of impressed and, as always, weirdly turned on.
They are definitely going the wrong way, he has to admit. But he also has to admit that, even if theyâre going to miss half of the wedding theyâre supposed to be going to, he doesnât actually mind so much. Itâs not like he knows Nadzeyaâs distant cousin that well, anyway.
âKeep going,â she says, smirking in that mischievous way he loves, so he does, and drives until nightfall.
âListen,â he says, and they both turn to him, his wife and his best friend. âDragos, go find someone who can sing. Weâll do the first dance by candlelight.â
 Australia/Seychelles
desert
âNo, no, itâs definitely that way,â David says, pointing down the dusky road. The woman also trying to help the (pretty unconcerned) couple find their way to a wedding shakes her head, brushing dark curls against his biceps.
âYouâre sending them straight into the desert!â
âAm not!â he says, but by then the man driving the car has figured out heâs got reception here and looked up the right route on his phone.
They watch the car drive in the direction the woman had pointed out, David feeling rather sullen.
âTold you,â she says, looking up at him and winking, before turning and walking away.
âHey, hold up!â David calls after her. âThereâs way more than desert in that direction, youâre missing out.â
She turns, laughs beautifully. âYeah? Show me?â
Dragos finds him hiding behind the cake in the shadows the candles cast on the room, still visible because of his pale skin and hair. The manâs eyes, though, are dark.
âHey Einar.â
âHello, Dragos.â
They look at each other across the darkness for a while, both probably remembering the last time they met at the wedding of either of their best friends. Dragos would be lying if he said the thought of it happening again hasnât crossed his mind.
âYou really turned the electricity off?â Einar asks eventually.
I unintentionally made a series out of this SO hereâs part three apparently featuring oz & sey and Creedence Clearwater Revival's Bad Moon Rising. yeah! expect more, at some point. this takes place in 1969, actually!
word count: 3037
summary:
Turns out the town's resident crazy lady is not as crazy as everyone thought - she's known all along, but now that he finally listens, it might be too late.
also on AO3
If he had any pen and paper that wasnât soaked, David would make a little list, but as it stands, he can only tick things off mentally.
While he is still in the house â his neighborâs â David takes the phone off its hook in the hallway, knowing full well he wonât even hear a dial tone. The lightning has fried the electricity a week ago, and even if that hadnât been the case, thereâs water up to half his calves right now. He vaguely hopes his neighbor is safe.
Once outside, he sprints â as much he can sprint â to his car, lifting his feet above the water in the street. He must look like an idiot, but thereâs no one around to see him. It doesnât really stop him getting wet either, seeing as itâs still fucking pouring.
A helicopter passes over somewhere in the distance. The emergency services. Theyâve been getting gradually closer to his town, which is good. He hopes they can get here before the situation gets any worse.
She knew. And now she has been saying that there is something else coming, something bad. While heâs still skeptical, David has decided to listen to her from now on. At least about things like this.
He drums on his steering wheel, silently singing along to Fleetwood Mac while he drives up the mountain, leaving the ravaged town behind. The rain still beats on his windshield.
They get everything inside quickly enough, and David changes into some less damp clothes in the bathroom. He looks a little sick in the mirror, but a large part of that must be the green tiles. He doesnât feel sick. Just tired, and cold. Itâs damp even inside, even here, high up where thereâs no flooding.
He, surprisingly, likes her. Sheâs been levelheaded throughout this whole mess â maybe thatâs something that happens when you apparently know whatâs going to happen, he thinks. Whatever that is. He feels bad about having dismissed her all this time.
It doesnât hurt that she is, well, a very attractive woman.
She smiles a little. âItâs not so much predicting, I think. I just⊠I look at people, or at things, every now and then, and I know stuff, and sometime that stuff hasnât happened yet.â Her gaze skids away from David, and she chews on her full lower lip while her brow furrows.
âHow the fuckââ David starts, instinctively covering his ear. Only his family knows about that incident â though itâs good news Josh will finally stop getting worked up over it.
She shrugs. âTold you.â But her dark eyes flit away again, as if sheâs afraid of a rejection. Hm, she doesnât know everything.
âYeah!â He pushes himself over to her and leans against the couch as well, close enough that their legs nearly touch â his corduroys and her freckled knees only separated by a tiny sliver of brown carpet. âWish weâd known before. Maybe you could have helped with something.â
âBut you did,â she says, her voice slightly wry, but she smiles still.
âYeah, alright.â David pushes his hair back from his face and then rests his arm on the couch behind her. Some dark curls tumble over his wrist when she turns her head to him.
âIs there nothing in the future for me?â he asks, and as he says it, he realizes theyâre still pretty much in the middle of a very dangerous situation and maybe there really isnât anything in the future for him, and then what?
âThereâs, uhm.â She wets her lips now, and David shifts until their legs do touch. âThereâs quite a lot of me in your immediate future, actually.â
He grins. âReally? How much is a lot in this case?â
âOh, you know.â She presses their legs together more firmly and leans over to him. He can see a sliver of green in her eyes, this close, could count the freckles dotting her warm brown skin, which glows in the firelight. He leans forward too, while he touches his fingertips to her knee and lets them trace patterns on her skin.
âIs this alright?â he asks, because even if those hippies with their free love have a good point â he thinks â he doesnât want to anger the woman largely responsible for his continued survival. Especially not when she knows so much stuff about him.
David laughs. âWell, thatâs convenient. What else do you know?â His hand slides slowly up her thigh, and she bites her lip again. Her already dark eyes are deeper now, and both of them seem more than happy to just forget about the terrible situation outside for now.
âI donât know anything thatâs very interesting in theory,â she admits.
âI guess we better get practical then,â he says, and while the wind howls outside the bungalow and the rain seems to be on the verge of breaking through the windows with its force, he kisses her. She kisses back without hesitation. Well, if she knew it was comingâŠ
She canât say if he will. It doesnât always work in a straightforward way, apparently. Some people are more past than future, âand you,â she tells David, âare very much the present, in a lot of ways.â
He could almost forget about the world falling to pieces outside.
And then, in the morning of the fourteenth day after it began raining, it abruptly stops.
Everything around the bungalow is soggy, and thereâs no way the road will be in any condition to drive on, so they arenât going anywhere, but itâs dry. The sky is clear. And anyway, staying a little longer is just fine by David.
In more ways than one, he thinks, with a grin at the shoe now on his foot.
It starts the moment he sets foot outside. The slightest tremor, like a train passing close by, but there are no trains anywhere in the mountains, and they wouldnât be running right now anyway, so itâs something else. David clenches his jaw.
âLique?â A nickname, caught on quickly â it happens often, with him.
Sheâs ahead of him, hurrying further up the mountain, jumping from stone to wet stone, but stops and looks over her shoulder. Her beautiful face is set in a grim line, her hair â now all bunched up in tight curls â swept away from her face and into a ponytail.
âHurry,â she says. âI⊠Iâm not sure whatâs coming, but we need to be somewhere else when it does.â
âDo we need to get to the other side?â he asks.
âI donât know. Iâm sorry. I canât tell.â
âItâs alright. Thatâs how the other side lives, Lique.â
She laughs, wrapping her arms around his waist, hands clenching on his back. The stream sprays cold water on them, but theyâve been damp for the past two weeks; it doesnât matter anymore.
She looks up at him with a sad line to her mouth, as if she knows the question heâs going to ask. Come to think of it, she probably fucking does.
âYou know how this ends, donât you?â
Slowly, slowly, she nods. Her expressive eyes are deep and dark, her fingers cold when she splays them on his neck. Curls plaster to her forehead, her throat. Sheâs still beautiful. And she knows. She knows.