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hetaliasunshine2010-09-05 09:18 am
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[fic fill] it's only for you -- prussia/canada
Title: It's Only For You
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faerichylde
Recipient:orangepencils
Characters/Pairings: Prussia/Canada
Rating: PG or PG-13
Notes: I hope you liked it,orangepencils! I'm a huge fan of your stories o///o but this is my second time ever writing pru/can, so hopefully it was good ♥
Summary: Prussia and Canada spend a nice day by the poolside.
It's a cool look Prussia throws Canada, an almost-leer as he steps out of the bathroom with his swim trunks on. "What, no Speedo?" he asks, an expression that could have been described as woebegone but for the slight quirk of his eyebrows, the curve of his mouth, settling across his face. Canada blushes -- he hates blushing; it makes him feel all hot and bothered and uncomfortable, but then thinking about that makes him think about other times that Prussia's made him hot and bothered and uncomfortable, and if he does that then Prussia will notice and it'll lead to... something else, and then they'll never be able to enjoy their day by the pool. And that really wouldn't be good.
Canada supposes it's a testament to how caught up in thought he can become that Prussia can sneak up on him like this and wrap his arms so neatly around his neck. "Liebling," the other man purrs, "we don't have to go to the pool. We can just stay here and... relax, if you know what I mean." Canada blushes so brightly that he's surprised he hasn't combusted yet.
"No," he says, a tad firmly. "I want to go." Prussia pouts, but Canada's not budging. After a moment, he sighs and lets go.
"Aaah, fine. The ladies will all be amazed by my awesome self anyway." Canada has to agree with Prussia, silently. The other man looks good. He's not overly bulked up; he's small and wiry, but the muscles in his arms and abdomen speak of strength and durability. Thin white scars run down his chest and back, but don't detract from the watching experience, and the red swimming trunks he's wearing add to the gleam of his eyes, the flash of his teeth. All in all, Canada will say that Prussia does look good. Very, very good.
His lips quirk upward in a small smile. "You do know there are no ladies, right? Just you and me?" Prussia gives him that affected look, the one where he tries to make himself look displeased but actually means he's trying not to laugh.
"What, Canada. Really, man? You didn't invite any babes? Whatever. So lame." He puts his hands on his hips in mock anger and turns to leave, but Canada grabs him around his waist and hugs him.
"Prussia," he says, and he's trying not to whine but he really just wants to sit out by the poolside and be warm for once. "Can we go out? Please?" Prussia looks at him and maybe sees how badly he wants this, so he sighs melodramatically, waving his arms around in that very Prussia fashion, and acquiesces.
They head outside, and it's really very nice. Canada basks in the warmth with the happy reassurance of sunscreen and the fact that he isn't likely to get a sunburn; Prussia basks in the warmth too, but Canada isn't sure if he's put sunblock on or not. He figures that he'll give the other the benefit of the doubt, and forgets about it.
For a while, Canada simply sits on the edge of the pool; the water feels nice after the hot concrete on his feet, and he can sleep in the sunlight. Prussia, after doing fancy flips into the deep end and diving for pennies that Canada throws, soon gets bored with this.
"Come on, Canada!" he says, beckoning to the blonde man from the other end of the pool. "Don't be so fucking boring! Come down here!" Canada shakes his head without looking, his lips curved upward in contentment. After a few more attempts, Prussia gives up. Canada can hear the splashing from the other end and he figures that Prussia's just doing more of what he's been doing.
Suddenly he hears a yell from the other end and his eyes snap open. Prussia's grinning at him from the side of the pool. "Prussia!" Canada says, more out of relief than anything. "Why did you do that? I thought something was wrong!"
"No, come check out this awesome... drain! It's really... awesome!" Prussia sounds a little odd but he looks okay, so Canada heads over to the other side of the pool. Prussia looks up at him, shading his eyes from the sun. "Give me your hand!"
Canada, trusting, gives Prussia his hand and before he knows it Prussia's yanked him into the pool. Sputtering, his glasses wet and his hair dripping, Canada looks at Prussia with such reproach that he doesn't actually have to say anything for the other man to understand. Prussia turns a dark red, but looks defiant all the same. "What? C'mon, you should be in the pool!"
Canada shakes his head. "You couldn't have warned me?" He starts to pull himself out, but Prussia grabs his hand.
"No, stay. Please?" He sends a hopeful look Canada's way and Canada can't take that look from Prussia, so he sighs.
"Fine. Just let me put my glasses on the table." Now that the danger has been averted, Prussia relaxes and leans back into the water, gracefully swimming backward and forward with ease. Canada watches him for a moment, but Prussia can feel his eyes.
"Whatcha looking at?" Canada blushes.
"Nothing."
"No, seriously. Why're you up there? Come on back!" Canada heads back to the pool and slides in, enjoying the cool water lapping against his skin. He sighs in contentment and swims over to the shallow end of the pool, where he sits down on the steps and closes his eyes, resting his head against the top step. A moment later, he feels water splashing on his face.
"Prussia," he says, a little bit exasperated, but the next moment Prussia's pulling him by the hand and having him dive for pennies, talking his ear off. Canada shrugs and goes along with it; he doesn't really mind, he guesses.
After fifteen minutes Canada notices Prussia's skin is starting to redden a little bit, and he stops in their game. "Prussia," he says a bit cautiously, and Prussia stops too.
"What's up?"
"Did you put on any sunscreen before we came out here?"
Prussia's smile freezes on his face. "No...?"
The sudden smirk on Canada's sporting must confuse Prussia, because the look on his face changes from "Caught!" to "What?"
"You're getting sunburned," Canada says, and Prussia shakes his head.
"No way! Not possible for the awesome me to get sunburned!" Prussia doesn't sound all that confident, though, and he's surreptitiously turning back to see if he has been burned.
Canada laughs. "We should go inside now," he says, with a touch of fondness in his voice. Prussia's shoulders droop, and since they've been out here for quite a while, Canada knows he's won this argument.
Inside, after the shower (in which there was much twisting and shouts of pain from Prussia and much soothing and hidden laughter from Canada), they're sitting together on the couch, and Canada's rubbing ointment into Prussia's back, when Prussia looks up.
"Hey," he says, and the directness of it takes Canada by surprise. "I had fun today."
Canada flushes a little bit, then thinks about it. Despite how pushy Prussia had been, he had had fun too. He had had a lot of fun. Prussia was nice to be around, nice to talk to. He smiles. "I did too."
They relax into each other, and when Prussia's body goes limp on Canada's, and Canada checks that he's asleep and not dead (something Prussia insists on), he takes off his glasses, closes his eyes, and allows himself to melt into Prussia's warmth.
Author:
faerichyldeRecipient:
orangepencilsCharacters/Pairings: Prussia/Canada
Rating: PG or PG-13
Notes: I hope you liked it,
orangepencils! I'm a huge fan of your stories o///o but this is my second time ever writing pru/can, so hopefully it was good ♥Summary: Prussia and Canada spend a nice day by the poolside.
It's a cool look Prussia throws Canada, an almost-leer as he steps out of the bathroom with his swim trunks on. "What, no Speedo?" he asks, an expression that could have been described as woebegone but for the slight quirk of his eyebrows, the curve of his mouth, settling across his face. Canada blushes -- he hates blushing; it makes him feel all hot and bothered and uncomfortable, but then thinking about that makes him think about other times that Prussia's made him hot and bothered and uncomfortable, and if he does that then Prussia will notice and it'll lead to... something else, and then they'll never be able to enjoy their day by the pool. And that really wouldn't be good.
Canada supposes it's a testament to how caught up in thought he can become that Prussia can sneak up on him like this and wrap his arms so neatly around his neck. "Liebling," the other man purrs, "we don't have to go to the pool. We can just stay here and... relax, if you know what I mean." Canada blushes so brightly that he's surprised he hasn't combusted yet.
"No," he says, a tad firmly. "I want to go." Prussia pouts, but Canada's not budging. After a moment, he sighs and lets go.
"Aaah, fine. The ladies will all be amazed by my awesome self anyway." Canada has to agree with Prussia, silently. The other man looks good. He's not overly bulked up; he's small and wiry, but the muscles in his arms and abdomen speak of strength and durability. Thin white scars run down his chest and back, but don't detract from the watching experience, and the red swimming trunks he's wearing add to the gleam of his eyes, the flash of his teeth. All in all, Canada will say that Prussia does look good. Very, very good.
His lips quirk upward in a small smile. "You do know there are no ladies, right? Just you and me?" Prussia gives him that affected look, the one where he tries to make himself look displeased but actually means he's trying not to laugh.
"What, Canada. Really, man? You didn't invite any babes? Whatever. So lame." He puts his hands on his hips in mock anger and turns to leave, but Canada grabs him around his waist and hugs him.
"Prussia," he says, and he's trying not to whine but he really just wants to sit out by the poolside and be warm for once. "Can we go out? Please?" Prussia looks at him and maybe sees how badly he wants this, so he sighs melodramatically, waving his arms around in that very Prussia fashion, and acquiesces.
They head outside, and it's really very nice. Canada basks in the warmth with the happy reassurance of sunscreen and the fact that he isn't likely to get a sunburn; Prussia basks in the warmth too, but Canada isn't sure if he's put sunblock on or not. He figures that he'll give the other the benefit of the doubt, and forgets about it.
For a while, Canada simply sits on the edge of the pool; the water feels nice after the hot concrete on his feet, and he can sleep in the sunlight. Prussia, after doing fancy flips into the deep end and diving for pennies that Canada throws, soon gets bored with this.
"Come on, Canada!" he says, beckoning to the blonde man from the other end of the pool. "Don't be so fucking boring! Come down here!" Canada shakes his head without looking, his lips curved upward in contentment. After a few more attempts, Prussia gives up. Canada can hear the splashing from the other end and he figures that Prussia's just doing more of what he's been doing.
Suddenly he hears a yell from the other end and his eyes snap open. Prussia's grinning at him from the side of the pool. "Prussia!" Canada says, more out of relief than anything. "Why did you do that? I thought something was wrong!"
"No, come check out this awesome... drain! It's really... awesome!" Prussia sounds a little odd but he looks okay, so Canada heads over to the other side of the pool. Prussia looks up at him, shading his eyes from the sun. "Give me your hand!"
Canada, trusting, gives Prussia his hand and before he knows it Prussia's yanked him into the pool. Sputtering, his glasses wet and his hair dripping, Canada looks at Prussia with such reproach that he doesn't actually have to say anything for the other man to understand. Prussia turns a dark red, but looks defiant all the same. "What? C'mon, you should be in the pool!"
Canada shakes his head. "You couldn't have warned me?" He starts to pull himself out, but Prussia grabs his hand.
"No, stay. Please?" He sends a hopeful look Canada's way and Canada can't take that look from Prussia, so he sighs.
"Fine. Just let me put my glasses on the table." Now that the danger has been averted, Prussia relaxes and leans back into the water, gracefully swimming backward and forward with ease. Canada watches him for a moment, but Prussia can feel his eyes.
"Whatcha looking at?" Canada blushes.
"Nothing."
"No, seriously. Why're you up there? Come on back!" Canada heads back to the pool and slides in, enjoying the cool water lapping against his skin. He sighs in contentment and swims over to the shallow end of the pool, where he sits down on the steps and closes his eyes, resting his head against the top step. A moment later, he feels water splashing on his face.
"Prussia," he says, a little bit exasperated, but the next moment Prussia's pulling him by the hand and having him dive for pennies, talking his ear off. Canada shrugs and goes along with it; he doesn't really mind, he guesses.
After fifteen minutes Canada notices Prussia's skin is starting to redden a little bit, and he stops in their game. "Prussia," he says a bit cautiously, and Prussia stops too.
"What's up?"
"Did you put on any sunscreen before we came out here?"
Prussia's smile freezes on his face. "No...?"
The sudden smirk on Canada's sporting must confuse Prussia, because the look on his face changes from "Caught!" to "What?"
"You're getting sunburned," Canada says, and Prussia shakes his head.
"No way! Not possible for the awesome me to get sunburned!" Prussia doesn't sound all that confident, though, and he's surreptitiously turning back to see if he has been burned.
Canada laughs. "We should go inside now," he says, with a touch of fondness in his voice. Prussia's shoulders droop, and since they've been out here for quite a while, Canada knows he's won this argument.
Inside, after the shower (in which there was much twisting and shouts of pain from Prussia and much soothing and hidden laughter from Canada), they're sitting together on the couch, and Canada's rubbing ointment into Prussia's back, when Prussia looks up.
"Hey," he says, and the directness of it takes Canada by surprise. "I had fun today."
Canada flushes a little bit, then thinks about it. Despite how pushy Prussia had been, he had had fun too. He had had a lot of fun. Prussia was nice to be around, nice to talk to. He smiles. "I did too."
They relax into each other, and when Prussia's body goes limp on Canada's, and Canada checks that he's asleep and not dead (something Prussia insists on), he takes off his glasses, closes his eyes, and allows himself to melt into Prussia's warmth.