Hi there! So I've decided to do a 30 day OTP challenge and hopefully I can stick with it. XD; The first prompt is holding hands and I've chosen my personal favorite couple to show what comes to mind. I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave some constructive criticism! ^^
I don't own Hetalia or the characters involved in this work of fiction.
Lovino hated being in the cold for long periods of time when there wasn't an available source of heat nearby. He was fine with swimming in the ocean as long as it was a hot day. He was fine with walking in the snow if it was close by to a building that had a fire or the heat cranked all the way to 21 degrees Celsius*. He was not, however, fine with being stuck under a bus shelter during the middle of a rainstorm in London's coldest month, February.
Of course he'd forgotten to check the weather before he went out, of course he'd forgotten his umbrella, and of course his friends with cars were all busy and couldn't come to meet him. Of all the days he'd decided to say, "Fuck you," to the world, the world had decided to say, "Right back at you."
Shivering, the Italian kept his arms clamped tightly around himself to try and conserve some heat while his damp hair clung to his scalp and his wet jeans chaffed his legs uncomfortably. Lovino was sure that would leave some kind of sore later and it just caused him to mentally swear harder at whomever was controlling the weather. He was sure the notebooks in his backpack had to be ruined from where water had seeped in through the zipper teeth and that all the notes he'd taken that day in his classes would be ruined. Fuck, he hated the rain! He hated London!
"Hey," a voice said from behind the brunette and, turning around with a scowl and a curse on the tip of his tongue, the young man saw the blond that had been sitting on the bench that was covered by the shelter when he'd arrived and who was now on his feet and moving forward to stand next to the other. They were about the same age, Lovino reckoned while trying to keep his acidic words to himself. The blond was just a couple centimeters taller than himself and was also soaked from the rain as well as without an umbrella.
"What?" the Italian replied rudely, hoping to disenchant the British man from seeking a conversation with him but the other just grinned and nodded towards the storm.
"It's raining pretty hard."
One hazel eye twitched and Lovino opened his mouth to point out how the other was really sounding the call of Captain Obvious before he was cut off by the blond.
"Let's run for it." These words were said by the same grin as a pale hand was extended towards the Italian. "There's a café near here where we can get warm."
A no was nearly snarled out before Lovino actually took stock of his situation. His papers and clothes were already soaked, the bus was extremely late, and the rain was coming down like God had decided to drown out humanity for a second time. So, with a grunt and a glower at seeing the light of victory fill green eyes, he dipped his head in a nod and allowed his hand to be grabbed before the two were racing off through the rain. And, even though the rain was beating on his body and his heart was thudding in his ears, the Italian thought he could hear a laugh above it all and allowed his lips to twitch in a small smile of incredulity at his situation as he was lead through the soggy streets of London by an equally soggy stranger. Maybe after his third cup of coffee and with a dry set of clothes on his back he'd learn to like this crazy person. Just as long as he picked up the check.
*About 70 degrees Fahrenheit.