Here's a giftfic to you, Kae, or I was a Teenage Anarchist. Surprise! It's my first written fanfic to the giftfic chain idea that I had a little while ago, so enjoy! I hope that I wrote them in a way that you like! (I'm positive though my memory is iffy that this is one of your favorite ships.) If you have time to or want to, you may link back to me with a fanfic and four other friends or just five other friends of yours. (This particular oneshot has been plaguing my head with the basic idea of it until I finally got to writing and finishing writing it. Have fun reading it, and I hope that you enjoy this a lot!
Netherlands sighed as he breathed out the smoke from his cigarette and watched his Danish lover sleep on as if the woes of the world had left his side for a moment.
The pains caused by years and years of being a nation did not and never would just fade away; they lived on in the nations themselves.
Often times this led to nightmares or other potential signs of depression.
Netherlands knew for a fact that Denmark like all of the rest was haunted by these awful symptoms from their cursed enternity yet it mystified him how the Dane could act so cheerful and full of life all of the time.
The Dutchman watched his lover while he gently smoked and wondered whether it took a certain level of strength to be that way or a certain level of reckless stupidity.
Denmark shifted with in the bed as Tim looked on.
The Netherlands had never been one to let go of all the pain with in one fell swoop like Matthias could, and may be that was why Matthias intrigued him so much or it could be that their opposites clicked together like perfect puzzle pieces.
Tim may never discover why that is, but he could learn more and more about the Dane that was brave enough to claim his heart.
Eyelids fluttered open almost delicately enough to appear like a moth's or butterfly's wings yet at the same time contained enough masculinity to still that image or comparison.
"Good morning." Tim's words may have been curt and to the point, but they still delivered the exact message that they were supposed to.
"'Morning." May be it was wrong for Matthias to notice just the way that the light hit Tim's hair and reflected off of the wall just so.
Yet Tim was his for now which was much more than a country could normally say due to passing time and arising conflicts, so Matthias leaned forward to kiss the Dutchman and let his fingers not quite push back Tim's hair yet at the same time nearly doing so.
It felt right yet unstoppable to feel their lips molded together and their fingers entwined as if the breath of the still morning air could never take this away from them.
Tongues waged wars in mouths when wars would normally and naturally be seen by them as enemies since wars had the ability to drag them apart and keep it that way.
It was fine and understandable as far as countries were concerned for the two to latch on tightly to each other in this ever fleeting moment that could be their last moment before wars or other conflicts dragged the two beaten down countries away from one another for one last time.
