FanFiction | Hetalia
Indefinite Bliss
Rated M | Yaoi scenes - If this is not to your liking, I recommend you do not continue to read the story.
- MINUSroid
Narrative | Iceland (Emil Steilsson) P.O.V
Chapter I - Spring Breeze
It's early morning; the sun rose only a few minutes ago, it's because of it that I woke up just a few minutes ago. I had uncharacteristically left the curtains open before going to sleep, exposing me to the harsh, pinkish glare of a Spring dawn. What happened to me last night anyway? My whole body feels like it's still asleep, making it difficult for me to find the strength to go and close the curtains. I must have been really tired last night, seeing as I'd never leave the curtains drawn to prevent the circumstances of an uninvited brightness attacking me at- 5am!? There was no way I was getting back to sleep though. Anyway, the most reasonable explanation for me leaving the curtains open is that I was so tired that I fell asleep. Even so, I always muster up the strength to close the curtain before my whole body decides to shut itself down and collapse on to my snug bed. Perhaps I fell asleep out of my bedroom. Then why am I here?
I begin to look around. This isn't my bedroom. Oh yeah, this is Denmark's house.
Denmark invited me and Norway over to his new house. It's not that much bigger than his old one - which was still quite grand - but the furnishings are far improved and the video games system is just astonishing. The TV is huge with surround sound speakers and I don't have enough time in the world to count the vast collection of games. No wonder. I must have fell asleep playing videos games and Norway probably ordered the Dane to carry me upstairs. How embarrassing. The thought of Denmark carrying me causes a knot to form in my stomach and the temperature of my cheeks rise slightly. Those barstards...they should have just woke me up. Then I'd probably not feel so uneasy at the moment.
Sick of this feeling, I finally stand up and navigate myself around my still packed suitcase, over to the window. Using my suitcase as a make-shift foot stool, I unlock the window by twisting a small knob and then I push the window up. The cool air does me good. Though the sun's light is quite intense at such an early hour, it's not at all hot, quite the opposite in fact. The breeze is cold, cooling my face and my slightly stirred up stomach. The cold brings in a sweet aroma: a mix of flowers, trees and precipitation from yesterday at about noon. The scent is like home, but also unfamiliar. The peacefulness I'm feeling is also very hard to describe.
I let out a sweet sigh, but then peace slowly begins to diffuse into boredom. It's still only 5:10am. Neither Norway or Denmark are due to wake up for the next five hours and now I'd be happy just to talk to Denmark, even with his obnoxious and loud self, I'm that bored. I let out another, longer, sigh.
"I could go and watch TV," I mutter to myself at the window. However, what is there really to watch at this time anyway? Is Danish Television even any good? For a short while, I amuse myself with thoughts of what type of Television programs Dan would make - not that I actually laugh, but at least my mind is occupied. Despite the little amusement, my sighs seem to be growing in length and volume as I sigh once again, this time pegging myself up with my elbow on the windowsill and my face rested on my palm.
Then it hits me. The other two are asleep right. I had never felt such genuine enthusiasm in my life compared to how I felt now. I've interpreted this situation incorrectly. This is not a time of loneliness and boredom - it's time to myself. Whenever I'm with the other Nordics, I'm usually the first awake, but only by a few minutes before Sweden. Denmark will wake up next before Finland and Norway wake up at around the same time. The one occasion I spent time with Sealand, he, being the youngest, was surprisingly up last. - But that's all besides the point. I might as well be selfish with the time I have and use Denmark's new facilities without any restrictions or being rushed to let someone else have a turn, strongly hinting towards five guys all wanting to shower within a Half hour time frame so they're not late for breakfast - I always get kicked out the shower, even if I haven't rinsed off properly.
So it's decided. I'll have a nice, long, hot bath in Dan's new bath tub. To be honest, I'd been looking forward to using it since he showed us around, but I thought I'd have to shower since Dan would want to shower moments after I just claimed the bathroom and a bath would be too lengthy of a wait for him.
I unzip my Suitcase. I'm too excited by the thought of bathing to fully unpack for the week now, so I just take out a change of clothes. I don't choose my usual get up, just a simple blue t-shirt and grey trousers; my usual outfit doesn't really fit in with the relaxed atmosphere of Dan's house. I don't really like getting changed in the bathroom either. It's usually too cold and it triggers me to sneeze. No matter what cold conditions I'm used too, when I'm cold and wet I'll definitely sneeze. I fold my clothes up neatly on my bed, along with a blue pair of boxers which are slightly lighter than the top I selected. Finally, I grab my towel. It's plain white, no special designs or anything - just really soft.
Prepared, I set out of the room with my towel, closing the door softly behind me; I didn't want to risk waking the other's up. You wouldn't either when you see Norway when he has been awoken unnaturally. Luckily for me and Dan, Norway's room is positioned on the opposite side of the corridor, to prevent the sun rise waking him up too. If Norway is awake before either me, Svi or Dan, well, even Dan is smart enough to keep his distance for a while. Walking to the bathroom, I take gentle foot steps, in the event of creaky floorboards - it's not just Norway though. I don't want Dan to spoil my time either. I make it to the bathroom door without a sound and quickly go into the bathroom. I lock the door tentatively not to make a sound and when I do, I let out another sigh, this time one of relief.
I turn my attention to the location of the bath plug. Once I do, I shove it into the plug hole and turn on both taps so that their just below the maximum flow of water. I'm a bit wary. I don't know if the other two will be woken up by the flowing taps from here to their bedrooms. I just hope for the best.
I grab my bath bag which I brought in here a little while after my arrival yesterday. Nor had done the same. I take out a small container and pour all the substance inside into the growing bath water. Instantly, a mass of bubbles begin to form.
"Hm. What a glorious lather," I comment. When the depth of the bath was to my satisfaction, I turn off the taps. I slowly begin to strip of my normal clothes, which I had fallen asleep in and hesitantly put a foot in the bath.
"...Ouch," I wince to myself quietly. The bath is a bit too hot, however I keep my foot in and slowly begin to acclimatize. I then step in with both feet and slowly lower myself into the steam, bubbles and water. Gradually, things went from uncomfortable, to pleasurable. I lay back and rest my head on the side of the bath and stare up at the flawless white ceiling. It is bright, like looking at heaven itself. Even though I had gotten a lack of sleep, I was completely refreshed. All the tiredness in my body was gone - it had dissolved like sugar into the hot water - and I allow my lips to curl upwards. I then begin washing myself like normal.
Looking around, I notice a plastic fish on one of the bathroom walls. It was a clock and by far the most unattractive thing in Dan's house. I have to focus quite hard to see the time as the bathroom is quite big and the clock was on the opposite side of it. I could barely make out that it was coming up to 6 am; I have plenty of time left. I guess I have bathed long enough as my fingers on the edge of looking like prunes. I elevate myself out of the water, pull out the plug and quickly hop to my towel. I wrap it around myself, shivering. I would have thought this spectacular bathroom would have had a heater or something, it's freezing - really does feel a bit like home here. I regret not bringing my clothes now. I feel like if I step out into the hallway now, I'm going to start sneezing and that will certainly wake up Nor - it's also too cold to stay here though, with just my towel which barely covers less than half of my body. I think what to do. It's funny though. Today I've figured out solutions to such lame and puny problems, it almost makes me want to laugh. I willingly decide to wrap my towel around my waist, exposing my dripping wet torso and arms to the harsh cold. I fold my arms and bring my shoulders up, trying to conserve as much heat as possible, with one hand ready to catch my towel if needed. I walk up to the door and place my hand on its handle, taking a deep breath. I open and step out into the hallway, but as I turn towards my bedroom, I find myself pressed against something warm. Almost knocked back, I also find something warm quickly wrapping around my waist. It's feels nice but I don't know what 'it' is. However, my body responds like it's fully knowledgeable; my cheeks begin to heat up - what is this warmth? My heart beats rapidly - what's this feeling?
Curious but hesitant, I look up. The tight knotting sensation haunts my stomach once more.
"Morning Ice, you're up early! What you up to?" - I'm greeted by Denmark's voice. What do I do? I'm pressed against his chest and his arms are around me. What does he think he's doing!?
"I-I..." I stutter. I'm lost for what to do, say, even think. I suddenly struggle and shove him off me without another word. When he let's go however all I feel is cold again, except for my cheeks which feel incredibly hot. The difference in temperature is unpleasant. All I want to do is go back-
Hold on...
It's Denmark I'm thinking about here. I turn away from him and feel my emotions revert to normal.
"None of your business," I reply coldly. Glancing at him momentarily, I see he's grinning like usual and I walk past him, back to the comfort of my warm bedroom. Closing the door, I remember to close my curtains before I take my towel from waist and use it to dry myself, seemingly un-phased by the cool breeze. I spend a while drying my hair, ranting as I do.
"What does he think he's doing? Holding me like that... Does he think I'm his little boy toy or something. Bastard." I throw my clothes on in an angry flurry and sit up against my headboard.
"Then again, I guess he was only trying to catch me... I should have watched where I was going."
Why am I defending him now? - This is all too confusing. I grab my head and clamp my eyes shut and just sit there, conflicting with myself. What does this all mean.
Suddenly my ears prick, reacting to the sudden knocking at the door.
So here it is~ The first chapter...
I have never written a P.O.V narrative before so I apologise if it is substandard ^^;;
If, by a long shot, this chapter is liked, I'll put chapter two up soon.
Thank you for reading