Snow Falls Around Us
Hetalia belongs to Himaruya!
This is a hurt/comfort and romance story about Norway and Female Iceland. Warnings? Minor language is all.
~Chapter One~
Light snow drizzled down gracefully from the dreary heavens above as the citizens in a quick paced town bustled down the sidewalks in the morning rush. Lemon lime colored posters gave notice of the annual snowman building contest and related activities. They were literally stapled everywhere throughout the modestly snow blanketed town. The temperatures had dropped severely in the past couple weeks. Although, the natives were accustomed to this degree of weather, considering the fact that they were raised here. While the business men and women hurried to their designated workplaces, Lukas was occupied with the cream colored coffee mug pressed against his lips. His indigo eyes grazed over the news in the paper and a certain section captured his attention. Arching an eyebrow slightly at the annual snowman building contest, he hummed with piqued interest. He smiled faintly, reminiscing on his childhood and how his parents used to take him to those exciting events.
Lounging casually in his bunny printed pajamas, Lukas decided to take it easy on his day off. Surprisingly enough, he was not scheduled on the day of the contest. Now he had absolutely no excuse to not attend and compete against the others. His fingers glided lazily over the fleece material of his pajama sleeve with a content expression. Finally after little thought, Lukas chuckled at the notion of joining the contest and stood up to his light blue fuzzy sock clad feet. Walking briskly into his bedroom with a cup of coffee in hand, he plopped down in front of his navy blue laptop. He tapped his fingers swiftly, searching for further information on the contest and how to sign up for the competition. Within the previous years, the sponsors advised others to sign up online for their own convenience and to avoid last minute signing up at the actual place.
After he finished signing up for the contest that started tomorrow morning, he decided to go out to buy a few things for the week and enjoy the winter wonderland scenery of his neighborhood. He huffed slowly at the thick layer of snow on his driveway and shoveled it off before walking away.
Meanwhile a few houses down in the same neighborhood, a young woman in her early twenties was unpacking her things. She glanced over at her significant other, who was grumbling about their new place already.
"What's wrong?" She couldn't help but ask softly, frowning as she opened the cardboard box without looking. He glared over at her, ripping open one of the boxes open. "Why does it matter?" He snapped at her as he stood up to bring the dresser into their shared bedroom. This sharp attitude caused her to frown sadly. What did she do wrong? Her older boyfriend was always cruel towards her and she continued to love him like a fool.
"Here, take your shit!" The man hollered at her as soon as she entered the room to see her clothes scattered everywhere. She resented him, but she was too afraid to talk back or defend herself. "You don't have to be so mean…" She mumbled under her breath, which earned her a harsh slap to the face. Crying out at the unexpected impact, she cradled her abused cheek tenderly and rushed over to collect all of her clothes from the floor.
"Don't back talk me! I give you a place to live, so just shut your mouth," he growled out as he shoved past her trembling body. The young woman choked out a sob, hurriedly folded up her clothes, and organized all of their things in the bedroom.
After they unpacked all of their things and decorated it within three hours, the woman decided to take a walk to clear her mind. Once again, her boyfriend approached her before she reached the front door. "Just going to clear my mind. I'll be back later," she explained to him before he could ask and turned to leave with trails of dry tears that stained her cheeks. It was a shame that she continued to endure his abusive treatment. Any other woman would have left by now.
Walking around aimlessly, she decided to venture the neighborhood and foreign surroundings. She sighed out at her vision of a miserable future. Everything was chaos in her life and she had no sight of her future goals at this point.
Just a few steps away from Lukas' brick house, the woman slipped on a patch of ice and looked around in embarrassment as she picked herself up. A notice on a nearby wooden pole caught her attention and she strolled over to inspect the writing. "Hmm… A snowman building contest?" She mused as she read how to enter and smiled. "This sounds like fun." She swiftly grabbed the paper, detached it from the pole, and searched for a local library to enter the contest.
The Icelandic woman lost track of time in the library due to slight distraction with the internet and the four books that she decided to check out. Mentally cursing at the sight of her lit up screen of multiple text messages from her boyfriend, she read through them and sighed out. "I'm in so much trouble," she muttered bitterly to herself as she carried the stack of books in her arms back to her home.
The very second she arrived home, he yelled at her for her late arrival and accused her of everything across the board. "Just leave me alone!" She shouted at him as she rushed into a spare bedroom. There was no way that she would deal with him tonight, except at dinner. Other than that, she was intent on avoiding him at all costs. In the last few months, he had treated her poorly, but she was afraid to leave him. It was as if she were blind to the fact that they were great men out there who were willing to treat her like a queen. Yet she decided to stay with this abusive man instead.
Lukas kicked his legs back and forth as he read one of his favorite Norwegian fairytale stories on his bed. He was pretty excited for the contest for tomorrow and rolled onto his back while placing the book over his face. His stomach grumbled like thunder, which alerted him of his hungry state. He decided to make something to settle his food cravings. Strolling into his kitchen, he searched around for ingredients to prepare a satisfying dish for himself.
Shivering from a sudden chill in the kitchen, his eyes darted over to the stove and continued to cook his meal. It was nearing night time already. Where had the time gone to? It flew too fast in his opinion. Lukas tapped his fingertips against the counter as he waited for the water to boil. Eventually it boiled furiously, causing Lukas to smile since he was a little impatient when he was starving. He planned to go to sleep right after he finished his healthy dinner and keep his eyes on winning tomorrow.
Dinner for the couple down the street was less than calm and loving. In fact, the atmosphere was swarming with hostility between them. She refused to inform him of her plans for the contest tomorrow. It was none of his business anyways. Every time his silver fork clashed with the porcelain plate, he glanced up to observe her reactions.
"Stop, please. That's annoying," she stated simply with a twitch of her right eye. He was purposely trying to ruffle her feathers and it was starting to become extremely effective. She hurried to finish her meal and cleaned her dishes before returning back to her guest bedroom. She decided to call it a night and focus on the contest tomorrow morning.