/Author's Note/

Hi there readers! This is a fast and short one-shot I made especially for smoking-tulips' birthday. Congrats and I hope you like your present :3

It's a NetherlandsxNorway fic where they are +/- 25 years old.

Disclaimer: if I would own Hetalia, would I then put it here as being 'fanfiction'?

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Maarten looked up from his book and looked on his watch. It was almost three in the afternoon, how long had he been reading? He didn't know anymore but it must have been at least an hour or so. Thinking about it, where was Søren? His norwegian boyfriend had walked out of the backdoor into their yard some time during the hour in which he read five chapters from one of Mulisch' books. Now that Mulisch was dead his works had become famous and he had to keep up with his culture after all. He remembered that the last thing Søren said was 'I'm going outside', a quite straightforward comment since he was already halfway the backdoor. It didn't bother Maarten much when reading, but he was now wondering what occupied Søren so much to make him stay outside for at least 45 minutes in the cold weather.

Maarten went outside, through the backdoor. He shivered when he felt the wind blow in his neck and through his sweater. Søren must have a damn good reason to stay here outside for so long. He looked around, no sight of a Norwegian boy hopping anywhere in the big garden. He walked past the well-cared lawn and into the forest. It was Søren's wish to live in a forest, he said it was better 'to stay in contact with the spirits around him'. Maarten liked the forest, it was quiet and he had no annoying noises here. However, being used to noise and lots of people in a tight space made him go back to the big cities every once in a while to stay updated about the things that happened elsewhere in Europe. Søren didn't really care about the rest of Europe, but since Maarten was one of the founding fathers of the European Union he had to show up at meetings and formal gatherings. And it was good for him, it made him feel alive and essential in this world and all the stress in the cities made him feel eager to go back into the forest, where his boyfriend was waiting for him.

When he entered said forest he realized that the wind roared not even half as hard through the forest than on the lawns. Søren had chosen a good place to hide.

After 5 minutes walking he felt something fall on his head. 'Ow!' he screamed and rubbed his head. Maarten looked up and sighed. His sight was by his norwegian boyfriend sitting in the tree, chewing on a twig.

'Why are you up in a tree, hunny? What is it this time?'

The reply he got was a vicious grin that didn't explain anything about why Søren decided to climb a tree. He would have strange actions like these al the time, suddenly disappearing and ending up somewhere else. Usually he would show up by himself again, a few hours later. Maarten had quickly learned himself not to question his actions. At least, not most of the time. The fact that Søren was now sitting up in a tree just out of his reach with a playful grin on his face was something different. It was clear that he would not get out of there any time soon.

Søren moved a bit on the bough he was sitting on. Maarten eased himself with the thought that Søren would at least not break the bough with his weight, the slim man was smart enough to pick one that could easily carry both their weights.

'Come out of there, it's getting cold.'

Sørens grin grew wider. 'You hug trees, I climb them.'

'Not when being sober, you know that. I'm going to make tea, I'll see you around when you decided that I am more interesting as company than the tree.' Maarten started to walk away from the tree, heading to the backdoor.

'Mauw.'

Maarten turned around. 'What?'

Søren let his head hang so that it touched the bark of the tree. 'Mauw.'

His grin made place for an almost innocent look.

Maarten facepalmed himself and sighed again. 'Søren, what...?'

There was the grin again. 'I am a lost little kitten that climbed up the tree. You have to come up and save me.'

Maarten had to admit that the sight of his boyfriend sitting in a tree, mewling and scratching with his nails against the bark was somewhat, well...tempting. He knew that Søren was calling on his protective side. He always had a weak spot for overprotecting the people he loved. This did not only explain his behavior towards Spain when his little sister was around, but also why he fell for the independent, yet tender and easily breakable man. Well, breakable when it came to physical matters, Søren was not stupid and most of the time he didn't need his protection. However, he would use Maarten's urge to protect him for other matters, like turning him on when sitting high up in a tree.

Maarten decided that the best option might be to play along. 'You want me to come and get you?' He crossed his arms and stared defiantly at the smaller man. 'Wait until I get up there to drag you out of that tree. I'll slam you against the wood and fuck you into next week.' His plan seemed to work, he hadn't missed the brief glance in Søren's eyes when he had said 'fuck you into next week'. So that was what he was after.

Søren started to purr and dug his nails deeper into the wood. 'Come and get me, big boy.'

At this comment Maarten looked at the tree to see how Søren had managed to climb it. He saw several boughs he could use to climb the tree, but he wasn't sure if it could handle his weight. He needed to come up with another plan.

Maarten placed himself right under Søren. 'Can I at least have a kiss before I come and get you?'

'Isn't the point of getting me that you get your kiss afterwards?', Søren asked, somewhat confused.

'Yes, but have I ever followed the rules precisely?' Maarten stood on his toes to make himself larger, putting on his best puppy eyes. Søren looked at him confused for a few seconds but then tried to rebalance himself so he could lean downwards. 'It's the puppy eyes that made me do it.' Maarten smiled, knowing that his plan was working.

Søren had his hands placed on a broad range on the bough to hold his balance. When he was low enough to almost reach him, Maarten reached up again to meet him in the kiss. He knew it was now or never. He broke away from the kiss and placed his hand up under Søren's armpits, dragging him in one swift movement out of the tree. 'Gah!' Søren screamed, not expecting Maarten's next step. Due to the sudden weight on his arms he almost let the smaller man drop out of his hands, but he managed to place him on the ground safely. Søren stood there for a second, not fully realizing what had happened. When he did, he put on a pout on his face and said "Naahhww! I hoped you would come and get me!'

'I did come and get you, but in my own style. I said I never fully follow the rules.' Maarten laughed, being secretly proud of himself that he outsmarted the Norwegian. That doesn't happen very often.

'But you said you would drag me up here and fuck me against the wood!' Søren's pout made place for a seductive grin. Maarten wouldn't fall for that, he said to himself. At least, not yet. He placed his hands at his boyfriend's waist again and put him over his right shoulder, caressing the Norwegians ass. He slowly started walking out of the forest, in the direction of their house. It was such a pity that Søren couldn't see the victorious grin on his face.

'I still am going to fuck you against the wood, don't worry about that. It's just that with wood, I meant the hardwood table in the kitchen.'