A/N: The characters of Antarctica is my friend's OC. Her human name is Yukiko. I do not own Hetalia.
Her lips seemed frozen, the red dusted with the forever falling snow. I wanted to brush them softly with mine, for the wretched snow to melt under our amorous kiss, but I knew Yukiko would never be placated so easily. Today's date would be hard to win over, but I knew she would be mine. The hero always got the girl.
"Alfred," she spoke so softly that I could barely hear her. I bent down in a gracious bow, so close to her ruby lips that I could hear her breath condense and become fog.
A lock of her platinum blond hair fell in her face, I brushed it behind her ice-cold ear. I turned my head so that our lips barely, just barely, met. The ocean blue orbs that were my eyes locked with her sky blue ones. My classic grin, the one all the superheroes victoriously wore, spread across my face. "Yes," I whispered, pressing my lips even further into hers.
Antarctica took a step back, almost liked she feared my touch. She flopped down in the snow and beckoned me to sit down with her, albeit at a safe distance. "Alfred F. Jones, why are you here?" Yukiko asked when I had settled, "I know it's not because you want to try ice-burgers." Her intelligent eyes were looking into the snow, not into mine as they had previously.
I looked at the girl sitting so calmly in the ass-freezing snow and knew she wouldn't like if I told her the truth. Of course nobody in their right mind would like to be on a date with someone, especially someone heroic like me, and find out that it was all because of some stupid bet. That damn Arthur challenged me to have one girl fall in love with me every day for a week. If you think it'd be easy for a hero, you'd be wrong, especially when you're dating the Continents.
Silently, I laid down on the snow, closing the distance between us by laying underneath her head, so that our eyes were locked once again. I delicately set a finger on her her cold lips, "These are the only rosebuds I've seen in your place," I cooed, desperate to change the subject.
She batted my hand away, "Alfred!"
Antarctica needed an answer, and so I decided to give her one, except not with words or petty explanations. I grasped her cold hand in my gloved ones and pulled her onto her feet. Yukiko seemed shocked, "W-what are you doing?"
Quickly, I joined my lips with hers in a tender, yet passionate, kiss before breaking away. I enjoyed the last few seconds before speaking, "I wanted to bring some of America's warmth to Antarctica."
Yukiko smiled, then slid her hands to the small of my back. I knew she believed me when she entwined her icy lips with mine. "You've succeeded," she whispered, moving her cold lips to my ear.
"Now how about you explain it a little further, maybe in front of the fireplace at my house," Yukiko murmured, tugging me along as she practically skipped back home.
In the soft Antarctic light, I could see that the snow that had once carpeted her lips was gone, replaced with a ruby-red smile.