Germany was extremely tired after a meeting. Netherlands was eyeing his boyfriend who was staring at the river with glass eyes. He noticed that Germany already developed dark circles underneath his eyes.
"Do you like the mist?"
"No. Definitely not. How about you?"
"I, unlike you, love it. I used it to hide from Spain. Why don't you like it?"
" First, remove your hand from my waist. And about your question..."
Germany looked up to the sky. They were next to River Rhine. He smiled and pulled Netherlands' hand. While they were going… somewhere. Germany began to talk.
"When I was little, Prussia used to go to war a lot. I used to go outside and wait for him to come back. Whenever there was a mist and I couldn't see anything and… This is stupid but, I thought that some monster will come and take me away and that I will never see Prussia again."
Netherlands looked at the German's eyes before Germany pushed him. Germany called him a creep and then he noticed that the mist was intensifying. Netherlands used this as a chance to grab his waist and kissed him. Netherlands ran his hand underneath Germany's shirt. The fingers brought warmth with them against the night-chilled skin. It was November after all. Germany broke the kiss and was gasping for air.
" Netherlands, it's cold. "
"No shit Sherlock. Your dogs ripped your shirt off."
Germany kissed him while pushing to the ground. Netherlands noticed that Germany was trying to win dominance during the kiss. That will never happen. NEVER. Netherlands pushed the other off of him and picked him up. Much to Germany's displeasure. So Germany began to squirm.
"Fuck you Germany."
"Fuck me Netherlands."
Upon hearing that, Netherlands kissed him and ran back to his house.