Holiday
-All Disclaimers Implied-
Venezuela was spaced out again, staring out into the sunset from his set on a school building's ceiling. He tensed momentarily when he felt arms wrap around his shoulders but relaxed as he recognized the familiar touch. "What're you doing?" Costa Rica asked, his soft voice right in his ear. The boy was always the touchy sort; they were all used to it by now.
"You need to eat more or something," Venezuela told him off-handedly as he settled next to him. Costa Rica pursed his lips.
"Everyone is wondering where you are, you know?" Costa Rica mentioned. "Why'd you leave the party anyways?"
"…nothing, don't worry about it," Venezuela told him, still staring out into the sun. "Why aren't you at the party?"
"I've been sent to get you," Costa Rica replied, a happy and oblivious smile on his face. He swung his legs over the edge, and Venezuela had to resist the basic urge to pull him back. "Come on, it's the holidays! Where's your spirit?" Costa Rica pouted, and with the sun shining on him, he reminded Venezuela of an angel.
It was the sixth day of Christmas and Costa Rica had been invited to the twelve day Christmas party by Venezuela's cousin, Colombia, who knew him. Maybe it was foolish, but Venezuela already knew he was falling for him.
They basically had twelve days to fall in love, didn't they?
"Hey, Costa Rica," Venezuela mumbled, moving closer. He blinked and muttered a yeah? Venezuela cupped his cheek gently and Costa Rica's eyes fluttered close as he leaned in and pressed their lips together.
They knew they'd have only so long together. But as Venezuela trailed all the curves of Costa Rica's body, he found that he didn't care, as long as they were together.
Who knew a Costa Rican body could be so amazingly fine?
"Your lips are so soft," he muttered, trailing the said body parts. Costa Rica blushed and pressed his legs together tightly, causing Venezuela to grin and gripped each one in a hand. "So cute," he mumbled as he pulled them both onto the bed again.
