~D is for Dare~
Turkey threw his head up as drips of warm water slid down his tan skin, a few getting caught up in the wispy plumes of hair covering his chest leading to his stomach. Turkey flings the shower curtain to the side, fumbling around the wall desperately seeking the material of a towel.
"Gah! Now where's that towel?!"
Fed up with his fruitless endeavor, Turkey sticks his head out of the shower and peers at the towel rack.
Empty.
"Ugh... Really? Ah well... Hey Ice...!"
The older man stood their as he awaited a reply from his friend Iceland, hoping that the boy was up out of bed already. Right before conceding that he might have to get a towel himself, he hears the familiar angelic voice reply to him from behind the closed door.
"Yeah Turkey? What is it?"
Thank God he was here. I was just about to leave too.
"Thank God your here Ice! I need you to get me a towel... Please?"
Turkey holds his breath as he strains to hear the boy's reply.
"Yeah sure... But this is the last time! From now on, remember to grab one before you go in the shower."
Heaving out a sigh of relief, Turkey replies in an ecstatic tone, "Thanks ice, I owe you one!"
Hearing he boys footsteps slowly plod away, Turkey leans against the wall and waits for the boy to return. He didn't have to wait long. Turkey hears a distant tip-tap of feet making there way towards the restroom door.
"Here Turkey, I brought you the towel. Now open up."
Salvation was all that Turkey could think as he shook himself dry as best he could, before lightly stepping out of the shower and making his ways towards the door, careful a s to lot slip on the slick tile. Twisting the knob so that it unlocks, he casually opens the door to find Iceland sanding there, towel in hand. Extending an arm towards it, Turkey greedily snatches the towel and tosses it playfully onto his head, drying his hair. Turkey quickly finishes and pulls it off of his head, wiping his face along the way before returning back to his hair for one last round of drying.
"Ahhh... Much better. Thanks a lot again Ice..."
Hearing no immediate reps ones firm the young nation, Turkey stops and pulls the towel from his face, now able to see clearly without his vision being obscured. Standing there, a little red in the cheeks was Iceland, staring straight ahead like a deer in the headlights.
"You okay Ice?" Turkey calls out in a concerned voice while lowering the towel to his side, "You seem a little distant."
As if awakening out of a trance, Iceland flicks his head back up, flushes, and looks to the side.
"S-sorry... It's just that you kind I caught me off guard coming out here... Well... Naked... I've been with you for a month and a half and this is the first time I have actually seen you like this... It's kind of a lot to take in..."
Turkey just watches the boy as it all begins to click in his mind...
"Oh well sorry about that. Here I'll cover up and finish up drying off and meet you in secon-" Turkey turns to leave, but suddenly feels damp material under his foot, causing him to slip up and trip over his feet. Turkey plummets to the floor and lands flat on his back, as a terrified Iceland rushed to the man's side, kneeling, allowing him to see his worried ridden expression.
"Hey Turkey! Are you all right!" Iceland cries out as he places a hand behind Turkey's head, gently lifting raise this head off the floor.
Now's my chance.
In one quick motion, Turkey grabs Iceland by the neck and pulls his head down towards him, Iceland's head resting on a pillow of hair.
"Oh... Sorry about that..." Iceland snickers with a devilish grin on his face.
Iceland flushes and untwines his head from Turkeys grasp, standing back up to leer at the man still lying on the floor.
"W-what was start for?! You had me worried about you?! And for what?! Just so I could be close to your naked body?! Ugghh!"
Iceland turns his back to the man and crosses his arms, assuming a role that befits one of his caliber. Not wanting to miss this chance, Turkey jumps up and wraps his arms around Iceland from behind; seeing the boy flush just intensifying the mans grip on the boy. Bending his head down to Iceland's ear, Turkey whispers in his ear, "hey Iceland... I dare you to turn around and stare me directly in the eye and say that you don't like the way my touch feels on your skin... Tell me that you don't enjoy the shivers running through your body as I breathe down the nape of your neck... Heh... I dare you...I dare you to tell me that you don't like me...That you don't love me..."
Iceland twists around in the mans arm to face him, and cups the man face in his hands while planting a passionate kiss on the older mans lips before breaking off and making his way to the door; leaving behind a stunned Turkey. Stopping suddenly, Iceland turns around, his face red, and mutters to the man, " I couldn't do that... If I did that I would be lying to the one..." Iceland pauses and takes a deep breath before continuing," to the one I love, and hold dear to me." The young man finishes and turns back to the door and glides through its arches; Turkey breathless at the nations sudden confession of love, leaving Turkeys heart warm with a new, rekindled passion for life.
~Dragon~
Iceland snuggled up closer to Turkey and placed his slender hand on the older nations. Turkey looked down at Iceland and snickered at his sudden show of tenderness, his larges eyes burning holes in his head.
"..."
"..."
Understanding each other in a language all their own, the two avert their gaze, the fire in their hearts rekindled, ready to spew forth from every pore like a dragon breathing fire...
~Dark~
"It's just the dark Iceland, It's just the dar- *BOOM* AHHHH!"
Iceland threw off the blankets in one fell swoop and jumped out of the bed, making a mad dash towards Turkeys door. Quickly approaching the said door, Iceland flings his hand out to the brass doorknob and jerks its open, practically crashing into Sadiq's room. His eyes scanning the pitch-black room, Iceland finally locates a medium sized clump lying on the bed. He sprints toward the bed and bounces on top if it, coming down hard onto a heap of umber muscle.
"GAAAHH!" Turkey yelped as the pain shot through his lower legs and resonated throughout his entire body. Wincing in pain, Turkey half opened one eye and peered at Iceland, still perched on the man's lap.
"Gah... What is it Iceland?" Turkey said as he sat up, now wide awaken from the younger nations childish antics.
Staring wide eyed at Turkey, Iceland said, "I'm sorry... I just was sacred I the dark... You know how I get some times when I let y imagination run wild... And..."
Iceland suddenly stopped as Turkey poised the question.
"And...?"
As if fighting inner demons, Iceland swallowed his pride and said, "And I was hoping to spend the night here... With you..."
Realizing the extent of what he was requesting, Iceland looked up, clearly embarrassed, "oh! Um well I didn't mean it like a couple or nothing! I just was just kind of scared and lonely... But it's okay! I'm better now, so I'm just going to go on my way..." Iceland stood up and begin to stroll away before an olive hand latches onto a cream palm. Iceland jerked around and stared Turkey in the eye. As if time had monetarily stopped, Iceland is brought back to reality as he is pulled into the bed by Turkey, plopping down on to Turkey's chest. Starting to protest, Turkey places a finger on Ice's lips and whispers through closed eyes, heavy with sleep, "...it would be my pleasure to share a bed with you..." Before drifting off into an unarousable sleep.
Iceland looked up at the older man with fuchsia eyes to assure that he was truly sleeping, before allowing a lone tear to escape from his left eye.
"I'm glad that I can share this moment in time with you... One of the last 'affectionate' acts the two of us will commit, the number on our hearts continually dwindling down..."
Letting another tear grace his cheek, he let out a stifled cry, "If only there was some other way..." Reaching up, Iceland slowly traces Turkey's jawline with a trembling hand, taking in the breathtaking sight, before lowering his hand to his chest, clutching his pulsating heart stricken with sorrow and regret.
"But for now... Lets just enjoy these last fleeting moments... And hopefully lose ourselves in the broad span of time...maybe if we're lucky... We will never wake up to this tragically beautiful world that will soon be stained red with passion..." Iceland breathes out in defeat, before being consumed by slumber, the nightmares continuously plaguing his dreams…
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Sorry for the lack of updates :( Sprig break just ended and I'm trying to get back into he swing of things. Anyways, I love the last short story called ~Dark~ and I am going to e incorporating it into other stories for the letter, kinda like a mini story. So be on the look out. I guess Iceland in that story could be considered Dark!Iceland, but I'm not sure because I'm not sure what that means want to enlighten me...;) Also, feel to review and leave a word for the letter E, F, or G. I'll make the word into a story :) Enjoy the stories and I hope you continue to read this collection ~Sincerely, StarFire32