Based off of "New Kids On The Block- Summertime" Which I don't own. Thank for the reviews! I read them...Remember, no need for caps. *Tilting head while smiling.* Kolkolkol~

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Do you recall that summer? It's been so long since I last saw you, so shall I freshen up your memory? I still remember that day when I first saw you. When, for the first time, my blood was set on fire from a strong, passionate flame. Much like the summer heat was, yet so much more. I knew of my hot-blooded nature, but you brought out my burning inferno, catching fire into my heart. Remember how I tried acting like everything was fine? When in truth, my blood was running fire throughout my veins?

I may be known as Iceland, but with you, I was far from anything related to ice. Ah, I remember it all...But do you? Well, like in all stories/movies, let us have a flashback.

~Flashback~

"We gonna part-a, so freaking hard-a! We gonna part-a, so-o-o-o hard-a!" Denmark sang happily as we made our way towards the beach. By 'our' I mean, Norway, Denmark, Finland, Sweden and sadly, me. Iceland. Or my real name, Emil. Just where was I being dragged to? Some beach in Miami. America had invited us to come to his summer beach party he threw every year at this time.

Why did I come? To make sure Denmark didn't get into too much trouble with that loud American. I swear, they could be brothers. Speaking of...Anyway, Norway agreed to this because I did. While Finland thought it'd be fun, so of course, Sweden came along as well. Mr. Puffin had stayed home since he wasn't a fan of the summers heat.

But by now, I was ready to go home. Or at least somewhere peaceful, and away from Denmark's loud mouth. So while Norway started choking Denmark for some reason I don't care for, I silently slipped away from the group. Not sure where I was going, I found myself wandering around the beach I had now just noticed arriving at. I can't stand this summer heat, I knew I shouldn't have came with them. Since it can't be helped, I decided to find myself shade.

As I walked on, looking for somewhere peaceful and under a nice sized palm tree, something caught my eye. Actually, someone. She was wearing, from what I could see, black summer shorts with a red tank-top that had the words "Heartbreaker" designed in colorful patterns. She is, quite honestly, beautiful. I couldn't take my gaze away from her as she walked beside her friend, at least I think it's a friend, seeing as I only hear someone talking near her because, as I said, my stare couldn't be moved from her graceful steps. Graceful, even if she's wearing red flip flops.

A few boys would stop and talk to her, which made a odd feeling sting at my chest, but she seemed to not care. Letting them leave with their heads down from, what I assumed, being rejected. She gave them sympathetic looks, yet her smile still shined brightly on her lovely face.

She must of noticed my gazing because, before I knew it, she was standing in front of me, smiling.

"Well, hello there, creeper! You just been standing there staring, so I thought I'd come on over to help your view." She giggled, making eye contact. Which made my heartbeat increased somewhat. "Nah, I'm kidding! You're not a creeper, even if you were, you're most definitely the cutest creep I've ever seen." She winked at me with a amused smile when I opened my mouth to say something, yet nothing came out. "Oh? Is someone feeling shy? Ha! Even cuter."

"N-No, I don't know what you're talking about. And I wasn't staring at you." I keep my calm face on, even though I feel my body heating up. Was it the blazing, summers heat causing these happenings in my body? No, it couldn't be. Because I felt fine before. This started happening when I seen this woman. But what would she have to do with my body's actions?

"Not likely. Anyway, I'm (Name.) And either you give me your name, or I'll just keep calling you creeper." She says jokingly, patting my left shoulder. Her touch sent heated shock-waves throughout me, and I had no choice but to look away from her brightening eyes. What was wrong with me? I've never felt such feelings before. So now, all of a sudden after meeting this stranger, I feel as if I put the 'Ice' in my name to shame. But I keep my cool on the outside, even if I'm burning within.

"You shouldn't be so rude. Just call me... Emil." I mumbled, the ground seemingly looking more interesting. I felt her stare on me, that mischievous gaze as she tries making me look back at her by tilting her head lower where my eyes were. I hear her chuckle slightly when I finally gave in, letting my eyes glance at her shining figure.

"So you consider staring not rude? That's not what my momma said when I was little! I'm just kidding with you." She smiles, taking my hand into hers. I felt a blush creeping it's way onto me, but tried keeping it cool. There is no need to be feeling this way, at all... "It's really nice to meet you, Emil." Shaking my hand a bit, she then let's go. "I hope we see each other again, but for now, I gotta go."

Before she could leave, I grasped her by the same hand she used to shake mine. Not making eye contact, I try ignoring this annoying flame burning through me.

"Before you go...there's this summer party I'm being forced to go to. So, I was wondering, if maybe you would like to go as well...? But I may need your number, so I can tell you the time and place..." Why was I acting like this? I don't even know what words could describe this odd behavior coming fro me. Have I been around Denmark too long? Is he rubbing off on me? Dear god...no...

"Wow, you're pretty good at getting numbers from girls by acting like this...But okay!" She took out a small piece of paper, and a pen, from her over shoulder bag. "Just don't call me after ten, wouldn't wanna lose sleep, now isn't that right?" She winks playfully at me. Why must this girl be so...teasing? She acts like we've known each other for years. And yet, I feel my heart pumping flames inside of me by just glancing at her.

"You're the only girl here I've asked this question to." I say calmly, fighting of that annoying blush. I feel my pride getting the better of me as I keep my eyes glued to the ground. I just wanted to get this over with now, because I don't know how much more of this heat I can take before setting fire.

"R-Really?" She stuttered, looking slightly shocked. What? I didn't look like a ladies man. Simple blue shirt and white pants with red lining couldn't possibly pass as one. "Well, then I feel honored!" There's that teasing personality again. "Guess I'll see you soon." She kisses my cheek before running back towards her friend, who was laughing the whole time we were talking, that had made themselves comfy sitting on the soft sand.

I stood there for a while longer, letting my hand touch the spot her lips once were. I wonder, did it leave a fourth degree burn? Because I can feel it. Strange, I think, it feels almost...nice. Shaking my head side to side furiously, I return to the hotel me and the others are staying at.

Even after three hours of being there, my mind won't stop replaying what happened over and over again. Her smile, her laugh, her playfulness, anything having to do with her. And that kiss to the cheek, what would it have felt like on the lips? Wait...why would I even think that? Maybe I have been around Denmark too long...dammit...

~Two months later~

"Tell me...say it again..." I breathe into your ear, nipping at it seductively. I feel your hands caress the back of my head, your hands tugging at my hair with each nip. You moan loudly when I push against you, causing excited shivers to burn through your body. I feel them as well, this fire I've felt for so long. Now it burns us both into a scorching inferno neither wants to put out.

"I...I l-love you...!" Oh, how I love the way that sounds coming from your lips. Those delightful lips, bruised from our constant, passionate, blazing kisses. I need to feel them once again, so I lift my head to your eye level. Our gazes lock on each others, I can see, no, feel your burning love from those heated eyes. Those beautiful eyes, they make me melt like Ice from how flaming hot they are with love.

Crashing my lips onto yours, our tongues begin fighting like two fierce lions battling for territory. Rapidly swirling around, squeezing, nipping each others lips. It made our fire grow larger, spreading the flame lower into our bodies.

Do you know how much I love you? We may only know each for two months, but this kind of feeling isn't anything normal. No, it doesn't feel like those useless summer flings. I know you feel the same way, just by looking into your sparking eyes. They tell me everything, causing me to fall deeper into this fire pit you've pulled me in. I happily go along with you, though, my burning sun.

The cool water brushes up on us from laying near the oceans shoreline. That might be what's keeping us from dying of over heating. We're the only ones here, while the moon is our only witness to this sinful night. Why sinful? Because we both know we won't be seeing each other again after summer is over? Or for only knowing each other for a short time? It doesn't matter what the case is. It's how a person feels for each other, and I know exactly what you feel. As you do me.

Burning summer love.

How did we become so close to actually be doing such a thing now? Well...

~Two months earlier~

Even after she told me not to, I called her after ten. I just couldn't get this playful girl out of my mind. It made no sense to me. Why my blood ran high on flames whenever I thought of her. So, after making plans about when and where the party is, and her teasing me about calling her so late, I went to bed with only one thing on my mind.

"(Name...)"

The next day, as I was getting ready for the party, Denmark was being his idiotic self. He was already drinking and we haven't even left yet. My eye twitched when he came over towards me, letting one of his arms fall onto my shoulder. He was laughing like a drunken idiot, and I could see Norway calmly making his way over. Before Norway began choking him, using the strings on Denmark's sleeveless hoodie, he barely was able to say...

"H-Hey Ice...Yough gonna g-get laid to's night?"

And suddenly, I was the one choking him.

After finally getting to the party, we all go our on ways. Denmark, no doubt, to the bar. Norway stayed in a far off corner, muttering to himself, though it almost seemed as if he was whispering to someone, even though no one was in clear view. Finland was cheerfully talking to new people, while others were shaking in fear at Sweden.

I was looking for that girl I met earlier. I still can't stop thinking about her, to the point it's driving me crazy. It's odd, seeing as I've never felt like this for anyone. Not this much of a burning feeling that makes me sweat from even thinking about it. Just what is this girl doing to me? And why do I...like it.

"Yo, Emil! Over here!" I hear you, yes you. You're the one on my mind. I even remember dreaming of you last night. Just what was it about you that made me feel this way? I've only just met you, and yet it feels...different.

You're waving at me, smiling happily as I walk towards you. While on my way, I take the time to admire how lovely you look in your light blue, knee length, summer dress. It fits your body well, making me shudder slightly from an unknown feeling. When reaching you, I keep myself composed, not showing how I truly feel.

"Hello again, (Name.) It's...nice seeing you again."

"No need to talk all fancy just because we're on a yacht! Which, by the way, is amazing!"

That's right. We're on a yacht. How that American has one of these is, to this day, still unknown by me. It was quite big, maybe having a few guest rooms somewhere. Summer decorations covering it from top to end. Bright, colorful lights surrounding us from everywhere. Mostly red, white and blue, with little stars hanging on the walls. As well on the sides. He even had a huge American flag on the left side. Anyone with eyes would know this was his yacht. Because if the flag didn't tell you, the hundreds of cheeseburgers did.

After a few minutes of small talk, you had asked me to dance with you. I deny, but you wouldn't take no for an answer. You grabbed both my hands in yours, pulling me to the dance floor. I resisted, but you didn't give up until we were on the dance floor. I didn't dare move, which made you giggle. Still holding both hands, you started spinning us.

I couldn't take it any longer, getting too dizzy I couldn't think straight, I pull my hands from yours. Then, grasping your hips, I begin swaying to the music's beat. You looked surprised before a cheerful smile took over your features as you follow my steps.

Why am I doing this? Why did I let you do this to me? How did you do this to me? So many questions yet to be answered, and all because of you. The most important one, to me, is...why do I like it? Why do I relish in this blazing flame you've set? Not even the summers heat could compare to your sun.

I try not making eye contact, keeping my head lowered, that is, until you place both your hands onto my cheeks. Is my face burning from your touch, causing it to turn this red? I think so. Or maybe it's the torching look in your eyes, setting my fire off once again.

"Tell me, Emil...Do you believe in summer romance? I never thought it possible, but with you it feels...flaming hot." You whispered, not tearing your gaze from mine. I keep myself calm, even though I feel otherwise.

"Maybe yes, maybe no." I whisper as well, holding you to me tighter. This isn't like me, and I know it. I'm a very prideful person, so I don't understand how I could be doing this. It doesn't feel embarrassing or wrong with you...is that it? Is that why I don't feel embarrassed? Because I'm comfortable around you? Is it something else, though? But I just met you, it couldn't be anything serious...right?

"You're not being clear with me...Yes? Or no?"

"Life's a mystery, so I'll let you solve it..."

You solved it perfectly.

~Back~

I pull you closer to me, kissing the marks I left on your smooth skin. I feel your hands slide across my chest, making a low moan slip past my lips. Which were now currently nipping small red spots onto your delicious skin, trailing down your neck.

Your hands go further down, reaching my bottom. I gasp slightly when I feel you squeeze me hard. Lifting my face to yours, letting our foreheads touch, I give you a look. You just giggle a bit, giving me a tight pinch. I couldn't help but blush at that...yet it felt good.

Hours later, you're laying on top of me, letting your head rest on my shoulder.

I sigh, thinking of how summer is almost over. When the time comes, you'll be leaving, going back to your own home while I do the same. Since the distance is so great, we knew of how our relationship would end. But that didn't stop our feelings. Stop us from falling so quickly in love.

It's funny, when I think about how I didn't want to come here in the first place two months ago. Now, I wish I could stay this way for as long as I live. But you have to go, as do I. I can only hope we'll meet again, but I highly doubt it. You told me you weren't sure if you'd ever get the chance to come back here. And I knew of how busy my life will be in the years to come, seeing as I'm a country.

I embrace you tighter into me. I don't won't to let this moment go...or you.

"Ég elska þig...(Name.)"

~End flashback~

Summer was over far too soon for us. It was winter when you and I finally said goodbye. We promised to see each other again, and yet years have passed without even a email. I'll never forget you. No, I couldn't, even when I tried you kept rushing back into my thoughts.

Every summer gets worse for me, because I miss you so much. I feel like I'm in one of those cliché movies, where the guy and girl never see each other again. But the only part that's missing is you coming back without notice. I held my hope for a few years, but now...it seems hopeless.

Even so, I still think about our times together. Not one thing has left my memory of you. This really does sound like a cliché romance, but I don't regret it. Those times with you were worth it. My flame still burns to this day for you. And I know, for a fact, it won't be dying anytime soon.

I wonder if you think about me as much as I do you. Do you remember all those times? The kisses, smiles, touches? I never knew someone could do this to me, I feel like a different person. And yet, I'm happy. Happy you're the one to do this. Even though my heart feels like it's being stabbed each new summer, I'm still so grateful I met you.

I sigh deeply at these thoughts as I make my way towards the beach we both first met. This summer, I had this sudden urge to come back. So like a cliché movie, I did. So as I sit in the very spot you stood when I first felt your warming presence, yes I remember where, I close my eyes as I let my thoughts drift back to you. As they always do.

I remember our first date. It was at a ice-cream shop. The way you giggled when I had gotten some of the ice-cream on my face. When you reached over and playfully licked it off, causing me to slightly blush. Our first kiss was also at this very spot. This being the same spot we first made love.

So, very, cliché. But the last thing to make this the perfect cliché movie is you coming back. Running towards me dramatically with arms held out, crying. Calling my name. Then I pick you up, spin you around, and then we kiss. I've never been a fan of those sort of things, but right now, I wish it did happen. Just so I could at least see you once more. Again, I sigh, I seem to be doing that a lot whenever summer comes.

"Ice, Ice, baby..."

I swear, I can still hear you teasing me by singing that song after telling you I'm Iceland.

"Ice, Ice, baby..."

It's so real...

"Ice, Ice, baby..."

Why must my mind torture me?

"Would you prefer creeper?"

Eyes opening like lighting, I gasp. This better not be another dream or so help me...

"Did ya miss me, creeper?" It must not be a dream, because before I could even blink, you tackled me into a bone crushing hug. I slowly let my arms wrap around your waist, scared you might fade away if I'm too rough. When I know for sure you're there, flesh and blood, I answer you...With a heated kiss. Burning up our hearts like so many summers ago.

Damn cliché movies/stories...But I won't be complaining.

Extended ending.

"Damn...you sure know how to prove you missed someone..." You breathe out heavily. "Mind proving it again?"

Oh, I did. No one saw us leave our hotel room for days.

"Ég elska þig" Means "I love you" in Icelandic.

The awesome Hetalia is not mine. I don't know much about Iceland, so I most likely messed up his personality... D:

Me: Hellooooo~ Right now, I'm using my cousin's computer since my internet is off for the week or longer!

Cousin: Even though I need to use my computer NOW! D: This story is so f***ing cliché.

Me: I know, right...? I even added a lemon to it, but edited it on here...But not on Da.

Cousin: Because you're a damn pervert like France.

Me: Thanks, cuz. I love you too. Even so...Reader-chan, you couldn't resist dat ass? XD

Cousin: The hell?

Me: I knew it. ;)