The Rare Pair Files (Hetalia)
Author: Ashynarr
Summary: Since there are a lot of rare pair that are, well, rare, I decided to dedicate a little side collection of all the ones I write from here on out, however often I end up doing so. Mostly America or Canada centric pairings.
Disclaimer: Hetalia's not mine.
Warning: Ame/Nyo!Den
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"Are you sure this is safe?" Alfred asked, holding onto the tree while glancing between the slope and his girlfriend.
"Of course it is," Silje replied, still amused that for all her boyfriend was good with horses, putting a plank of wood until his feet was enough to catch him up. "I come here with my friends every year, and the worst we ever got was a broken arm or two."
"That doesn't exactly fill me with confidence," He shot back.
"You told me you broke your arm twice trying to pull rodeo stunts - this is probably safer, cause the only person you can hurt is yourself, and the snow should cushion most of your falls."
Alfred gave her a look.
"C'mon, I'll be right there in case you need help up. I'll even pay for coffee once we reach the bottom so you can warm up again if you want."
The American sighed, taking a deep breath before pushing himself away from the tree and starting down the relatively friendly slope. The Dane followed after, grateful he hadn't put up a fight about starting on the easier slopes while he was still getting used to balancing on the snowboard.
He started out slow, often turning his snowboard to the side in the way she'd showed him as a way to slow down when the slope got too steep, even if it meant he instead ended up almost hitting a tree. Silje would always come to a stop nearby, making sure he hadn't actually hurt himself, before waiting for him to start up again.
Overall, it was… fun, even if it wasn't the high-speed races on the more dangerous slopes she'd done before now. SHe knew she caught Alfred grinning a few times when he managed to keep his balance for long enough to manage a fair distance, even if he usually went into a comedic flail and swerve soon after.
By the time they reached the bottom, Alfred was flushed pink from either the cold or the embarrassment of having face planted a few moments before, even though she'd swore several times that she'd done far worst her first time.
(The fact that she'd been five to Alfred's twenty wasn't really a necessary point to make out loud, and if fudging things a little kept him from sulking later on, she was all for it.)
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AN: Not a whole lot for this because I'm not feeling too hot today, but I think it's cute anyways? Bleh bleh Nyo!Denmark is strange to write because I've never thought about her at all before.