Thanks to Arya Scarlett 14, ANIMEisLIKEHISTORY, Genevieve and an anon for reviewing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
FraIce: Always on My Mind
Iceland sat through the meeting, face red and wondering who he should kill first: Norway or France?
Due to a magical mishap, Iceland was stuck reading people's minds. Luckily, the closer they were, the louder they were, which meant that the ones he heard clearly were the ones closest to him, and the rest were dull murmurs.
But unfortunately, he was seated next to France, so he heard the other's thoughts loud and clear. Surprisingly, it wasn't really that perverted.
All he was thinking about was kissing Iceland.
Iceland couldn't understand why France was thinking about kissing him. There were other nations in the room, and yet Iceland's lips were the only ones the Frenchman was thinking of.
It covered everything, namely the texture, the temperature and the taste of the lips, as well as the taste of the inside of his mouth. France was wondering how long they would be able to hold the kiss and also thinking about the moans that Iceland would give.
Iceland didn't know if his face was red with anger or embarrassment.
He sighed in relief whenever France and England would start a fight, since that meant that France's thoughts were on other things. But as soon as the argument was stopped, France went back to his previous line of thinking.
Eventually Iceland couldn't stand it anymore, and he left the room in a huff, not knowing whether he heard their confused thoughts or words. He just needed to get out of there.
…
France watched as Iceland left, and he felt concerned about the younger nation. Before anyone could stop him or beat him to it, he followed after the younger nation.
He spotted him not too far, and the other's face was completely red. It looked adorable.
"Islande, wait!" France called out, running to catch up to him. "What is wrong, mon cher?"
"Leave me alone!" Iceland snapped.
France wouldn't have it, and when he caught up to him he pinned him against the wall.
"Now, what's bothering you?" France asked.
"Nothing!" Iceland snapped. "Just leave me alone."
France noticed the situation they found themselves in, and he internally smirked. He could easily use this situation to his advantage.
Iceland's eyes widened when France pressed their lips together.
Soft and warm, with a hint of liquorice.
When France pulled away, Iceland was red, but he didn't look too surprised.
"There," Iceland said. "You answered your questions."
Now France was confused.
"Quoi?" he asked.
"You wanted to know what it's like to kiss me, now you do. So now you can think of the next nation."
"What are you talking about?"
Iceland looked as though he was about to explode.
"Norway messed up his magic, so now I'm stuck reading everyone's mind!" Iceland snapped. "I know what you've been thinking of."
France blinked in confusion, before his eyes widened in realisation.
"Honhonhon… Mon cher, those thoughts are only reserved for you."
And France kissed him again.
The prompt was: 'Person A can read minds and person B is always thinking about kissing them.' I may have altered it just a little.
I've also been asked about the CanadaXWorld story, and when it would be published. I'm going to write until all 57 nations have had a chapter, and I've already written 28 of them. The reason I'm doing this is because I've already rewritten this at least five times and I don't want to leave you hanging. So be patient.