ICELAT THEYRE SOSOSOSOS CUTE i just saw it today and i love it pls theyre a perfect match compared to some rarepairs that make zero sense the video is just random bs i was bored but hongice mention❤️❤️
Touching meme: your choice of 8, 12, 22, 28, and 50 for DenEst, IceLat, AmeLiet, or LietPol.
OOOH thank you lksdfjasdf
I had a lot of fun with these!
Taken from these prompts
(I am using human names for the characters just so I don't have to put the little dot between the country names so they don't accidentally show up in the general country tag)
I am putting these under the cut because they (especially the first one) got long.
8. shielding the other one with their body
(AmeLiet)
Prepare for the angst, for this one X'D.
(If it wasn't obvious, this takes place during the Outsourcing strips)
Alfred tilted his head, puzzled by the knock at the door. He wasn't expecting any guests--neither Nation nor human--so he assumed there was either an emergency, or one of his people got lost and ended up at his front door.
"You weren't expecting any guests, today."
Toris's voice snapped Alfred out of his thoughts. The shorter Nation was either very quiet on his feet, or Alfred was that lost in his head; he had no idea his friend approached him until he spoke.
"No," Alfred finally responded. "I'm not."
Another knock shattered the otherwise quiet of Alfred's home, this one sharper and more forceful than the last.
"Stand behind me." Something about this entire situation felt off, to Alfred.
With a nod, Toris complied, his eyes narrowed.
Exhaling through his mouth, Alfred opened the door.
"Jones residence," he began mechanically. "How may I--"
He cut himself off when he realized who was standing on his doorstep.
"Ivan."
"Alfred." With a smile that would have been pleasant save the fact it didn't meet his eyes, the giant Nation stepped forward, entering Alfred's home.
"To what do I owe the honor? I'm sure you're busy and cannot stay long." Alfred's voice was equally pleasant, though he was sure Ivan caught the warning that was meant for him.
"Oh, I was just in your neighborhood, doing a little of this and a little of that, and I thought I would stop by and speak with you. See how everything's going."
"Everything is going well, thank you for asking." Now get the hell out of my house.
"Mm, not from you. I want to hear it from his mouth."
Alfred whirled around, now facing Toris, whose face was turned towards the floor, hands stiff at his sides.
"Everything is fine," Toris said, meeting neither Alfred nor Ivan's eyes. "Now if you excuse me, I must get back to work. There is so much that needs to be done, today."
Before he could exit the room, clearly uncomfortable, Ivan's arm shot out, grabbing Toris's wrist to keep him in place.
"Get out." Alfred's voice lost all niceties it previously held. "You do not lay a hand on my friends in my home. Toris wants to leave; it is in your best interest to let him. You came here to see me, you said. Unless that was a lie."
Ivan let go of Toris, his murky purple eyes narrowing to slits.
"It was a lie, wasn't it?" Alfred was on a roll, now. "You're just here to bully Toris; you get some sick enjoyment out of it, I know you do. Have you ever once told the truth in your messed-up life? No wonder your nose is so big; you're like Pinocchio, I bet it grows with each lie you tell. You're a jo--"
Alfred cut himself off when he saw Ivan draw his fist back. Getting himself into a defensive position, he braced himself to block the punch, and was confused when he felt nothing.
Instead, he heard a choking gasp, and suddenly, he saw (and felt) Toris at his feet, his arms curled around his torso.
As the shorter boy slowly forced himself to his feet, Ivan merely blinked, tilting his head.
"Now why would you do that? That punch was meant for Alfred. I didn't hold back; you know how strong Alfred is. I felt it sink into your gut; I'm sure it was very painful. I doubt he wants you getting sick all over his floor."
Toris said nothing, though one of his hands gripped his stomach, while the other pressed against his mouth. His eyes didn't seem to be all there, Alfred noticed, and he was swaying on his feet.
Without thinking twice, Alfred pulled Toris close to him, supporting his (concerningly light) weight.
"Get. Out." This was snarled; Alfred was done. He wanted Ivan gone. "You barge into my house, uninvited, and then you torment my dear friend? Leave."
"I thought America was welcoming to people from all over the world?" Ivan smiled again, chilling Alfred.
"Litva," he turned to Toris again. "Fetch the two of us something strong. Despite his laws, I am sure dear Alfred keeps some--what's it called?--ah, 'moonshine' in the basement. Just to keep Arthur happy when he visits."
"No." Though he looked to be still in pain, Toris held his head high. "I won't."
Alfred smirked at Ivan, who for a moment, looked shocked.
"I am independent, Ivan," Toris continued. "I will not defer to you."
"For now. We'll see what happens in a few years." Ivan closed his eyes, his smile growing almost childlike. "You and the other two are in such an unfortunate location, geographically. Who knows what other Nations will come and gobble you three up! I'm hoping it's me, but if it's someone else, that only makes your inevitable return to me even more fun! The hunt is no good when there's no chase, after all..."
With a light chuckle, Ivan ruffled Toris's hair.
Alfred felt the brunet wince, and he held him closer, rubbing his arm comfortingly.
"Ivan," he said once more, a warning bite in his voice.
"Ah, I'm going. I can see that I am not wanted. Farewell, Alfred. Toris."
The large man waved, stepping outside. But before he left completely, he stuck his head back inside.
"Just one more thing, Alfred. I see the way you hold him, and how he looks at you. Just remember that wherever you touch him, wherever your hands go, mine were there, first."
With a shout, Alfred lunged forward, pushing Ivan completely out of his house before slamming the door and locking it. When he looked down at his hands, he saw that they were shaking.
(Oops, that got way too long, sorry about that, X'D)
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(The others will be much shorter than that first one)
12. pushing a strand of hair behind their ear
(LietPol)
"Your hair is beautiful, Feliks." Toris pushed a strand of hair behind the shorter boy's ear.
Feliks blushed, Toris's gentle voice making the compliment even sweeter. "Stop, it looks the way it always does!"
"Yeah, well mine looks like a bird's nest no matter how many times I brush it."
"Well, I happen to like it. Your wavy hair is perfect for when I do this..."
With a smirk, Feliks wove a hand into Toris's thick hair as he straddled the brunet, keeping him in place as he kissed him.
When the two pulled apart, needing air, the deep blush on Toris's pale face made Feliks laugh, falling onto the bed beside his partner.
"Oh man, Liet, you look like a tomato!" Feliks guffawed, almost rolling from laughing so hard. "Better watch out; if Romano takes a look at you, he might get, like, sweet on you. Ooh, or Antonio! Can you imagine? He'd call you his little 'Bueno Tomato' or something!"
This only caused Toris to blush harder, which in turn made Feliks laugh louder.
"What do you say, Bueno Tomato? Do you want me to make your whole body blush? I can start with-- OOF!"
Feliks was cut off as a pillow smacked right into his face.
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22. falling asleep on the other’s shoulder
(IceLat)
Raivis was exhausted. He hadn't been sleeping well for the past few weeks (unfortunately, anxiety tended to do that to him), and he was finally reaching his limit. Even more unfortunately, it was in the middle of a world meeting. And to add one more 'unfortunately' to make it a triple threat, Mathias didn't even put his seat next to Toris or Eduard, like the arrangement usually was. Instead, Toris was sandwiched between Alfred and Feliks, while Eduard had Lili to his left, and the Dane himself to his right. Raivis had Eiríkur to his left, and Michelle to his right.
Too exhausted to even attempt to think of why the seating arrangement was the way it was, Raivis found his eyes closing, Roderich's soft voice as he gave his speech lulling him into a nap.
Suddenly, his eyes snapped open as he felt something soft against the side of his face.
"Whassat?" he slurred, sleep making his tongue not work properly. The feeling wasn't unpleasant; in fact, the warmth was making him want to fall back to sleep.
"Raivis. Are you okay?"
With a quiet yelp, Raivis realized what--more like who--he was resting against.
"Eiríkur! I am so sorry!" Blushing, Raivis pushed himself away from the Icelander, thoroughly embarrassed.
As other Nations started to look at them, Raivis blushed harder and looked down, pretending to go over his notes.
"It's okay," Eiríkur said, gently rubbing the shorter boy's shoulder. "You looked so tired, I didn't want to wake you."
"How long was I snoring against your shoulder?" Raivis muttered, his face still on fire.
"You were only out for like...ten minutes." Eiríkur leaned in closer, trying to stay quiet. "And for the record, you don't snore. You uh...looked kinda cute, actually."
"Ah... Thanks?" Latvia cursed his voice for going up an octave. But damn it, he'd been crushing on the silver-haired boy for years, and he said he looked cute? It felt surreal.
The rest of the meeting passed by in a blur, with Raivis and Eiríkur exchanging small nudges and quiet jokes about the various speakers. By the time it ended, Raivis was disappointed.
"Hey, umm, did you want to grab a bite to eat or something?" Eiríkur rubbed the back of his head, his pale face blushing just as pink as Raivis's own. "This was way more fun than other world meetings, and I didn't even get to show you my impression of Mathias, yet!"
"So, like a date?" Raivis almost slapped himself for blurting it out so quickly.
"Yeah." Eiríkur looked around, making sure none of the other Nordics heard it. "It's a date."
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28. feeling for each other in the dark
(DenEst)
"Great," Eduard muttered. "Just great."
Right as he was in the middle of an important spreadsheet his government wanted him to work on, the power cut out due to an impressively loud thunderstorm. Since his laptop was charging, almost dead from previous use, it went dark, as well. And since he was at Mathias's house for a quick vacation, rather than his own, he had no spares to use.
Fumbling around in the dark, he left the guest bedroom and carefully made his way downstairs.
He assumed he made it to the living room when he felt the couch brush up against his hip.
Suddenly, a loud CRASH, followed by a scream, shattered the silence of the darkened house, in between thunderclaps. And even more suddenly, Eduard found himself on the couch, a heavy weight pressed on top of him.
"Oh man, Ed! I am so sorry!"
Soon the pressure was off his chest, and Eduard was able to sit up.
A pair of callused hands felt around Eduard's chest and neck before cupping his face. "There you are!"
Amused, Eduard realized what happened. "Mathias, did you fall down the stairs and flop onto the couch, though you slammed into me first?"
"...Maybe?"
With a chuckle, Eduard leaned forward, resting his head against Mathias's chest, wrapping his arms around him. He was now perfectly content waiting out the storm.
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50. putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up
(LatLiech)
(You didn't ask for this one, but I had a cute idea for it, X'D)
"Raivis? What are you doing down there?" Lili was minding her own business, trying to grab an extra notebook from the conference center's supply closet, until she tripped over a pair of dress shoes, attached to the legs of a very familiar Nation.
"Hiding." Raivis blinked his large eyes, and Lili was mesmerized by the long, soft eyelashes that covered them.
"Why are you hiding?"
Raivis blushed, his ears turning pink before his face did. "I...spilled my water glass all over Ivan. He looked mad, so I ran and hid. And ended up here."
Lili was concerned. "He wouldn't hurt you now, would he?"
"Who knows." Raivis gripped the bottom of his shirt so tightly his hands went white. "Depends on if it's a good day or a bad day. If it's a good day, he'd just press on my head and make some weird comment. But if it's a bad day? Even now...he..."
Lili sat down next to Raivis, gently grabbing one of his hands. She didn't like seeing him this way; it reminded her too much of meetings long since past, where the boy's eyes were dull, and bruises marred his face and neck.
Raivis stiffened at her touch, though he soon melted into it. He removed her hand from his own, though he leaned forward and hugged her, burying his face into her chest, the fabric of her dress soft against his face.
Lili said nothing about where his head was; she saw that this was how he hugged Toris and Eduard, and recognized that he wasn't trying to intentionally feel her chest. Instead, she hugged him back.
After a few moments, the door creaked open. Raivis's eyes went wide, though Lili pressed a hand over his mouth before he could make a sound.
But instead of the large build of Ivan, it was only Francis. He took one look at the two Nations and smiled, winking at them before making a kissy face. He gave them both a thumbs-up, mouthing 'way to go, Raivis!' at the shorter boy.
"Your secret is safe with me." With a final wink, Francis shut the door.
Lili finally removed her hand from Raivis's mouth. She was sure her face was just as red as his.
I was wondering if you ever considered IceLat before. Personally, I believe its a rlly accurate ship and makes sense considering how great they're relations are + they are both teens and Latvia defended Iceland when they were accused of fraud by England and Netherlands around 2008 I believe so I rlly wish they would interact with each other more in the manga :(
I was going to say it's weird to ship Latvia with someone so old but then I remembered Iceland is only 1 to 2 years older than Latvia physically.
Both of them have a complicated relationship with Sealand too. The more I think about it, the more it kind of works...
