Past-Part Fills Part 7

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Past-Part Fills Part Seven

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Warmth in Reserve [5/5]

[(Anonymous)]

Standing in his kitchen, looking out of the dark window at the clear black sky, Norway breathes in the scent of brewing coffee. Earlier, the clock struck three in the morning, but now the house is silent aside from the sound of the wind outside and the bubbling of coffee into the percolator and the gentle creaking as the building settles.

The hardwood floor is cold on his feet. He should have put on slippers, but he isn't about to go back to his room for them. When he left, sliding out of bed to slip quietly out of the bedroom and down the hall, Germany was fast asleep, his breaths deep and steady and even. It'd be a shame to wake him.

In his bathrobe and bare feet, Norway stands and waits and listens and thinks about earlier in the night, after they cleaned themselves up, the two of them. Before he turned off the bedside lamp, he'd offered Germany a soft "good night". Germany's reply was the same, nothing more than a "good night" that was as gentle as the hand he used to brush Norway's hair out of his eyes. When Norway tilted his head to kiss at his palm, he glanced toward Germany's face. The look of surprise was what he expected, but there was something else that he couldn't quite place.

Now, he wonders if he should have said something else. Should have done something else. Kissed him goodnight, maybe. On the lips, or the cheek. Touched his face, or pulled him close to nuzzle against the crook of his neck.

Don't be ridiculous, Norway tells himself as the coffee perks and he reaches for a mug. This isn't like that at all. He's only here because you ask him to come here and fuck you. You have things you want from him, and he's the same way, and that's the end of it.

Isn't it?

Standing there in the silence, with an empty mug in his hand, Norway thinks about it. As his lips tighten into a frown and he decides that it's a thought best left for another night, if ever, he hears a sound: The creak of a door being nudged open, and footsteps on the hardwood floor.

Norway doesn't say a thing. Not until the footsteps make their way into the kitchen. Even then, he doesn't turn around; just sets his mug down and reaches into the cupboard for a second one, just in case. "Did I wake you, then," he asks, lifting his head not to glance over his shoulder at his visitor, but to look at his image in the silvery reflection on the window. Germany. Germany, standing tall and broad in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, his expression hard to read but, if Norway can guess at it, curious. He'd thrown on his trousers from the previous day, but nothing else. Must be cold, but Norway can't deny that it's a good look for him.

"No," Germany says. Late at night as it is, having been asleep, he looks different than he usually would. His hair, loose and free of styling products, gently frames his face. Gets in his eyes, sticking up at bit where he slept on it. To Norway, it makes him look younger than usual, perhaps. Softer. "You weren't in bed. I wanted to make sure that you were all right."

"So, I did wake you."

"You did not! I-"

"Belay that. It's fine. I'm okay." A smile tugs at the corner of Norway's mouth. The concern is entirely unwarranted, and if it were coming from someone else, Norway might have something to say about that. But coming from Germany, in light of what they did earlier that evening - even if he was gentler than he might have been - it's fine, Norway thinks. It's just fine. He isn't about to lecture him for wanting to take care. "Come here, will you."

In a few steps, Germany strides across the room. Still, Norway doesn't turn to look at him, and there's a moment of hesitation before he feels the contact. As long arms slide around his waist, Norway allows his eyes to fall shut, taking in the warmth of Germany's body, the press of his bare chest against Norway's back as he's drawn firmly into his hold. It's good. Nice. "Do you want a coffee?" he murmurs. "I made enough for two."

"You won't be able to get back to sleep if you drink it."

"I keep odd hours anyway, y'know. Don't matter." Resting against him, Norway smiled again, more broadly this time. Germany's reply almost sounds like a warning. As if you have leave to go being concerned about me, Norway thinks. But there's something nice about it, somehow. "... I'd like it if you stayed up a while, at least. Might be nice, havin' some company."

There is a long pause, as if Germany isn't sure how to answer. Then Norway feels a soft press against his temple. A kiss. He doesn't say anything, just takes it in, allows himself to enjoy it. After waiting for a moment, he gets the answer that he wants: a soft sigh, and a low murmur of, "All right."

Carefully, Norway sets the mug on the counter, then slowly turns around. When he lifts his hands to gently cup Germany's face, the other nation's eyes widen in surprise, and it's all Norway can do to hold back a teasing remark about it. Wasn't what you expected of me, is it, Norway thinks. Not outside the bedroom.

It doesn't matter, Norway decides. In the dark and the deep night, with the cold kitchen air and the scent of coffee around them, it doesn't matter that this isn't the reason that they're together tonight, that it isn't the reason that Norway asked him to come to his home. Something else brought Germany here, and the reasons for it show in the roses on Norway's bedroom table, and in the way Germany woke to join him, and in the way that he keeps coming back every time Norway asks it of him.

As strong arms tighten around his waist, Norway tilts his head upward, grazing a kiss against Germany's cheek. The content sigh he hears is more satisfying to him than it should be.

It's fine if this becomes more than he meant it to be, he decides.

He doesn't mind.

It's nice.



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OP here! <3

[(Anonymous)]

I'd given up hope that this prompt would ever be filled, but this fill... it's definitely worth the wait! <3 <3

It flows so smoothly, and the imagery and peacefulness, it's all so beautiful!

Thank you so much, A!A!

<3

A!A

[(Anonymous)]

I'm so glad that you liked it!
When I saw this prompt, I just had to fill it. :D