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heroescutiesThis oneshot is the third in a multi-part collection called "A Little Piece of You" focusing on couples and an item of clothing shared between the two.
Title: A Little Piece of You (3/?): Kindness
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/FLUFF
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Cuba/Canada
Word Count: 1,521
Summary: But most striking of all, was Cuba’s suspenders. Somehow- how he really wasn’t sure- Canada hadn’t noticed them until now. The way they stretched across Cuba’s broad chest and over his wide shoulders and…
Finding someone at one of these larger world meetings was never easy. Sure, some nations managed to stand out- either in looks or by how loudly their voices carried over the din of the crowd; but in Cuba’s case, the one nation he was looking for had a bad habit of being downright impossible to find even when he was standing right in front of you. But today Cuba was determined to locate the oft-invisible northern nation and give him a present he’d been nervously carrying around with him now for months.
Fingers absently stroking over the package in his pocket, Cuba cast one last glance around the meeting hall and took his seat. Sometimes Canada came in late, so perhaps that’s where he was? Desperately wishing for a cigar, but knowing that several nations would loudly protest if he tried to light one up during the meeting, Cuba sighed. If he didn’t manage to give this to Canada today, it might be months again before he gathered the courage to do so.
With a surreptitious glance at Germany, who was handling the proceedings as usual, Cuba pulled out his cell phone and texted Canada.
{Hey where are you?}
Within seconds, the phone gave a tiny jolt in his hand as a return text was received.
{Um. I’m here in the meeting. Next to Cameroon?}
Cuba let his eyes skim around the room, finding Canada along with his polar bear, sure enough, next to the African nation. He felt himself flush in embarrassment; Canada had probably been there all along.
{Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you.}
Canada huffed out a small sigh and replied.
{That’s okay, eh! It happens all the time…}
Letting his eyes dart back up to where Germany was going on about something on page fifty two of their paperwork, Cuba decided that at this moment there were some things more important than the matters of this meeting. Steeling his nerve, he punched in a quick text message and excused himself from the room.
{Can you meet me in the bathroom down the hall in a minute?}
Canada read over the message a few times, his neck heating up as he tried to figure out why Cuba wanted to meet him there of all places. One rather dirty thought flickered through his mind and he shook his head to displace it. This was Cuba he was thinking about, not France. It was certainly nothing like…that.
Standing up and asking to be excused so quietly no one noted, Canada sighed and let Kumajiro take his seat. No one would probably even notice he left the meeting room, which he supposed (his face heating up at the thought of this secret meet up with Cuba) would be for the best.
But as Canada made his way out the door, he didn’t see the glint of glasses as a set of blue eyes did indeed notice him leave.
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As Canada swung open the bathroom door, he was greeted with quite the sight. Across the room, leaning against the paper towel dispenser and smoking a cigar, was Cuba. Heat rose to his face as Canada’s eyes traced up the other nation’s black slacks, to his rumpled white dress shirt and red tie. A little smile quirked at Canada’s lips as he noted the tie clip styled to look just like Cuba’s flag.
But most striking of all, was Cuba’s suspenders. Somehow- how he really wasn’t sure- Canada hadn’t noticed them until now. The way they stretched across Cuba’s broad chest and over his wide shoulders and…
“Heya, Canada,” Cuba murmured, noticing him enter.
Canada wanted to say something smooth in reply, perhaps even compliment the way those simple black suspenders seemed to make his mind race into overdrive. But instead of anything eloquent, he blurted out the first thing that came into his mind.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke in here, eh.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Cuba frowned and snuffed out his cigar in the sink. “Forgot ‘bout that.”
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and shot Canada a nervous glance. “So I uh…wanted to give ya somethin’.”
Canada’s mind once again flickered to a rather...explicit images, now with added suspenders. He flushed bright red and struggled to find his voice.
“Give me something, eh?”
“Yeah, but ya gotta um…come closer.”
With a gulp, Canada crossed the room until he was standing right in front of Cuba. The fact that the island nation was also blushing both comforted him and made him even more curious about what this gift could be.
Stuffing a hand back in his pocket, Cuba pulled out a small package and thrust it into Canada’s hands. “Here. It’s for you.”
Violet-blue eyes blinked behind spectacles as Canada took it gently and tore open the plain-brown wrapping. A seashell choker fell out into his hands- white shells interspersed with painted shells adorned with small red maple leaves. He gasped.
“Cuba it’s…it’s…”
“I made it especially for ya. I hope ya like it.”
Whatever compliment Canada was about to bestow died on his lips at the revelation that this was handmade, by Cuba, just for him.
Unable to express his gratitude in words, Canada surged forward, his arms clutching Cuba tightly as he pressed a grateful kiss to his lips.
They both pulled back blushing fiercely, their eyes dropping to the floor.
“Uh…let me put it on you,” Cuba offered quietly.
Canada’s eyes darted up and met his. “Thanks.”
The choker was passed back to Cuba, who fumbled with the clasp. Then he leaned forward flush against Canada to fasten it on.
“There.”
Their eyes met and without words, they moved forward simultaneously. Canada slid his arms under the suspenders and smoothed them around Cuba’s sides as their lips found one another’s. Stumbling back against the wall and quite content to continue in their own little world, they didn’t here the footsteps approaching.
“Hey bro, you okay? I think Kumajiro is starting to chew on your papers out of boredom and…ARGH!”
America came to a screeching halt as Canada and Cuba pulled apart, or at least tried to. Somehow, Canada had gotten himself entangled in Cuba’s suspenders and despite his efforts to get free; he only seemed to make himself more tangled.
“YOU!”
“America, you bastard! Can’t you knock?”
As the two glared daggers at each other, Canada continued to try and free himself. He twisted and turned as the insults started flying.
“Um…Cuba? America?” Canada murmured, but neither of them seemed to hear him.
“It’s a public bathroom, you know! And it looks like my hero senses were right and my brother was in trouble.”
“He was doing perfectly fine until you interrupted, bastard!”
“Making out with communists is not ‘doing fine’!”
Cuba bristled at that, and Canada was certain that punches would be thrown soon if he didn’t do something fast. With one last tug, he snapped himself free from the suspenders and stumbled out between the two other nations.
Except the snap he’d heard wasn’t the suspenders, but instead it was the button to his slacks, which now pooled at his feet.
With an embarrassed flourish, Canada quickly tugged his pants back up over his maple leaf boxers and he gave America a pleading look.
“America, please?”
With a sigh, America walked forward and gave his brother a one-armed hug. “Fine, if you insist bro. But just…take care of yourself, okay?”
He nodded, smiling at his brother. “I will, don’t worry about me.”
America walked back over to the door and turned around at the last moment to give Cuba a withering look. “And don’t you dare let him walk back in the meeting with his pants like that. If you really like him, you’ll find a way to fix it.”
As the door swung closed behind America, Cuba started to unhook his suspenders. “Here, you can borrow these.”
“But Cuba…”
“I do really like you, don’t I?”
Canada glanced down at the offered suspenders then back up to Cuba, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the best, Cuba.”
He coughed and blushed, moving forward to help Canada fasten the suspenders on his slacks. “It’s the least I can do.”
Pecking a kiss on his cheek, Canada let him fix the suspenders before they headed back to the meeting.
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No one, aside perhaps a grumpy looking America who was being placated by England, seemed to notice Canada returning to the meeting wearing Cuba’s suspenders.
The northern nation rubbed his fingers over them, giving them a little snap before smiling over at Cuba as they returned to their seats on opposite sides of the room.
As he sat down, he felt his cell phone vibrate and he pulled it out to see a text message.
{You wanna come to my place later? Ain’t gotta worry about interruptions there.}
With a little dopey smile to himself, Canada touched his new choker before running his fingers over the suspenders that smelt of cigars and felt like a warm hug from their owner.
As he shooed Kumajiro out of his chair, he texted back.
{I’d love to, eh.}
Title: A Little Piece of You (3/?): Kindness
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Genre: Romance/FLUFF
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Cuba/Canada
Word Count: 1,521
Summary: But most striking of all, was Cuba’s suspenders. Somehow- how he really wasn’t sure- Canada hadn’t noticed them until now. The way they stretched across Cuba’s broad chest and over his wide shoulders and…
Finding someone at one of these larger world meetings was never easy. Sure, some nations managed to stand out- either in looks or by how loudly their voices carried over the din of the crowd; but in Cuba’s case, the one nation he was looking for had a bad habit of being downright impossible to find even when he was standing right in front of you. But today Cuba was determined to locate the oft-invisible northern nation and give him a present he’d been nervously carrying around with him now for months.
Fingers absently stroking over the package in his pocket, Cuba cast one last glance around the meeting hall and took his seat. Sometimes Canada came in late, so perhaps that’s where he was? Desperately wishing for a cigar, but knowing that several nations would loudly protest if he tried to light one up during the meeting, Cuba sighed. If he didn’t manage to give this to Canada today, it might be months again before he gathered the courage to do so.
With a surreptitious glance at Germany, who was handling the proceedings as usual, Cuba pulled out his cell phone and texted Canada.
{Hey where are you?}
Within seconds, the phone gave a tiny jolt in his hand as a return text was received.
{Um. I’m here in the meeting. Next to Cameroon?}
Cuba let his eyes skim around the room, finding Canada along with his polar bear, sure enough, next to the African nation. He felt himself flush in embarrassment; Canada had probably been there all along.
{Oh. Sorry. Didn’t see you.}
Canada huffed out a small sigh and replied.
{That’s okay, eh! It happens all the time…}
Letting his eyes dart back up to where Germany was going on about something on page fifty two of their paperwork, Cuba decided that at this moment there were some things more important than the matters of this meeting. Steeling his nerve, he punched in a quick text message and excused himself from the room.
{Can you meet me in the bathroom down the hall in a minute?}
Canada read over the message a few times, his neck heating up as he tried to figure out why Cuba wanted to meet him there of all places. One rather dirty thought flickered through his mind and he shook his head to displace it. This was Cuba he was thinking about, not France. It was certainly nothing like…that.
Standing up and asking to be excused so quietly no one noted, Canada sighed and let Kumajiro take his seat. No one would probably even notice he left the meeting room, which he supposed (his face heating up at the thought of this secret meet up with Cuba) would be for the best.
But as Canada made his way out the door, he didn’t see the glint of glasses as a set of blue eyes did indeed notice him leave.
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As Canada swung open the bathroom door, he was greeted with quite the sight. Across the room, leaning against the paper towel dispenser and smoking a cigar, was Cuba. Heat rose to his face as Canada’s eyes traced up the other nation’s black slacks, to his rumpled white dress shirt and red tie. A little smile quirked at Canada’s lips as he noted the tie clip styled to look just like Cuba’s flag.
But most striking of all, was Cuba’s suspenders. Somehow- how he really wasn’t sure- Canada hadn’t noticed them until now. The way they stretched across Cuba’s broad chest and over his wide shoulders and…
“Heya, Canada,” Cuba murmured, noticing him enter.
Canada wanted to say something smooth in reply, perhaps even compliment the way those simple black suspenders seemed to make his mind race into overdrive. But instead of anything eloquent, he blurted out the first thing that came into his mind.
“I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke in here, eh.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Cuba frowned and snuffed out his cigar in the sink. “Forgot ‘bout that.”
He stuffed his hands into his pockets and shot Canada a nervous glance. “So I uh…wanted to give ya somethin’.”
Canada’s mind once again flickered to a rather...explicit images, now with added suspenders. He flushed bright red and struggled to find his voice.
“Give me something, eh?”
“Yeah, but ya gotta um…come closer.”
With a gulp, Canada crossed the room until he was standing right in front of Cuba. The fact that the island nation was also blushing both comforted him and made him even more curious about what this gift could be.
Stuffing a hand back in his pocket, Cuba pulled out a small package and thrust it into Canada’s hands. “Here. It’s for you.”
Violet-blue eyes blinked behind spectacles as Canada took it gently and tore open the plain-brown wrapping. A seashell choker fell out into his hands- white shells interspersed with painted shells adorned with small red maple leaves. He gasped.
“Cuba it’s…it’s…”
“I made it especially for ya. I hope ya like it.”
Whatever compliment Canada was about to bestow died on his lips at the revelation that this was handmade, by Cuba, just for him.
Unable to express his gratitude in words, Canada surged forward, his arms clutching Cuba tightly as he pressed a grateful kiss to his lips.
They both pulled back blushing fiercely, their eyes dropping to the floor.
“Uh…let me put it on you,” Cuba offered quietly.
Canada’s eyes darted up and met his. “Thanks.”
The choker was passed back to Cuba, who fumbled with the clasp. Then he leaned forward flush against Canada to fasten it on.
“There.”
Their eyes met and without words, they moved forward simultaneously. Canada slid his arms under the suspenders and smoothed them around Cuba’s sides as their lips found one another’s. Stumbling back against the wall and quite content to continue in their own little world, they didn’t here the footsteps approaching.
“Hey bro, you okay? I think Kumajiro is starting to chew on your papers out of boredom and…ARGH!”
America came to a screeching halt as Canada and Cuba pulled apart, or at least tried to. Somehow, Canada had gotten himself entangled in Cuba’s suspenders and despite his efforts to get free; he only seemed to make himself more tangled.
“YOU!”
“America, you bastard! Can’t you knock?”
As the two glared daggers at each other, Canada continued to try and free himself. He twisted and turned as the insults started flying.
“Um…Cuba? America?” Canada murmured, but neither of them seemed to hear him.
“It’s a public bathroom, you know! And it looks like my hero senses were right and my brother was in trouble.”
“He was doing perfectly fine until you interrupted, bastard!”
“Making out with communists is not ‘doing fine’!”
Cuba bristled at that, and Canada was certain that punches would be thrown soon if he didn’t do something fast. With one last tug, he snapped himself free from the suspenders and stumbled out between the two other nations.
Except the snap he’d heard wasn’t the suspenders, but instead it was the button to his slacks, which now pooled at his feet.
With an embarrassed flourish, Canada quickly tugged his pants back up over his maple leaf boxers and he gave America a pleading look.
“America, please?”
With a sigh, America walked forward and gave his brother a one-armed hug. “Fine, if you insist bro. But just…take care of yourself, okay?”
He nodded, smiling at his brother. “I will, don’t worry about me.”
America walked back over to the door and turned around at the last moment to give Cuba a withering look. “And don’t you dare let him walk back in the meeting with his pants like that. If you really like him, you’ll find a way to fix it.”
As the door swung closed behind America, Cuba started to unhook his suspenders. “Here, you can borrow these.”
“But Cuba…”
“I do really like you, don’t I?”
Canada glanced down at the offered suspenders then back up to Cuba, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the best, Cuba.”
He coughed and blushed, moving forward to help Canada fasten the suspenders on his slacks. “It’s the least I can do.”
Pecking a kiss on his cheek, Canada let him fix the suspenders before they headed back to the meeting.
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No one, aside perhaps a grumpy looking America who was being placated by England, seemed to notice Canada returning to the meeting wearing Cuba’s suspenders.
The northern nation rubbed his fingers over them, giving them a little snap before smiling over at Cuba as they returned to their seats on opposite sides of the room.
As he sat down, he felt his cell phone vibrate and he pulled it out to see a text message.
{You wanna come to my place later? Ain’t gotta worry about interruptions there.}
With a little dopey smile to himself, Canada touched his new choker before running his fingers over the suspenders that smelt of cigars and felt like a warm hug from their owner.
As he shooed Kumajiro out of his chair, he texted back.
{I’d love to, eh.}
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Date: 2010-06-04 02:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-04 02:40 pm (UTC)I loved it!!
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Date: 2010-07-03 06:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 05:38 pm (UTC)Oh gosh this was so cute! I love how you write Cuba! And America's reaction was great XD
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Date: 2010-07-03 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-07-03 06:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-05 08:55 pm (UTC)THE scene the bathroom was so cute. When Cuba gave Canada the gift and Canada's reaction to such a nice gift, was so awesome and cute. And I am totally unsurprised Canada got stuck in his suspenders XD. I really loved America's reaction to coming in on them too. I APPROVED SO MUCH OF HIS KISSING COMMUNISTS LINE. XD Also I thought there was just the right amount of brotherly concern on America's part. America, while worried, is a sweetheart and wants Canada to be happy of course. I thought the way you handled that scene was perfect. (And America being placated by England ♥)
Thank you so much for writing this. It's IC and cute and fluffy. I just adore it so much. ♥
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Date: 2010-06-10 12:53 pm (UTC)By the way- awesome fanfic! I like your writing style!
Canada is a pervert! :D (France,that's all YOUR fault!)
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Date: 2010-07-07 07:56 pm (UTC)Mannnn, I would love to get a choker like that. ; A ; I'm jealous.
The suspenders too. Haaa.
I'm not sure what else to say but great! I really needed some CubaCan fluff. <333
Sorry this is so late
Date: 2010-07-11 02:54 am (UTC)and making out with communists? only if its Cuba ♥