[Fanfic] That Summer Night Flight
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yuuagoTitle: That Summer Night Flight
Characters: Australia and Finland
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 1000 words
Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and Australia is awakened by the sound of someone moving around in his house.
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scrii, the coolest Finland-lovin' Aussie I know. Er, not that I know many Australian Suomiaboos, but anyway -- Merry Christmas, mate.
Note: Minor detail but - for anyone who doesn't know, a "boomer" is a male kangaroo. I snagged the idea from a song - thatFinland's Santa's sleigh is pulled by boomers when he is in Australia. ;)
That Summer Night Flight
Australia wasn't sure what woke him up. It might have been the click of the door, the rustle of someone slipping through the house. Or maybe what roused him from the edge of sleep was the sound of footsteps, slow and light, as someone made their way to the living room and stopped there. What followed was the quiet, hushed shuffling of someone moving around and taking some caution not to be heard - but not caution enough.
Shit. Well. Can't just let that be, he thought as he slipped out of bed. Best take care of it.
In his groggy state, it wasn't until he had his hand on the doorknob that he remembered the date.
Wait a second.
He slunk to the window and pulled back the curtain enough to peek out, squinting a bit as the light of streetlamps hit his eyes. Sure enough, there it was, right outside: the sleigh, and the six white boomers hitched up to it.
They stared at him. Australia stared right back. One of them seemed to raise an eyebrow, as if asking, "What're you lookin' at, mate?"
Well. He let the curtain drop and smiled, satisfied. That explained everything.
The stranger in his living room was no stranger, and his presence wasn't that unexpected after all.
Australia leaned against the doorjamb and watched him a moment. There he was dressed all in red, pulling packages from a large bag at his side, piling them carefully beneath the Christmas tree. It seemed he was completely unaware that he wasn't the only one up moving about.
Well. Something had to give. "Evenin', Finland," he said.
Finland froze. His busy hands stilled. Then he simply chuckled and resumed placing the last of the packages under the tree. "Good morning," he said.
A glance at the clock. 12:01. "So it is."
Finland rose, brushed a few stray evergreen needles off his pants. Smiled. "You're supposed to be in bed," he said. "Did I wake you?"
"Nah," he lied. "No worries. I wasn't even thinking of going to sleep yet." He could see him eyeing his mussed hair, his pyjamas, bare feet. Maybe Finland realized it was all a bluff. Probably.
"Come with me, then."
"What?"
"Come with me," Finland repeated, grinning as he hoisted the bag over his shoulder. "Just to do the next town over. Since you're still wide awake, I mean."
It took very little persuasion for Australia to agree to the idea. Though at first he protested as a matter of course - after all, Finland was Santa, didn't he have a lot of places he needed to be? - all Finland had to do was assure him that the deliveries were ahead of schedule, no really he didn't mind one bit, and that a little company for a while wouldn't slow him up at all.
In very little time they were up in the air, the boomers bounding through the clear, dark sky. The sleigh was smaller than it looked, and Australia found it a tight squeeze to sit next to Finland, who took up more space than he had initially expected.
"Looks like you don't usually plan for having passengers," he said as he shifted a bit, attempting to get comfortable in the close space.
"No," Finland admitted. "This is kind of, um, an unusual circumstance!"
One more movement -- there. Comfortable. For the moment, at least. "Yeah?" Australia asked as he watched the lights of the town come into view, so many points of yellow light. "So I'm special, then?" Beneath them, the world - or at least, a small part of it - passed by, growing closer as they began their gradual descent.
"I guess you could say that." Though he wasn't looking at him, Australia was sure Finland was grinning.
In spite of the cool night air whipping past them, he suddenly felt so warm.
When Australia woke the following morning, it was with grogginess and several failed attempts to hold on to sleep.
Loud, irritating chirping outside his window. Damn birds, he thought as he shoved his head under the pillow to try to drown out the sound. In spite of that usual annoyance, he was distracted. He couldn't shake the dream.
He remembered it vividly - the sensation of the earth dropping away as they rose into the sky, the surprisingly chilly night air, the warm feeling that came from being beside a friend. And when they reached the ground, too, he remembered it, sneaking in to the homes of his citizens - even if it wasn't really sneaking, really, not breaking and entering, really - to slide gifts under the trees, surrounded by tinsel and glitter and fake pine scent. Laughter on the return trip, Finland teasing him, saying that with his loud and heavy walk, he really wasn't cut out to be Santa's helper at all - but all that in jest, friendly jabs that Australia returned at every opportunity.
Well. No point in thinking about it much. That dream was just a dream, and it was Christmas morning. There were things to be done, and people to be called.
Coffee, first. That was what he needed.
Australia didn't notice the box on the bedside table until he made to head for the kitchen. Small, patterned with black and white, and tied with a red ribbon. The candies in the box rattled as he set it aside to read the note which sat folded up beneath it.
He raised an eyebrow as he unfolded it, and as he began to read, the other quickly joined it. The dream, it seemed, hadn't been a dream at all.
Australia -
I hope you enjoyed our trip!
Merry Christmas! I promise I won't wake you up next time!
-Finland
PS: I hope you like the salmiakki! It's kind of an acquired taste!
"Right then, mate. You won't go waking me up," Australia said to himself as he folded the note. "'Cause I sure won't be sleeping."
He smiled. That was how it would be.
Characters: Australia and Finland
Rating: E for Everyone
Length: 1000 words
Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and Australia is awakened by the sound of someone moving around in his house.
Written for
scrii, the coolest Finland-lovin' Aussie I know. Er, not that I know many Australian Suomiaboos, but anyway -- Merry Christmas, mate.Note: Minor detail but - for anyone who doesn't know, a "boomer" is a male kangaroo. I snagged the idea from a song - that
That Summer Night Flight
Australia wasn't sure what woke him up. It might have been the click of the door, the rustle of someone slipping through the house. Or maybe what roused him from the edge of sleep was the sound of footsteps, slow and light, as someone made their way to the living room and stopped there. What followed was the quiet, hushed shuffling of someone moving around and taking some caution not to be heard - but not caution enough.
Shit. Well. Can't just let that be, he thought as he slipped out of bed. Best take care of it.
In his groggy state, it wasn't until he had his hand on the doorknob that he remembered the date.
Wait a second.
He slunk to the window and pulled back the curtain enough to peek out, squinting a bit as the light of streetlamps hit his eyes. Sure enough, there it was, right outside: the sleigh, and the six white boomers hitched up to it.
They stared at him. Australia stared right back. One of them seemed to raise an eyebrow, as if asking, "What're you lookin' at, mate?"
Well. He let the curtain drop and smiled, satisfied. That explained everything.
The stranger in his living room was no stranger, and his presence wasn't that unexpected after all.
Australia leaned against the doorjamb and watched him a moment. There he was dressed all in red, pulling packages from a large bag at his side, piling them carefully beneath the Christmas tree. It seemed he was completely unaware that he wasn't the only one up moving about.
Well. Something had to give. "Evenin', Finland," he said.
Finland froze. His busy hands stilled. Then he simply chuckled and resumed placing the last of the packages under the tree. "Good morning," he said.
A glance at the clock. 12:01. "So it is."
Finland rose, brushed a few stray evergreen needles off his pants. Smiled. "You're supposed to be in bed," he said. "Did I wake you?"
"Nah," he lied. "No worries. I wasn't even thinking of going to sleep yet." He could see him eyeing his mussed hair, his pyjamas, bare feet. Maybe Finland realized it was all a bluff. Probably.
"Come with me, then."
"What?"
"Come with me," Finland repeated, grinning as he hoisted the bag over his shoulder. "Just to do the next town over. Since you're still wide awake, I mean."
It took very little persuasion for Australia to agree to the idea. Though at first he protested as a matter of course - after all, Finland was Santa, didn't he have a lot of places he needed to be? - all Finland had to do was assure him that the deliveries were ahead of schedule, no really he didn't mind one bit, and that a little company for a while wouldn't slow him up at all.
In very little time they were up in the air, the boomers bounding through the clear, dark sky. The sleigh was smaller than it looked, and Australia found it a tight squeeze to sit next to Finland, who took up more space than he had initially expected.
"Looks like you don't usually plan for having passengers," he said as he shifted a bit, attempting to get comfortable in the close space.
"No," Finland admitted. "This is kind of, um, an unusual circumstance!"
One more movement -- there. Comfortable. For the moment, at least. "Yeah?" Australia asked as he watched the lights of the town come into view, so many points of yellow light. "So I'm special, then?" Beneath them, the world - or at least, a small part of it - passed by, growing closer as they began their gradual descent.
"I guess you could say that." Though he wasn't looking at him, Australia was sure Finland was grinning.
In spite of the cool night air whipping past them, he suddenly felt so warm.
When Australia woke the following morning, it was with grogginess and several failed attempts to hold on to sleep.
Loud, irritating chirping outside his window. Damn birds, he thought as he shoved his head under the pillow to try to drown out the sound. In spite of that usual annoyance, he was distracted. He couldn't shake the dream.
He remembered it vividly - the sensation of the earth dropping away as they rose into the sky, the surprisingly chilly night air, the warm feeling that came from being beside a friend. And when they reached the ground, too, he remembered it, sneaking in to the homes of his citizens - even if it wasn't really sneaking, really, not breaking and entering, really - to slide gifts under the trees, surrounded by tinsel and glitter and fake pine scent. Laughter on the return trip, Finland teasing him, saying that with his loud and heavy walk, he really wasn't cut out to be Santa's helper at all - but all that in jest, friendly jabs that Australia returned at every opportunity.
Well. No point in thinking about it much. That dream was just a dream, and it was Christmas morning. There were things to be done, and people to be called.
Coffee, first. That was what he needed.
Australia didn't notice the box on the bedside table until he made to head for the kitchen. Small, patterned with black and white, and tied with a red ribbon. The candies in the box rattled as he set it aside to read the note which sat folded up beneath it.
He raised an eyebrow as he unfolded it, and as he began to read, the other quickly joined it. The dream, it seemed, hadn't been a dream at all.
Australia -
I hope you enjoyed our trip!
Merry Christmas! I promise I won't wake you up next time!
-Finland
PS: I hope you like the salmiakki! It's kind of an acquired taste!
"Right then, mate. You won't go waking me up," Australia said to himself as he folded the note. "'Cause I sure won't be sleeping."
He smiled. That was how it would be.
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Date: 2010-12-25 08:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:15 am (UTC)I HAVE MISSED WRITING. So much. It's just hard when things are so busy, ahhh. I can hardly wait until January, when it will be a little bit easier. Maybe I'll even start working on fics during lunch break again.
Oh and. Merry christmas to you, my dear o3o/
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Date: 2010-12-26 01:20 am (UTC)there are no appropriate icons in the world
Date: 2010-12-27 03:03 am (UTC)oh man what do i even say asdfkhg i still love love love the part where australia and the roos stare at each other ahaha oh man and finland taking up more room than expected FINLAND I LOVE YOU AND ALL YOUR HIDDEN CHUB and the salmiakki at the end is perfect and the flight is so magical ok honestly i adore every single word and i want to comment on every part but i dont' think you'd appreciate that and i am kind of gushing here sorry I CAN'T EVEN
and idk anything about australia as a character REGARDLESS i think you nailed him and he’s exactly how i’d imagine him to be – his mannerism, speech, everything oh man i know you were grappling with him a little but IT’S PERFECT
SO PERFECT
tl;dr i’m grinning like an idiot and this is the best christmas present ever yuuazza i love ya mate thank you so much for all the effort you put in this is the best thing;; <333
ps. if i ever find another aussie suomiaboo i will fly across the country to creep on them (which also includes nz because that’s closer than perth anyway) also i'm so sorry i couldn't read it this morning, my sister changed her laptop password because apparently i was hogging it asdgkh
you get another comment because i feel like it
Date: 2010-12-27 03:11 am (UTC)You get a late reply because I feel like it o3o
Date: 2010-12-27 04:24 am (UTC)I know I ranted a lot about how it was giving me trouble BUT on the other hand I'm pretty satisfied with it. It was an interesting (and fun) challenge to write a character different from the usual. And I'm glad that Oz didn't turn out being way too "off" from possibility. (People were telling me "JUST HAVE HIM SAY "MATE" AND "CRIKEY" A LOT AND YOU'LL BE FINE" and I was like .... there's probably more to it than that)
Though I must say it would be much easier if there was some canon 8| ;; come on, Hidekaz, give us a strip with Oz and NZ already
OH AND pfft as if I would ever have any problem dealing with you at any moment <3
(And I figured with regards to 'reading in the morning', you were probably just busy with things. But not being able to get on because you had been hogging the computer = pfffffffff I am more amused by that than I should be)
the word 'late' is not in my vocabulary (..when pertaining to other people)
Date: 2010-12-27 04:51 am (UTC)there's nothing more satisfying than hard work paying off and it being fun at the same time! i wouldn't be surprised if you were the first to write these two and i'm very glad to inspire it, you made it work so well asdfkj (australia talking like "Mate mate mate croikey! Mate.... maaaaaaate. Oi mate croikey" would certainly be something if not amusing but YES HIMARUYA WE'RE HERE TOO HELLO)
one day i will prove my exasperating abilities to you i swear because i am very capable of it
(i did set my alarm early and everything but once i took the effort of sneaking around I COULDN'T EVEN LOG ON asdkgasdkjfj i was so close to telling her "I HAVE VERY IMPORTANT FINLAND/AUSTRALIA TO READ FROM A CANADIAN BRO AND IF YOU DON'T LET ME ON-" but
i figured that might backfire orz but all is very well now..! ;3; )