Here you go, Andrew.
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Hetalia. If I did, I wouldn't be writing a fanfiction. Fanfiction. Saavy? Gut.
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A feeling of serenity cast over him. He's felt at peace before, sure, but nothing quite like this.
The figure next to him curled a little tighter into his side. Ah, that was it. He ran his fingers through the black hair of the smaller man beside him before dipped his head and kissed his lovers temple.
"This is how it always should be," he thought as he looked back out into the dulling globe that was the setting sun. He could barely remember a time before Kiku, and was rather thankful that he couldn't. His life was dull then, without meaning. Without this love, he hadn't ever truly lived. And now that he knew it so well- no. Now that it was the only thing he knew, this love, this happiness... he knew that it was something he couldn't live without.
Brilliant brown eyes turned up to him, dulling his own blue a thousand times by comparrison.
Soft lips met his coarse, chewed ones. He felt self-concious for a moment, before loosing himself in Kiku's gentle touch. Slender arms slipped around his neck, and he matched it by wrapping his arms around the waist before him. The kiss ended too soon, but that was alright. Because Alfred knew that this peace, this happiness, washere to stay. He loved his new life, the gentle carrass of sea-spray, the creak of the ship beneath his feet. The sky and ocean surrounding him. He was limitless.
And free.
Alfred had brought Kiku back to thier quarters. It was getting chilly. The captains' area was to big for one person, Alfred had always thought so. He much preferred sharing it
And then there was this. The soft body pressing against his own skin, the want, the need. The crewmates called it fucking, but Alfred knew they were wrong. What they did was more gentle than that, passionate and beautiful. It didn't match the harsh word. It was love, and that was it.
Kiku was so warm, so beautiful as he drifted off. Even though he insisted they redress before they sleep, and the damn barrier of clothes separated them once more, Alfred could still feel him. Kiku's soul, his heart, all open for him. He watched the man doze off, before allowing sleep to take him as well.