Paper Airplane Through the Window

Alfred Jones

Alfred Jones sits in his apartment. He should be working- he's not.

He sighs heavily and leans back in his office chair. The breath warms the air, if only a little. It was autumn, and cold seeped through the open window. The fresh, crisp air was a bit much for the American. He wasn't too used to the cold, especially when the week before had sun and heat. The wind was strange where he lived. If he opened the window, the wind would fly into his room perfectly. He didn't particularly like this wind; if he left the window open for a few minutes, the room would already start decreasing in temperature.

Alfred groaned and stood up. He was impatient and wanted to move around. He took the top piece of paper on the stack of paperwork. He paced around the small bedroom and stared at the paper. It didn't seem too important- to Alfred, anyway. He kept pacing, folding up the sheet. His pacing did not stop, and Alfred pretended to launch the paper airplane as he mimicked sound effects. He then stopped, and refolded the paper airplane.

This piece of paper had to be a perfect airplane, or its purpose would be robbed. Alfred grinned and lifted it up to his face to take in its beauty- then threw it out the window without looking for a target.

Alfred felt hungry.

Alfred entered his bedroom with a burger from McDonald's in hand. He was about to flop onto his bed when he saw a paper folded into an airplane on his floor next to his (mostly unused) bookshelf. He grabbed the plane with his left hand, his right holding onto the burger. He was slightly freaked out; how had the airplane travel back to his window? The wind was too weird today to send it back into his own window.

He unfolded the paper airplane, and sure enough, it was his. There was also a light green post-it note with neat handwriting on it.

Is this important?

Alfred chuckled. He put both the plane and burger down and grabbed a blank sheet of paper. He scribbled on it quickly.

Not really.

He folded the paper into a plane and looked out his window. Over five meters away was another apartment complex. Had it come over there? It seemed so; the opposite window was open, revealing another bedroom.

This time, Alfred had his eyes on the floor in the opposing apartment complex. He threw the plane when the wind died down for a small amount of time. No one was in the bedroom, and it was dark. Alfred decided to take a shower while waiting. Wait. Waiting? Great, now his head was spinning. He felt that he wasn't intelligent enough to go through the repeating words in his head. But Alfred knew that he really wanted a response from the person living in the other apartment complex.

When he returned, a paper airplane sat in the middle of his bedroom floor. He quickly grabbed it and read the inside.

Oh. Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm sure, Alfred replied.

That looks an awful lot like office paperwork, though. :P

It's fine. I've got a bunch just like it right on my desk. :P

Haha, you're so funny. Are you bored?

Yeah, trying to pass time. You?

Kind of.

Alfred and the other sender kept sending the the planes like this throughout the afternoon descending into night. When one sent a plane, they retreated from their room to wait for a response. They would arrive a few moments later to see the plane on their bedroom floor.

Alfred folded the plane again and walked to his window. He threw the plane and two paper airplanes came into view. Alfred looked to see a shadowed figure in the other building. They both had sent an airplane at the same time. They chuckled a little, until they heard the wind blowing against their planes. The planes flew down into an alley between the two apartment complexes. The two stared at the planes, then straightened their look to each other. They burst out laughing.

It was the kind of laughter that only close friends shared. Yet, they couldn't even tell in the darkness if the person in the other building was someone the knew. The laughter was loud and healthy. It made the cold in Alfred's room turn into comfortable warmth. The warmth in his chest traveled through his throat and echoed out his mouth. It was such a simple thing that happened; yet it made him laugh like a child.

"So," a voice said, "why don't we talk normally this time?"

Alfred answered with a grin, "Sure!"

The wind picked up slightly, making papers on Alfred's desk rustle.

How was it? First Hetalia fanfiction! This will be a series of one-shots of the characters and scenarios involving paper airplanes and windows. By the way, who should I write about next? Thanks for reading! :)