disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
notes: i need to write nyo!ameviet for once in my life.
the number one fact of life is that amelia f jones likes storms, very much.
the number two fact of life is that quan likes amelia f jones, also very much.
and he's finding those two statements to be something mutually conclusive — basically, they're not different.
amelia f jones likes storms and quan likes her, and that may be why he finds himself dangling his legs from the astronomy tower of hogwarts , and soaking wet. facts of life, facts of his life, quan feels, emphatically, have failed him.
"is this really necessary?" quan asks, having to shout to be heard, even though amelia is right next to him. and she's soaked as well, blonde hair darkens into shade of brown, and water travels down her neck and disappears under the collar of her shirt.
"of course!" she insists and shifts her hair behind one ear: "i want to try the new spell!"
bravery is gryffindor's trait, quan supposes, but he can't help thinking she's a little too brave and quan — well, he is a ravenclaw and ravenclaw is supposed to be the reasonable one, and thus the most reasonable and logical thought he can think of now is that oh god i'm in love with a mad woman.Despite himself, quan still watches her as she stands upright with ease, her robe defies wind and rain, amelia raises her wands, shrieks out something he can't hear due to thunder crashing down around them. and then she's gathering storms and clouds and water and lightning — siphone into her wand like water from a glass bottle.
the sun greets them and she's smiling and she's radiant.
"i guess that's not so bad." he says
"why don't you just admit i'm totally amazing?" amelia pouts before pulling him up. she uses too much strength, quan sighs inwardly as he almost trips to his feet.
"right, you're the best."
it's nice, he supposes, to see her flushed and blurt out something incomprehensive.
perhaps the facts of life haven't failed him as much as he thought.