Hey, guys! It's been a while since I've actually written anything. This is my first Hetalia fic and my first attempt at a romantic story. I hope it doesn't suck too much...
Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers Hetalia; it belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya. This is completely fanmade.
Ah…peace at last…
Exhausted after a busy day, England flopped down on his bed for a good night's sleep. He buried himself into his soft bed sheets and laid his head on the marshmallow-like pillows. Considering how tired he was after a day of playing with America, he could have gone out like a light. He was about to do that, but he heard a soft creak from his door, indicating that someone got into his room. The sound of little footsteps got louder as the approaching person got closer.
"Engwand?"
"Whaaat…?" the Briton groaned. When he peered from under his bed sheets, he saw a little boy.
"America?" He sat up. "What's wrong?"
"Monsters scawy…" America whimpered. His clear blue eyes were filled with fear and pleading.
Arthur gave him a warm smile. He shifted his position so that he could leave the boy a space. He motioned for him to get on the bed.
America nodded and climbed onto the mattress. He crawled over to England so that he was nuzzled against the Briton's chest. In return, he held the young boy close.
"Stowy, pwease?"
England groaned. "It's late. Little boys like you need sleep to grow strong."
"Pweeeeease?"
He gave up. Who could disappoint such a cute boy?
"Sigh...Which one?"
"The one with the pwince and the sweeping (sleeping) wady."
"Sure," He replied as he searched for the book in the huge bookcase right next to his bed.
England found the book and pulled it out of his library. He sat up and turned to the last page they were on. America sat up as well and leaned against him. Arthur cleared his throat and began reading.
America closed his eyes, enjoying the sound of England's voice. In fact, the reason to why he loved story time so much was because he loved hearing England read to him. His voice was always clear and audible. His pronunciation was perfect and he told stories with much enthusiasm. To Alfred, Arthur had the best voice in the whole world.
America had always thought of England as his older brother…his guardian…his father…his prince.
England kept reading on. "Once the prince had laid eyes on the sleeping princess in front of him, he immediately fell in love. Slowly, he leaned forward and-" He stopped when he noticed that America had fallen asleep.
"…kissed the princess to awaken her from her deep slumber."
He gently slipped back under the covers. He inched toward Alfred and planted a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you, America. Sweet dreams."
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"England..."
America felt his eyelids burn as the morning sun shone on his face. He groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He glanced to the other side of the bed and saw that he had slept alone.
Wait...did I just...
America blushed when he realized what he had just dreamt of.
"I-I'm pretty sure that it's just because I miss being a little kid..."
Cut the crap, he thought to himself. Then he heard his stomach growl.
"Ugh, I feel like that I haven't eaten for months on end. Why didn't I eat more last night?"
Maybe 'cause you were too busy thinking about England.
America mentally slapped himself. He got up, put on his glasses, and walked to the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and got out a carton of milk. Then he found a bowl and started pouring the milk in.
What is it that I like so much about him?
He thought about England's many faces. His smiling face, his pissed-off face, his sad face, and his many other ones.
In Alfred's mind, they were all just adorable. So...charming.
He felt something wet. He snapped back to reality and realized that the milk had overflowed from the bowl. It was now all over the counter and the floor.
Screw breakfast.
It was at that moment he heard his cell phone go off. Without bothering to clean up the mess, he ran back to his bedroom to pick it up.
"Yo, wassup?" He greeted cheerfully.
"Wouldn't a good old 'hello' be enough?"
America froze when he recognized who was on the other end.
"H-Hey England. What's up?"
"Nothing much. I'm just wondering...are you free today?"
"Yeah. Why do you ask?"
"Well...I've been sort of lonely..."
Alfred couldn't help but snicker.
"Daww~ Does England miss playing with me~?"
"S-Shut the hell up! I'm just bored!" You can practically hear the tsundere in his tone.
So cute~
"Why don't you go play with your little unicorns?" America asked teasingly.
"Oh, I can't do that. They're taking a vacation at Candy Mountain." (AN: It's EXACTLY what you think.)
"I-Is that so...?" I just had to ask...
"So, do you think you can come over today?"
America paused.
Wait, why would England, out of all people, invite me over? Still, now's my chance. I have to tell him sooner or later...
"Sure."
"Good. Oh- and one more thing."
"What?"
"You better not complain about lunch, you ungrateful sod."
"Yeah, fine." America flatly stated. He was going to complain, anyway. If it wasn't about the food, then it was always something else that he whined about.
Arthur growled at him right before hanging up.
Alfred closed his cell phone. He chuckled to himself.
Heh, looks like that I'll have a new princess by tomorrow...
--timeskip--
America finally found England's house. He walked up to the front steps and pressed the doorbell.
"Who is it?" Surprisingly, it wasn't England who answered.
"Japan?"
"Oh, America-san! We've been expecting you." Japan let him in.
America stepped inside the living room. England's house was very well-furnished and the walls were spotless. But what amazed him was that not one aspect of his place changed one bit ever since he was under England's rule.
"England-san's place is very nice, isn't it?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah." Alfred was so busy examining Arthur's living room that he forgot about Kiku.
"So...what are you doing here?"
"Oh, England-san was nice enough to let me stay over after Korea wrecked my house. He said something about not being included...Anyway, the house repair company said that they'll be done fixing my house soon. I should be returning back later on today."
"That's good..." America replied despondently.
"Is something wrong? You don't look too happy."
"It's nothing, really." He glanced away from Japan.
If Japan's here, then England...
Japan remained unconvinced. "When somebody says it's nothing, there's always something going on."
America didn't reply. The silence between them was soon disrupted by a whinny from the backyard.
"No way! The horses are still here!" Alfred exclaimed.
Japan sighed. "Are horses really something to get excited over- UWAH!" He was interrupted when America pulled him by his wrist and dragged him to England's yard.
"Come on! If we're lucky, then England can let us ride on one of them!"
They got to the yard, which looked more like a field. There was land as far as the eye could see. Horses of all kinds populated the area, gnawing on the grass beneath them.
"Faster!"
America and Japan looked to where the voice came from. They saw England riding on a white mare. The horse was dashing toward them.
America stared at England in awe. Right now, England looked more majestic than any storybook prince he has read about. The white horse also added to the "fairy tale" effect.
The mare was still running toward the two of them. Japan hid behind America in fear of getting run over. However, America remained still. He had the strangest feeling that England wouldn't let them get trampled.
Right when they were just a foot away from collision, England yelled "Halt!", making the horse skid to a stop.
Arthur dismounted the white mare. He stroked her head. "Good girl."
"Englaaaaaaand~!" Alfred greeted the older nation with a flying tackle hug, sending him to the ground. America was now on top of him, crushing England's body.
"Get...off me...you idiot..." Arthur growled at the heavier nation. He sent Kiku a pleading look, but the Japanese man just took advantage, snapping pictures with his newest state-of-the-art camera.
Then the Briton figured out a way to get him off. He positioned his head so that he was facing the side of the American's head. Then he blew a puff of hot air into his ear.
"UWAH!" America flushed at the contact and sprung off of England. "W-What the hell was that for?!"
England burst into laughter. "Hahaha- Oh my god, you should look in a mirror! Your expression is priceless!" Japan didn't make the situation any more pleasant and just took more pictures.
America would have been as mad as hell if it weren't for the fact that England was actually laughing. He loved seeing the Briton all jolly and happy. So he laughed along with him.
"Um, England-san?"
The two of them stopped laughing. They looked over to Japan.
"C-Can I ride one of the horses with you? They don't look too friendly." When Japan approached a black horse, it growled and tried to push him away.
Arthur chuckled. "That one's a mustang. He's a bit irritable." He walked over to the black horse and stroked its head. In return, the mustang whinnied and gave England a wet, slobbery kiss.
England mounted the horse and then helped Japan up. With a whip of the reins, they were off.
Alfred watched as they rode across the fields. He saw Japan cling to England for his dear life. His heart started to ache.
Maybe my prince is looking for another princess, after all...
I know, there's not much romance in this part. Don't worry, the second part should be more romantic. It will be up soon. In the meantime, please review!