A/N: What's with me and writing drabbles lately? Anyways, this wasn't what I originally wanted to write for this story; I wanted to write a one-shot of Arthur teaching colony!Alfred about the colors, but this came out instead since I had to include the colors saffron, mustard and peridot (I picked the green shade of it) in this drabble for an English assignment. (This drabble was five blocky paragraphs, since the teacher wanted it that way *rolls eyes*, but I fixed it to look better.)
Disclaimer: I, sadly, don't own Hetalia. *sniffle*
Arthur inhaled the fresh, forest smell of the New World, its scent mixing with the smell of recently brewed tea. The Briton sighed quietly, slouching slightly in his chair. Nice relaxing days like this were hard to come by, with him being busy visiting his country's colonies, and the blond decided to enjoy it while it lasted, despite the slightly old, mustard colored documents beside him. Work could wait until he finished his daily cup of tea, he reasoned.
Glancing over the rim of the cup, he watched as the sun crept up above the trees. The sky was a mix of colors; deep, rich saffron near the bottom, dark orange-red in the middle, and a fiery red at the top.
Red sky in morning, a sailor's warning.
The former pirate dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. He was not at sea, nor was he a pirate (privateer, he thought, as being a pirate was outlawed years ago) anymore. He was here in one of the English colonies, America, as a gentleman.
A rake of guilt swept through his body. He knew, deep down, that he would always be one, even though he has changed his ways drastically.
A laugh of a child disrupted his thoughts. A youth, about the age of four, was jumping over small puddles of water after a snow white rabbit, that looked oddly familiar to Arthur. The child's blond (but slightly darker than Arthur's) hair bobbed as he ran, his bright blue eyes gleaming with joy.
Arthur suppressed the urge to call out to Alfred, and tell him to stop running after a wild animal, even one not as dangerous such as the rabbit. Why disturb the pleasant morning with yelling that he knew would happen if he said anything? Alfred was having fun (although he didn't have to soil the clothes by splashing muddy water on them, Arthur thought) and the Briton was experiencing a rare, but nice, relaxing sunrise.
Arthur rose his cup to his mouth, his peridot green eyes shimmering at the sight of Alfred catching the rabbit. He would let Alfred have his fun. Mornings like these reminded him why he did not stay with the life of a pirate, for if he did, he would not have met Alfred.