yay more of my hetalia stuff~ this was done for school [yes..i write yaoi for school xD] soo is mild enough that my teacher didnt completely freak out, but enough that the fangirls look too much into it and see the yaoi we all know is there! -waves rainbow flag-
i no own hetalia...the things iggy would be put through if i did 8D
The knock at the door
The door slammed. Bloody yank. Tired, venomous green eyes glared at the clock-the poor thing managing to keep ticking even after being thrown across the room at some point during the night- before slipping shut with a groan.
"Oi! Arthur! Common, open up buddy!"
Why had he dragged himself from his perfectly comfortable perch curled up on the table? The blasted American hadn't given up his insistent knocking; the loud thuds abusing Arthur's already painfully hung-over mind.
"I'll never drink again," he mustered while pinching the bridge of his nose. Of course, he'd made a similar declaration just days before.
Seeing as ignoring his friend was not deterring anything, already too late to pretend he wasn't in- shouldn't have answered the damn door, Arthur resigned himself to the fact it was going to be 'one of those days'.
"Wow Artie, what dragged you through a bush and left you for dead?"
"Don't call me that!"
He was promptly ignored as the taller male waltzed in as if he owned the place, easily making himself at home on the couch. Alfred always had a way of being so comfortable, no matter the situation, that he seemed to own whatever room he was in. He commanded attention while remaining cheerful; an ever innocent and inquiring look in his eyes. So despite the murderous glare he was receiving from a hung-over Arthur, he continued to grin. Perhaps naïve is a better way to describe him?
Arthur snorted at the thought and dropped onto the other side of the couch. Blue, puppy dog eyes watched him scowl at the wall. Really, it was too early to deal with anyone.
"I'll make you some tea, I know you Brits can't function without it." The loud, heavily accented voice drilled though Arthur's skull. Once the weight on the other end of the couch was removed Arthur allowed himself to fall across the newly acquired space; fetal position quickly adopted.
"How much did you drink last night Artie? It's like a tornado's hit or something-were you trying more of your herocious cooking while drunk again?" He'd been looking for some sugar for the unicorn actually. But the whistle of the kettle stopped the angry retort. Because despite the clatter a certain lumbering fool was creating, tea was on its way. He'd be human again soon!
Alfred returned swiftly, pausing only to lift the smaller, spluttering Englishman and arrange him to perch in Alfred's lap, before placing a mug in Arthur's hands.
"So Artie," pointed glare, "I was wondering if I could spend the day here? Your English weather's depressing so I refuse to go outside."
"You still managed to get here, idiot."
"Pleeeease Artie!"
Stupid American. Stupid American with his loud voice; annoying accent; childish pout; and kicked puppy face
"I should have ignored the damn knock at the door."
Alfred grinned and pulled the hostile Brit closer, laughing as Arthur threatened to kick him out in the rain for almost spilling the tea. Both knew the threat to be empty- though Arthur would vehemently argue this was not the case.
They sat in a rare silence, comfortable to just be. As the tea was consumed Arthur's hangover gradually receded and Alfred continued to grin at his companion.
Stupid American, making him smile.
all my English teacher did was circle the unicorn part and ask "..what the hell?" xD
reviewing makes it more likely that il actually write more x3