Morning Rain.
By Raven Dunbar 2011
Sometimes there are mornings when you really just don't want to get up and out of bed. This was one of those mornings.
It was raining that morning. The raindrops could be heard beating against the roof top and amongst the early spring leaves of the Maple Tree outside of the window.
Although he was awake, Arthur laid back in the bed, eyes closed and head propped up on a fluffy pillow encased in a pale blue sham.
He listened quietly to the falling rain, and only opened his eyes when he felt something, or rather someone, shift in the bed beside him. Turning his head slightly, the British Nation's deep green eyes met with a pair of rather sleepy royal blue ones.
"'Morning," came the soft voice from the younger nation, as he reached a hand up to rub the sleep from his eyes.
Arthur could not help but smile, as he reached a hand out to stroke the other's wavy, blonde hair.
"G'morning Matty… sleep well?"
Matthew shifted to sit up, nodding his head in response.
"Uh, yes … thank you. You too?"
The Englishman simply nodded his head and took a moment to glance out the window to watch the rain.
"Well, I'll go get breakfast started then," said Matthew as he went to move off the bed. However, he suddenly felt a small tug on his arm and glanced back over his shoulder at Arthur.
"No need for that yet, Love." Although he didn't out right ask, the Canadian could tell by the look on the older Nation's face that he did want him to leave just yet.
Heaving a quiet sigh, but accompanied by a small smile, the younger Nation moved back onto the bed and under the sheets, snuggling up against the Englishman's side. It didn't take much convincing to get him to co-operate.
Wrapping a single arm around his mate, Arthur managed another smile and glanced out the window for a moment more.
"It's raining," he said.
"I know," came the reply, "shall we stay in today?"
Arthur then turned back to Matthew and nodded, still wearing his smile.
"Aye, I think we should"
The Canadian gave a small chuckle and then fell silent, allowing the two of them to enjoy the peaceful, soothing sound of the rain.
As Arthur glanced down at the man he loved, he could help but think, in a somewhat melancholy way, that he'd only wished he'd really noticed the Younger Nation much sooner than he did, but then perhaps he would not have fallen as madly in love with him.