Hi guys! I decided to write this after looking at a cute pic of England and Japan on a school bus :3 This is the link: http: .com/albums/h384/TheMostBeautifulDeath/. jpg just remove the gaps! Enjoy the extremely short fluff!
He loved school, especially English, but it was on the way home from school that he loved the most.
As soon as he stepped on the bus he would be greeted by a quiet call from the back. Once he was close enough he would be able to see a spare seat for him and a boy sitting next to the empty space with a smile as he drew near. He would sit next to him and they would talk about their day, what they were doing at the weekend and he would always laugh when the boy blushed at something he said. Eventually they would fall into a comfortable silence and he would lean back in his seat, closing his eyes and shoving one hand into his pocket. Then he would count the seconds until a small, delicate hand gingerly rested on top of his before he would entangle their fingers together and would move closer to the boy he was holding hands with. Said boy would then tilt his head to the side so that their heads touched lightly and would blush and smile in contentment. He would laugh at the boy's blush and would smile to himself until the bus stopped and he had to get off. Then, just as he would stand up, a small hand would touch his arm and a pair of lips would touch his own. He would be told that he was loved in a language he did not understand and then he would depart from the other and return home.
He stared into deep, black eyes and smiled. When he returned home that night he was surprised to see the boy in his room, waiting for him with a small smile. His black hair matched his almost-white face and gave him a look of innocence. The boy smiled and, once again, said the words that he knew so well yet had no idea exactly what was said.
"Watashi wa, asa o anata o aishite"