Just posting this up to celebrate the end of our end-term exams, and the start of our christmas break. Yay. :)

Forgive me for my absence but I've lost my touch at writing anything decent and this is just my very sad attempt at trying to make something fluffy with a teeny bit of my signature dash of drama. It's just a drabble though. Oh, and it's also my first time to write for this fandom (despite how long and how much I've loved this show and shipped this pairing), so I hope you guys don't start shooting me with your guns and flaming me for how crappy I portrayed the characters.

Nonetheless, despite its shortness, I quite liked how it turned out and I hope you all enjoy it.

(Fellow hetalia fans, I'm gonna start working on a fic for you guys soon...when I'm inspired enough. Hehe.)

Disclaimer: Nope, I don't own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi. All rights go to the goddess of adorable slash shippings, Nakamura Shungiku-sama. :)

The train doors close on the Tokyo Shinkansen, as the subway train begins its trip to send the young editor back to his apartment home. He plops down to take a seat, oblivious to the figure of the raven-haired man at his side, as exhaustion dulls his senses.

His mind drifts back to the boy from the library many years ago, with jet-black hair and eyes the color of murky ink - a memory threatening to resurface, and along with it, the love they once had. He wonders if that had been real. Had he really, truly fallen in love with the boy at that time? Or had it just been that he had fallen for the concept of love itself?

It's confusing, really. And he thinks it's best to just push the thought away. Nothing but an interference in his work.

He does not love him.

Anymore.

Ah, so he did love him.

But life continues on, and the years pass him by quickly. The world spins endlessly, mercilessly, sparing him nothing more than the fleeting duration of four - or was it five? - and a half months too late for him to voice out his feelings.

So he holds onto them. Cradling the pain of his unrequited, one-sided, little crush of a love in his bruised, beating heart.

And suddenly, without him realizing it, it ends. With the feelings he's held onto for so so long, carried away by the breeze of the midsummer wind; and his words - the words he's been meaning to tell him after all this time - lost in the distant oblivion of time and forgotten memories.

He doesn't love him anymore. He will not love him anymore.

But as his emerald green eyes meet with brilliant bronze, and his pale white hands are embraced by a pair of calloused tan, he feels his tired frame fall into strong arms, and the comforting warmth of another body pressed against his, carefully wrapped around him as though shielding him from the world and all its wrongs. A breath escapes his parted lips, coupled with the name that rolls off his tongue in an almost-perfect manner.

"Takano-san."

He thinks back at the decision he made moments earlier.

Maybe, just maybe, a love like this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Beautiful people of , please leave a review when you're done. They are much loved and appreciated.

Thank you! :)

PS: I'll try to see if I can add more chapters, because the shortness of this one is just killing my conscience right now. Hahaha. :))