Never Sing Again.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia- it is owned by Hidekaz Himaruya, not myself. This is merely a work of fanfiction, and as such I claim none of the characters.
Warnings: Shonen-ai, AU, Reincarnation!Modern!Fic
Flames shall be extinguished with great force because it is bush-fire season and I hate bush-fires. Many Australians do.
This is a short little ficlet based of prompt 616 on the LJ community 'Staring out the Window' ( http : / community . livejournal . com / staringout / )
Prompt: It was the worst song he'd ever heard.
The blond man blinked, not quite sure what to think of the sight that had greeted him as he'd walked through the door.
His roommate-slash-friend-slash-idiotic puppy had cleared all the furniture in their living room to the sides, ('He better not have broken my good vase' he thought as he noticed said vase missing) leaving a clear space in the centre of the room. In said space, the other young man had set up a makeshift stage of some kind. The blond didn't dare consider how he'd gotten the thing up to the room and set up.
"Alfher!" greeted the other man, one of his silly grins on his face as he strummed the strings on the guitar that had been slung over his shoulder.
"What is going on here, Luthando?" the blond asked, his English accented with the bite of a voice more accustomed to the clipped syllables of German.
"I'm going to sing for you, of course!" the other told him as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, strumming the guitar again with a flourish.
"You're going to sing for me." A slender brow raised as Alfher pulled the door to their apartment closed behind him. No need to subject the neighbours to any more than they'd already hear through the walls. "Dare I ask why?" he asked, putting down the laptop bag that had been slung over his shoulder.
"You'll seeee~" trilled Luthando happily. "Now sit! Sit and enjoy the show!"
The song that followed was, to put it nicely, the same approximate volume as a jet taking flight, with all the lyrical skill that entailed. The lyrics were the same thing, said over and over, and overall it sounded more like something engineered for torture than entertainment.
But the thing that stuck foremost in the German man's mind was the theme of the song.
"You love me."
The other man nodded tentatively, as though unsure of his reception, in a gesture that seemed wrong on the usually bright and self-assured womanizer he knew his friend to be.
"Am I to take it you mean in a more-than-friendly fashion?" he asked, tone disbelieving.
"What other fashion is there?" Luthando asked, nose crinkling a little in a frown.
Rolling his blue eyes, Alfher stood and strode over to him. "You could have just told me like a normal person." he informed the other man sternly before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his lips.
"But that wouldn't have been any fun! And you wouldn't have gotten to hear the greatest singing voice in the world!"
"Do me a favour."
"What?"
"Never sing for me again."
As I said, just a short little drabble, hopefully to get me back into the hang of writing. I hope you enjoyed, even though it's only short.
-Ireina