My first "fiction" ever! This is in poetry form though, so it's really short... Inspired by this poem we were reading in my Language Arts class, it was like a story in poem form! Please don't judge too harshly on me, I'm not a good writer! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia~!
The sun is setting as the moon shall arise.
His cerulean eyes has locked with mine.
A smile on his lip, a hand around my waist.
I sigh blissfully as my heart raced.
"Arthur, I love you." Alfred said so quietly.
"I love you too, Alfred." I replied admiringly.
With his lips so soft, he kisses me lightly.
I kiss back, ever so slightly.
Pulling back he smiled, and muffled a laugh.
"What is so funny?" I just had to ask.
"Nothing, oh nothing!" He said to me.
Eyes glassing up with joyous tears to be.
"Really, you git? Now tell me what it is?"
"Just what I was talking about with Francis, he thought you'd be his."
"I don't see how that is funny..."
"Oh you just don't understand, honey."
I scowled at the nickname. Stupid it was.
But accepted it no less, that's what his love does.
That stupid git, oh how I love him.
And just because of him, my life is no longer grim.