He's My All Touch to Color, a hetalia - axis powers fanfic

Actually started this a looong time ago, but didn't manage to finish it until now. It's for my lovely Bella, who I love dearly. She's such a little cutie :)

I hope that she likes it, and that you enjoy it as well! The POV switches from Alfred to Arthur to Outsider, and goes from Nations to humans. You'll figure it out...and if you can't, just ask me in a message!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia: Axis Powers. These boys are not mine.

1. Touch

Fingers soothed and ignited, fire following in their wake as they explored recently exposed skin. Soft moans and breathy sighs sounded through the air, bodies humming with delight. This was the moment, the day they would never forget.

This was when their lives began.

2. Soothe

He still woke up in a cold sweat from nightmares of 9/11, so many years later. Arthur knew that it would be something that would stick with him for many years to come; there are days where he has a nightmare about past events himself. When those days happen, for either of them, there is always a steady presence and warm comfort being given, whether in person or over the phone.

Turning on his side and wrapping himself around his love, he whispered words of comfort into the shell of his ear, fingers tangling in hair when the first shudder ran through the younger man's body. He hoped he was always there for him, and that Alfred would always turn to him to calm him.

3. Bright

Being with Alfred had changed him in more ways than one. Most told him that it was a good thing, that being with the younger man had lightened him up, made him less serious about himself and everything around him. His brothers always said something different, curse words dropped left and right when they berated him for getting together with the American. Their words were to be expected though, so he never paid them any mind.

There was just something about Alfred that brightened his life. He could love him for that alone.

4. Laughter

His laughter is something I'll never tire of. With others it's loud, obnoxious. It sounds almost fake, but it's not. It's just how he laughs while in company of the other nations he's not close to. With me, though? With me, it comes from the heart. It's bright, deep, and makes me feel pleasantly flushed. It brightens his eyes and the following smile always brings out the dimples I can't resist.

Yes...I'll never tire of his laughter.

5. Different

His relationship with Alfred was different than any he had had before. It was more mature and silly at once, making him equal parts blissfully happy and furious. Their personalities differed so much from one another, the topic of how long they would last and how they had even come to be together in the first place was always a hot subject in conversations.

While that was annoying, true, they never let it get to them. They knew they were going to last and that being with one another made them feel whole for the first time in their existence. So their fellow countries could gossip and speculate all that they wanted—it wasn't going to change how they felt for one another.

6. Delicate

She was smaller than anything they had ever held, and more beautiful than they had anticipated. There were no words to describe how she made them feel, as they held her in their arms. It was a dream come true, and worth every penny that they had to spend. She was their baby girl, their beautiful little girl to raise to adulthood.

Their family was finally complete.

7. Heroic

What he was going to do was foolish; if Arthur had any idea of what he had planned, he knew that he would be furious and doing his damn best to talk him out of it. But Arthur was in lying in a medically induced coma in a hospital…he wasn't saying much of anything, at the moment. It was for him that he was going to do this, so that he could have revenge for what had been done to him.

He was going to be a hero, going in to save the day. At least, that's what he thought.

If Arthur could say something, he knew that he would call him a fool, an idiot of epic proportions. But he couldn't.

And that was why he had to go through with this, no matter his misgivings.

For Arthur.

8. Dawn

Come dawn, they went their separate ways. It was at a timed interval, done stealthily so that they would not be caught. There was a war raging around them, a conflict that they were on opposing sides of. No one knew how it was going to end, or how long it would wage on. It was terrible, slowly progressing into a type of battle that no one recognized.

The time that they came together was no time to be starting a relationship—but, there was just no stopping love.

9. Stuck

This had to be the most humiliating thing that had happened to him yet. As if being in love with the dimwit wasn't bad enough, he was now stuck in a closet with him, cramped together in a tiny space. Fate was a cruel mistress, her humor fickle. The situation he found himself in was both a dream come true and his worst nightmare; being this close to Alfred always made him lose control of himself.

So stuck in his musings of how screwed he was, he answered questions he didn't hear with nothing but a murmur, never noticing how Alfred slowly inched forward until he was flush against him, lips pressed sweetly to his. After the initial surprised reaction he found himself kissing back, hands tangling in clothes and hair as it intensified.

Perhaps being locked in a closet with him wasn't the most humiliating and awful thing, after all.

10. Color

Though Alfred knew he would never be able to explain it, or understand it, all he really wanted to tell Arthur—tell him for months now—was that he made him see everything in color. It wasn't that he didn't see in color without him, he did, he saw colors all the time. But—with Arthur, everything was brighter. It was more vivid, more intense, and he saw this glow around Arthur all the time. The color changed with his moods; dim and dark when he's sad, bright and cheerful when he's happy, dark and crackling with light when he's angry.