Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or the characters being used.
A tired sigh escaped my lips as I sat down on the bus. Another day will pass, filled with broken thoughts from the past.
Francis.
It has been seven months since he left me. My days with him were truly my good ones. I had loved him more than any other person. Those happy times when we would cook together, his laughter directed at me because of my difficulty in cooking, those smirks he would throw at me playfully always sent my heart fluttering. The smiles we shared during the winter huddled close together, our cheeks and noses pink from the cold. When we held each other close at night, I felt loved and absolutely wonderful.
Each day, he told me that he loved me and would never stop. Well guess what? The bastard left me, contradicting his own self and shattering my peaceful life.
I was broken, I was alone, and I was in pain. I was stupid to have let him into my life. I knew that our love would not last, I saw the break up a mile away and I turned a blind eye towards it. I didn't want to come to terms with my oncoming unhappiness.
Those days were horrible. I had lost my appetite and lost weight; I would curl myself into a ball and silently cry into the night. I have lived life like a drone since then.
But I'm sick and tired of it!
It's been seven bloody months! I am done thinking this way. It is about time I move on! I am Arthur bloody Kirkland and I am single and ready to mingle.
I felt that no one would love me after Francis left but for Christ's sake! I'm human! I can and eventually will fall in love it's too-
"Good morning!"
I blinked to escape my rant and saw a stranger sitting across from me. I honestly haven't seen him before. But my God, this man is beautiful!
HOW HAD I NOT NOTICED HIM BEFORE!?
He has wheat blond hair, an adorable stubborn hair strand sticking out, what was it that Kiku called them again? Ahoges? He also had the slightest tanned skin ever! Wire rimmed glasses the bluest eyes that put the sky to shame! WHAT AN ANGEL! He looks about twenty, university student perhaps?
"Uh, do I have something on my face?" His American accent snapped me out of my reverie to realize that I have been staring at him like an old perverted man! Oh, the embarrassment!
"No, you don't" I say lowering my head and he tilts his head in amusement.
"Well I just assumed because you were staring an awful lot." Being the gentleman I was raised to be I say, "Oh, I'm sorry for making you feel uncomfortable".
"Nah it's cool, I'm Alfred by the way, Alfred F. Jones", that American accent!
"Hullo Alfred, I'm Arthur Kirkland."
"So, where ya headed?"
"It's 'you', not 'ya'. I'm headed to Oxford."
"NO WAY! I'm headed there too! Are you a professor?"
"Yes, in English literature and European History."
"Cool, I'm majoring in Astrophysics" I feel my jaw drop. Astrophysics!? Dear Lord! I intended to respond but I was interrupted by the bus driver informing that we had arrived at Oxford and needed to get off.
"Here's my number" he says whilst handing me a piece of paper.
"Why?"
"Beeeecause I want to get to know you! Well, I gots to run! Oh, by the way, I'm a sucker for green eyes and don't get me started on those eyebrows of yours! Bye Artie!" he winks then runs off.
"MY NAME ISN'T ARTIE! IT'S PROFESSOR KIRKLAND TO YOU!" I can hear his laughter from where I was standing; oh he's going to get it next time.
Next time? I like the sound of that. I have officially stopped looking at my past and started to look towards the future and I think that I'm looking at mine, running off to class.
Okay, so this is my first story and I honestly never thought I would write but hey! I did it! WOOT WOOT!
However, I don't know if I should continue this or just leave it as a one shot. So, help on deciding this, please? ^ ^"