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Drabble
By HamburgerWithTea
I remember when Arthur and I would go on roadtrips. We'd decided to leave at random, work wherever we could find a job, make our money as we traveled. It was bliss. It was something most people could only dream of, but for us it was reality. We'd use the old pickup I once got from my dad as a sweet 16 birthday present, and often times it'd break down at the side of the road. We'd fix it up in whichever way we could, and drive on toward the next garage. It was always exciting.
We didn't mind other people, we didn't mind the time passing by. Back then time wasn't important, it practically didn't excist, we ignored it. That was back in the good old days.
The one thing I remember the best is the night where we stopped at one of the last parts of nature before entering a big city. We'd decided it'd be good to take some rest before we'd continiue on, after all we'd been driving non-stop for over 8 hours now. And thus we put the car at the side of the road, somewhat hidden in the bushes, as we grabbed our blanket, a few cans of cheap beer, and we lay down in the back of the car. The sky was so vivid and starry, by the time we drank the right amount of alcohol to feel light headed, we decided we couldn't wait any longer.
It started with touches, emotions, a lot of random love-talk that made no sense. Everything around us would be forgotten, as the senses of the toching of fingers at random places and the warmth of two pairs of lips meeting together took over. The heat, the emotions, everything was right. As right as it could be.
That's when we heard it.
"Hey you fags! Get the fuck off my lawn!" was yelled from a voice rapidly getting closer. With a quick movement both our heads shot up as we got back into the car as quickly as possible. We drove away as we heard a few warning shots from the man who'd found us passing right by the car.
But we couldn't care less.
And with loud voices, a the roaring motor of the car and the unstoppable laughter we set off for another place to sleep.
These were the good, old days as I remember them, and shall until my very last day.
/Author's Note/
I'm not dead, I'm just busy.
I do not own Hetalia or the characters, those belong to their rightful (awesome) creator, Hidekaz Himaruya!
(09/18/12)