A.N. Decision: 14 chapters… plus an epilogue. O3O I already have the story planned out… sort of.
Also, if you see what looks like story "mood swings" in the next few chapters, it's because I'm listening to music. XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. One day I will... O3O Technically I will, because I just ordered it yesterday on Amazon.
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Chapter 7
06 Days
I almost dreaded waking up that morning.
Almost.
I woke up, feeling more tired than usual. My mind was numb from yesterday and discovering my lifelong crush was in the room next to me. What a great way to start your morning! (Sarcasm, damnit.) I quickly went to shower, slipped on some clothes, and went downstairs. As soon as I reached the bottom of the stairs, I heard Alfred on the phone.
"Aw, c'mon Ivan!" Alfred whined over the phone, "I just need to borrow it for a day!" I sighed. He was trying to get Ivan's scarf again, no doubt. I sat down at the foot of the stairs, listening to Alfred's whining. It was pretty funny, actually. "I know you love it, and need it, but I need it too! … I know, I know! I still owe you and… Yeah, yeah, whatever. Thanks for nothing, Ivan." Alfred hung up and sighed. He walked into the kitchen, not noticing me, or feeling my gaze on him the whole damn time. After a while, I stood up and went to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Mathieu~" Francis said happily. He, Arthur and Alfred were sitting at the table. I nodded and muttered a little "morning" and leaned against the wall, sighing. Things were running through my mind, and Alfred's useless chatter wasn't helping at all. "Hey there, Mattie!" Gilbert's voice brought me back to reality. I blushed a little, opening my eyes. One of his hands was on the part of the wall next to me. His other hand was on my waist, and he was leaning close to me, our lips only an inch away. I glanced over at the table to see Francis smiling at us, and Arthur holding his hand in front of Alfred's eyes. Gilbert saw that he had lost my attention, even if it was only for a split second, and he kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, sweet and loving, but it still took my breath away. "I have a plan for tomorrow, Mattie," he said, smirking. My blush flared up, creeping down my neck. "A-And wh-what is th-that?" I stammered. "We're going to the park," he said, "Just you…" he grinned, "and me." The hand on my waist squeezed slightly, making me squeak nervously, and Gilbert pulled away. He grinned wickedly at Francis, who laughed in return, before he left. I stood there, leaning back against the wall, my face burning and glowing a dark red.
I could hardly wait for tomorrow.
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Later that day, when I was in the living room, dozing off a little, Gilbert walked in silently. His ruby eyes were locked on my tired figure, and he snuck up behind the chair. He crouched low; looking around to make sure nobody else was in the room. He put on a grin when he saw nobody else, and he reached his arms over the chair to touch me. I yelped and my eyes opened wide. His hands were on my chest, and he leaned stood, then leaned over so our eyes were locked, his ruby ones upside down, my violet eyes right-side up. I blushed fiercely, and shivered when I felt his hands move slightly against my chest. "Hey, sexy," he purred, winking. My blush only grew at his words. He laughed, and one of his hands lightly slipped down the neck of my shirt. I yelped again, and squirmed at his touch, his cool skin against mine, as he lightly massaged my chest. I bit down on my lip, trying not to make a sound. I felt his tongue on my mouth and his cool breath on my face. "Don't hurt yourself," he whispered. I couldn't take it anymore. I let out a tiny moan. He grinned at me, which made my blush only flare more. Gilbert opened his mouth to speak, but he was interrupted. "What the hell are you doing?" a voice shouted. Gilbert snapped upright, and turned. Arthur was at the doorway, eyes wide. Gilbert glared. I sat there, head leaning back, blushing madly, eyes closed, and breathing fast. "Why should you give a shit?" Gilbert retorted. Arthur clenched his fists. "Because he's my son!" he snapped. Gilbert laughed and put a hand on my shoulder, making me shiver. "I think Mattie is old enough to make his own damn decisions, you fucking Brit," Gilbert said with a smirk. Arthur took a step forward, but Francis appeared next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Enough, Arthur," Francis said in a stern voice. Arthur swore at both Francis and Gilbert before storming off… probably to drink. Francis looked at Gilbert and sighed. "Apologies for his behavior," Francis said, and then he noticed me, "… is Mathieu okay?" Gilbert grinned and nodded. "He's more than okay," he said, winking at Francis. I wish I would have melted into the chair at that moment. It was embarrassing… because Gilbert was right. Francis smiled. "Well, if you're going to do that, please, not in public!" he said. I looked at him in shock. "P-Papa!" I yelped. Francis laughed. "I'm joking, Mathieu!" he said. Gilbert was laughing as well, but much louder and harder than Francis. I flushed in embarrassment and stood up. "I-I'm going to bed!" I managed to say, and ran up to my room, leaving the laughing French and German to themselves.
What makes it worse… is that I liked it…
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I think that it makes sense that I'm demon possessed or something. I seriously wrote that last sentence… then realized all that stuff I just wrote. I find it totally HAWT. *Shot* x_x
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