'Ello loves, miss me~? I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while :I school just started, so I'll be a bit busy. Other than that, nothing much to say :P The song in the begining is called 'Boats and Birds' which is probably the best flipping song for USUk ^w^ So go and check it out~
(I don't own Hetalia, America, England, or 'Boats and Birds'. Only Memories)
"If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
And you can sky-rocket away from me
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here with more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by
If you be my boat
I'll be your sea
The depth of pure blue just to probe curiosity
Ebbing and flowing and pushed by a breeze
I live to make you free
I live to make you free
But you can set sail to the west if you want to
And past the horizon till I can't even see you
Far from here where the beaches are wide
Just leave me your wake to remember you by
If you'll be my star
I'll be your sky
You can hide underneath me and come out at night
When I turn jet black and you show off your light
I live to let you shine
I live to let you shine
But you can sky-rocket away from me
And never come back if you find another galaxy
Far from here with more room to fly
Just leave me your stardust to remember you by
Stardust to remember you by"
"Alfred, what are you singing?" I asked curiously after a few minutes. Since we were (still) stuck together we were never alone, and with each other 24/7. So far it had been fine (we had been stuck together for three days now) but there were some problems. Alfred and I smelled notoriously horrid, and I knew sooner or later we would have to…. bathe ourselves. Going to the bathroom was awkward enough, but fully naked? Dear god, what am I going to do?
"I dunno." Alfred sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just been stuck in my head for like ever." I sighed myself, and looked out of the window. It had been so boring to just stay in Alfred's house all the time. The only thing we could do was play video games (mainly Alfred) or read books (as in me). We could go outside (in his garden; I'm surprised the git even has one) but other than that, Alfred's home served as our jail.
Sleeping arrangements were awkward, but it was slowly getting bearable. As long as Alfred didn't get too close to me, I was comfortable. Of course, Alfred never listened to that rule, and when I woke up, I would be smothered by the American.
Before I knew it, I had joined in with his singing, without knowing it. I blushed and continued looking out the window. At least the idiot couldn't see my horribly red face.
"Oh, now I remember where that's from!" the American announced loudly. I turned to look at him curiously, eyebrow raised. Suddenly he turned red, and looked away. "-u-uh, never mind, it doesn't really matter-"
"Tell me." I commanded, and poked him hard in the back. (We had just resorted to hand-holding, since it was easiest) He squeaked, and turned towards me. He was pale, and his right eye was twitching.
"Seriously dude, its nothing-!"
"If you don't tell me I will stab you with a knife while we're eating." I growled, and made my face look dangerous as possible.
"YousangititomewhenIwaslittle butIdidn'twanttotellyou-"
"… what the bloody hell did you just say? Ugh, never mind, your giving me headache…"
He sighed in relief, and went back to watching his show. I went back to my book (Harry Potter) and ignored him.
-later that day-
"Uh, England?" Alfred asked suddenly. It was right after dinner, and we were both cleaning the dishes. I looked at him annoyed, not feeling like talking very much.
"What?" I snapped. He turned cherry red, and I sighed. Seriously, I might as well call him 'tomato' because he blushes so much (but really, I had no right to say that since I do the same thing).He looked down at his dishes and sighed.
"We haven't showered in three day, and I feel disgusting. I'm going to take one after we're done."
If we weren't stuck together I would have been confused of why he would find it necessary to take a shower. Since we are stuck together…. Well… you understand. I turned red, and faced down towards my dishes.
"And how do you plan to do that?" I asked shakily. Now both of us were bright red.
"You'll just have to stand outside of the curtain." He said sheepishly. I screwed my eyes shut, and groaned.
"Fine, but I want to take one after you."
"O-okay."
-in the bathroom of awkwardness-
I stood outside of the shower, bright red. We decided we were still going to hold hands so we wouldn't have to touch anywhere else. My hand and arm was getting all wet and I was starting to get hot in the warm bathroom.
"Are you done yet?" I snapped, getting impatient. His head popped out from behind the shower curtain. I blushed, and glared at him sourly.
"Yeah- can you hand me a towel?"
I rolled my eyes, and grabbed a towel nearby. I held it out for him, and took it gladly. He finally got out, wrapping it around him. I refused to look at his wet, muscular chest because that is not what gentleman do damn it.
He clambered out, and let me slide in. I struggled to take off my vest, and when I succeeded chucked it at the American's face. I sighed, and tried to calm my thudding heart.
"Hey dude, where-?"
Then the fucking shower curtain decided it wanted to be an asshole and fall.
I shrieked, grabbing the cloth. Alfred was bright red and desperately trying to help me. He finally had the sense to grab me a towel and shove it at me. I quickly wrapped it around me (which was really fucking hard since I only had one hand damn it); and stumbled out of the accursed shower.
I dragged Alfred back to his room, got on some clothes, and jumped into the bed, covering myself with blankets. Alfred groaned, looking down at his still towel-clad body.
I really didn't give a fuck though.
I was too busy being a tomato.
HURRAY FOR AWKWARD SHOWER SCENES! -shot- Anywho, pretty please review? ;-; I DON'T KNOW IF ANYONE IS READING THIS OR NOOOOOTTTTT.
(I don't own Hetalia, America, England, or 'Boats and Birds.' Only Memories.)
