SUMMER

Spring was over. The hot heat of the sun was felt by everyone. All knew that summer was here. And along with summer, vacation was here. The sweetest summer vacation at that fact.

Arthur's and Anneliese's class had already planned what they would do this summer. They had decided to go to an island beach and have some kind of camping. And rapidly arranged by their American class president, Alfred Jones (he actually became the class president for he was the only one eager to be on that job), they were now on the island.

Most of the students were enjoying themselves. But to some like Matthew, didn't really enjoy it that much. Especially when there was Yao whom all of the girls would say that he shouldn't take of 'her' shirt (he was a guy for China's sake and of course all guys should take off their shirts when they're going to swim). There was also Braginski girl with large breasts which cause a huge distraction to the guys.

But Arthur wasn't really enjoying. He was simply sitting on the sand under his own umbrella, watching Anneliese as she was having fun with her friends Elizaveta, Bella, and Lily.

Sometime he wondered if he should confess right now that she was now freed from that bloody frog. He should take that chance, shouldn't he? He should tell her now before it was too late.

"Arthur!" he heard her call to him from the sea. "Come on! We came here for the sea water and not for the sand!"

He briefly rolled his eyes and kicked the sand as he stood up. He made it looked like he was only forced but inside his head, he was tumbling out of joy that she called him over, wanting to join her.

"And why should I bloody enjoy the water?" he asked stubbornly as he dip his self to the sea.

"Because that's the main reason why we're all here!" Elizaveta answered him.

"And also, the water's really cool and clear. I wish big brother is here…" Lily murmured.

"Anyways to enjoy this more, let's play a game!" Anneliese announced playfully.

"A game?"

"That's a great idea!" Alfred who was swimming nearby heard her and then swam to them. "Okay what game?"

Arthur glared at him annoyingly. But the three girls chuckled at the American's excitement.

"Let's play chicken[1]!" Elizaveta beamed.

And they all agreed except from Arthur who Anneliese dragged into the game. The two pairs were set, Elizaveta with Alfred and Anneliese with Arthur and Lily as their referee.

"Okay! Play!" Lily cheerfully said.

And both boys, with the girls above their shoulders lunged towards each other. Elizaveta and Anneliese, too, were now pushing each other off their carriers' shoulders. Push and push, until…

SPLASH!

Elizaveta was pushed to the sea and Anneliese gleefully laughed at her and Arthur's victory.

"Anneliese and Arthur win!"

Night now had fallen upon the island and all students were gathered in a big camp fire. Feliciano, the Italian who loved pasta so much, had requested Arthur to sing the camp fire song and with the help of Anneliese, he did what he was requested to. And he started but was soon cut off by Alfred's complain about his voice sounding like he was summoning a devil.

Soon after talking and some story-telling with the known and unknown ghost stories, they all went to their own tents except from Alfred, Arthur, Anneliese, Elizaveta and Lily since Alfred told them to stay behind and he had something to say.

"Now what?" Arthur asked.

"Let's go ghost-hunting!" Alfred beamed as if it was the greatest idea invented in his head.

"That sounds exciting," Elizaveta commented.

"I—I don't think I can join you…" Lily stammered.

"I have no problem with that," Anneliese shrugged.

And Arthur just grunted.

"Can I just not join?" Lily asked with those cute pleading eyes of hers.

"Alfred won't mind I think," Elizaveta said, "Right, Al?"

The American cringed at the Hungarian smile. "R-righty!"

"Thank you," And Lily went to her tent.

"So where in the bloody hell are we ghost-hunting?" Arthur asked,

"In the island, of course!"

"Okay let's do it! We don't have all night!" Anneliese announced.

The four friends decided to split up in pairs so that they could hunt more places. Anneliese was with Arthur again. And they were walking in silence under the shadows of the tropical trees around them.

Anneliese eyed her friend from the corner of her eyes. She was inwardly smirking for she was very aware of Arthur's 'talent' of seeing unreal things. She wondered if he had already seen a ghost already.

"Hey, Arthur," she finally spoke.

"Hn?"

"Have you seen a ghost already?"

He looked at her in confusion. "What?"

"Well, you said that you can see fairies and such then I'm just wondering if you have seen a ghost."

"Well…"

He looked ahead of them as an idea popped in his head. He looked down to the map of the island he was holding and spotted a certain place in it. And he inwardly smirk. Tonight, he would make sure that he would never be too late again to throw off his pride.

He looked ahead of them again. "Whoa!" he exclaimed in 'horror'.

"W-What?" Anneliese asked rather frightened at his scared face.

"T-That-!" he pointed a 'shaky' finger in front of them. "T-that is-!"

She was about to ask him what he was seeing when he suddenly grabbed her hand and dragged her along with him as he run.

"RUN! It's coming for us!"

"WHAT? What's coming for us?!"

He didn't answer.

"Arthur!"

He just kept on running and running, taking various turns. He kept running until he reached his destination. There on the direction they were running was a shed. He swiftly went in, pulling her inside and locked the door, hearing a loud click from the outside, which made him confused as to where it came from.

They were both panting when they were already 'safe' inside.

"What was that about, Arthur? What the hell did you see?" Anneliese breathed.

"Something that is unwanted that is," he replied catching his breath.

"Eh?"

He just chuckled. "I lied," he said as he straightened and stepped towards her, grabbing her by her waist and pulled her in a searing kiss.

Anneliese was astounded at this. What was this? Was she dreaming or not? But dream or not, she kissed back as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her heart knew that she had been waiting for this for who knew how long. Their lips moved in synch and in perfect rhythm. When they both pulled away, they were gasping for air.

"Wha—what was that for?" she asked him.

"That's for spending your time with that stupid frog," then he kissed her again, "And that is for losing our bet," another kiss, "That one is for my reward on winning the bet," then he kissed her lovingly, "That is for me telling you that…I love you."

She stood there speechless by his kisses and words.

"I love you, Annie. And I was damn jealous when I found out that you were that frog's girl. And since you lost the bet, and now you're not taken, you're my girlfriend now," he grinned.

And she grinned back, "Just how long it took you to say that, you idiot," and smiled as she leaned in, "I love you, too."

And they kissed again.

"Shall we go back to our tent now? 'Cause I don't think there are any ghosts around here," Arthur said after pulling away.

"Wait, I thought you saw something?"

He laughed, "I was just acting. I did that so that we'd end up here and for me to tell you what I feel," he walked to the door and 'opened' it.

"Bloody idiot you really are," she giggled.

But the door didn't budge to open.

"What the-?"

He tried to open it again but failed. That was when he realized what was the loud click was about. He accidentally triggered the outer lock when he slammed the door shut too hard.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"IT won't open! It's locked from the outside!"

"What?"

And they tried to open it together but to no avail. So they gave up and cuddled to each other in a corner as they sat.

"Well at least we're together," Arthur murmured as he nuzzled her neck.

She softly chuckled. "Right."

And they just fell asleep next to each other with smile on their faces.

Who cares about the others. They were sure that Alfred would find them sooner since Arthur had took his tickets of free burgers. Alfred would sure come to find them since he knew that it was only Arthur who would dare to hide his precious burger tickets.

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(A/N: this is for meus amicus Almira! AKA English Lady 1996! I don't own anything except from the plot..hehehe~~~ Thanks for reading!)