Oh, wow. . . I just realized that this had been sitting in my Google Drive for forever, and I forgot to upload it. . . Well, here it is! I honestly have to appologize a bit for this one, because I'm pretty sure that I wrote it out of request by my friend at five in the morning, high on Hetalia and very sleepy. . . Well, yea, enjoy! Upcoming chapters will be slow, with school and other fanfics and such. . .


Oliver's P.O.V.

When I was younger I saw my daddy cry, and curse at the wind,

Hmm. . . That must be the guitar club. But that voice. It sound so familiar. . . Why? I picked up my pace headed towards the auditorium.

He broke his own heart and I watched, as he tried to reassemble it,

Definitely familiar. . . As quiet as possibly can, I open to the door to the auditorium. My eyes suddenly go wide.

And my momma swore that she would, never let herself forget,

And that was the day that I promised, never to sing og love, if it does not exist,

It's (_y/n_). . . On the stage with her acoustic guitar. She looks beautiful up there. . . And her voice is angelic. . .

But darling, you are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception

You are the only exception,

I sat down in one of the back row seats and just watched and listened. I felt like I was in heaven. It was beautiful. . .

Your P.O.V.

And I'm on my way to believing,

Yeah I'm on my way to believing,

And that bring the song to a wrap! You were surprised you were able to-

CLAP!

CLAP!

CLAP!

You jumped slightly in surprise and quickly looked to the back where you heard the clapping coming from. It wasn't really that hard to make out that the man in the bright pink sweatervest was Oliver Kirkland.

Oh! That reminded you! Remember when you had failed at cracking the eggs earlier? And how you had wiped it all over your shirt? Well, being the kind (*cough cough* (_y/n_) loving *cough cough*) person that he was, he gave you his pink, long sleeved shirt that he wore under his sweatervest. What a sight to see, eh?

You quickly stood from your stool and just let your guitar hand around your neck, resting against your stomach.

"Mr. Kir-" you quickly corrected yourself, remembering what he had told you to call him. "O-Oliver! I-I didn't see you there. . ." you stuttered out, a bit embarrassed, considering your light pink cheeks. He stood and walked down the aisle, stopping at the stage and resting his arms up on it.

"Are you here for guitar club?" he asked with a heartwarming smile. Biting your bottom lip, you fished for an answer.

"N-Not exactly. . . I-I just stay here after school to practice, since I always get yelled at by Alfred's brother, Matthew."

Oliver slightly tilted his head to the side at the mentioning of Alfred's name. "Alfred's brother?"

"Yeah. You see, my mom is a marine biologist, so she goes away for a month, come back for a week or so, then leaves again." You explain.

He nodded with understanding. "Then, what about your dad?" You stopped moving after putting away your guitar and looked down, petting the strap. You turned your head and looked down at him. You then walked over to the edge of the stage and laid down on your stomach in front of him, holding yourself up with your elbows. You were now about one and a half feet away from Oliver's face, or less. . .

"He's. . ." you thought for a moment, trying to word it right. There was no other way you could think of than to just come out and say it, "He's. . . He's in jail. . ." you breathed, wincing at hearing your voice crack as you finished the sentence. His eyes suddenly became full of sympathy. Even they looked about ready to water.

"I-I'm so sorry, poppet. . ." you just quickly shook your head.

"No, it's alright. I didn't know him that well, anyways. I mean, he lived with me, but he was a drunk. He would go out, come back at two in the morning, burst into my room and disrupt my sleep, and start yelling at me for how bad of a daughter I am. . . But, don't worry about that! He's making up for it now!"

Oliver's P.O.V.

After hearing her story, I knew that I would do absolutely anything to protect her, even at the cost of my life. . . I know this for sure now! I love this girl and I want to be with her!

Your P.O.V.

"O-Oliver?" He had been staring at your face with a smile for quite some time now, and you were beginning to worry. He seemed to suddenly snap out of his daze and stare at you, this time with a meaning, with a genuine smile on his face.

"Need a ride home?" He abruptly asked, though that's exactly what you needed. . . You were quite hesitant, though you finally nodded. I mean, what could it hurt? You slowly brought yourself to your feet, grabbed your guitar case and backpack, then jumped off the stage with the help of Oliver's soft hand.

You both walked out of the school and to the parking lot, striking up random conversations. And soon, you reached Oliver's cute, little mini, blue car with pink flares. You couldn't help but giggle at it, and Oliver just gave you a soft, embarrassed smile back. He opened up the passenger's door for you and you hopped in. He quickly shut the door and hurried about to the other side and started the car. It felt a bit weird that your teacher was driving you home, but you didn't mind at the moment. It was a bit cold out and you just wanted to be in the warmth of the blankets Alfred would pile up on you. Surprisingly, you and Alfred didn't live his mom. Just Matthew, his younger brother. Both of Alfred's parents had passed, and he refused to live with his grandparents, who lived in England, along with his step-brother, Arthur. You had met him once before. He was very nice. Maybe a bit too nice to you. . .

"What's the address?" he asked, and you gave it to him. You know what? As you heard Oliver talking, he sounded a lot like Arthur. It's almost like they were opposites. . .

Soon enough, you arrived at the house. You got out and grabbed your guitar case. Then you leaned in the window and said, "Thanks so much for the ride! See ya tomorrow!" you waved as you jogged up to the front door. You rang the bell, knowing it was most likely locked. You waited a couple seconds, then realized how much fun it would be to miss Matt off. So, in that case, you started to play the tune to "Europe's Skies" with the doorbell. Just as you were about to finish the last line of the first verse, an angry Canadian opened up the door and gave you a glare, which you apologetically returned.

"Heh heh, sorry Matt. . ." you nervously said, scratching the back of your head as you walked through the door. Just then did you see Oliver pulling out. He must have been waiting to make sure you were safe before leaving. How sweet. . .

Oliver's P.O.V.

I quickly pulled out a pen and pad of paper, copying down the address. Once I finally got it down, (_y/n_) just disapeared into the house, giving me one final glance. Boy, was she in for a surprise. . .

Your P.O.V.

"Alfred ordered pizza, incase you were wondering. . ." Matt told you in that gentle, soft voice of his that was rarely easy to be heard. Giving a nod, you turned and headed up the stairs and into the guest room which has now magically transformed into your own room, covered in posters and such. And, being the clever you, one side one your walls was made to look exactly like "The Wall", by Pink Floyd. You flopped down onto your bed and pulled out your homework, which was luckily only one thing to do in math.

You got your book out from your bag and opened it up to your homework, then started it.

Now, unluckily, you were tired as hell, so you passed out right after finishing the last problem. Atleast you had the time to finish it. . .

Alfred F. Jone's P.O.V.

"Hey, is (_y/n_) home?" I ask my younger brother, Matt, only stopping halfway down the stairs. He looked up the stairs as he swung his head around the corner.

"Yes, she is in her room. She got home a bit ago. I haven't seen her since, though," he explained, receiving a quick nod from me.

"Got it. Thanks bro!" I called to him as I stomped back up the stairs and down the hall. Slowly opening the door to (_y/n_)'s room, I see her passed out on the bed. Aw! She looked so cute!

With a smile on my face, I walked up to her bed, placed her book on the ground, then put the covers over her, in which she instantly snuggled up to.

"Night, sweet dudette. . ." I whispered, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head before shutting off the lights and closing the door behind me.


Okay, this is definitely not for attention, just honesty, but I'm sorry, again. . . As I was editing this, I realized how cheesy and weird this chapter is. . . Well, just live with it! like I said up there, I was so sleepy! Like I am now, editing this at 2:45 in the morning! I wanna go sleepy! I need to wake up tomorrow before my parents leave without me for breakfast! Over the winter break, I slept until 2 pm everyday! As much as I loved sleep, it was horrible! I had too much sleep that it left me even more tired!

And hah! Speaking of winter break, today, you know, is Friday. Well, technically yesterday. . . But, anyways. My one friend and I sat next to each on the ride home. And, there was this older dude on our bus who would always sit alone, so we would talk to him, and it was actually pretty funny! But now he moved towards the back. . . So, as he was getting off the bus, my friend called, "Have a good summer break!" And oh god, we just started bursting out laughing for absolutely no reason. . . I dunno why it was so funny, it just was. . . The mind of. . . well. . . us. . . X3

Anyways, hope you enjoying the story, yada yada yada! Please fav, follow, etc! And review! Bye! Gots to go get my sleepy time on! X3

Uhm, have a good day/night, eh?