Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.
Note: I would be using their character names, mostly. This is an AU fic—a very AU one. Also, I would like to apologize early for any out of character behaviour and/or poor plotting.
..
"Have you never been taught to ask for one's permission?"
"Eh?"
"You're sleeping in my bed."
Kiku only continued to stare at the odd man in front of him; the stranger raised a thick brow and then sighed in knowing that it's much better to give up asking questions (or saying anything, for the matter). Unexpectedly going a little closer to the Japanese man, the blond man only wanted to try and talk to the other—he's now landed, face down, on the bed.
The other couldn't recall the Japanese man grabbing his arm, hurling him over his shoulder and pinning him down into the current position at present. All he could note was the slight pain on both shoulders, really.
The smaller man held both of the other's arms against his back and sat on top of the stranger. The intruder grunted uncomfortably as he tried to struggle from the other's firm grasp. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not a bender, you arse bandit" the blond man said awkwardly but managed to let out a small chuckle. "Mind letting me go?"
"Who are you?"
"My name is William Craig."
"…What are you doing here?"
"I'll get to that the minute you get off of me."
Short quiet moments had already passed, but Kiku only lessened his grip (rather hesitantly) on the other. A few more seconds have passed by, and the blond man decided best to try his luck on struggling free once more—now he finds himself on his elbows whilst facing the Japanese man straddling him. "You're rather dim, aren't you?"
"Please tell me why you are here."
"I live here, actually."
"…Why was my friend able to buy this place?"
"The old bastard of a landlord here despises me, and I haven't paid my rent from three weeks ago."
"Then this is not your place, anymore."
"These are my things, are they not?"
"…That still does not prove anything."
"Who said that I was proving anything, in the first place?"
William suddenly grabbed one of the four pillows on the bed and was finally able to get away from the Japanese man. Once again, the blond man was standing by the bed as if nothing had happened—"How about we continue this later on?"
Already out of the room, the taller man closed the door behind him before hearing anything from the befuddled other. The man soon went down the stairs and practically felt his way towards the couch in the great room.
Walking somewhat briskly, he almost tripped from the rug that he swore wasn't there before. The man cursed lightly and continued walking over to the couch. He was rather thankful of the moonlight that badly lit the room; he could figure out where some things were from their outlining. It's really not much of a surprise that William knows where things are like the back of his hand.
This is his home, after all—he can really prove this to everyone by just getting noticed by this landlord of his; the old man would hound anyone in harsh questions about last month's rent that was late by a mere second (a tight fisted man, he is).
Any person could now see why William had snuck in through the bedroom window (this would have to be the first time, though).
The placement of his furniture didn't change, it seems (that damned rug is a new addition, so it's not his). Whoever else walked in this apartment must have the same sense of style he has—he then doubts it. The place is so small and cramped that moving anything else would be very much disastrous and highly inconvenient; it would be sort of much to the point that you couldn't walk anywhere unless you jump over one thing or another.
Well, if you were to describe the place in an exaggerating manner…that would be what you'll hear. In reality, the whole place is alright for one person to live it; two people would be a little bothersome—unless you're a couple or really good friends that can finish each other's sentences.
Three people (or more) would simply be too much—unless you're real close to one another. Other than that, the apartment is fine and might be just what you'll need as your little retreat from reality's toughest challenges.
Finally able to find and sit on the couch, William noticed that the upholster felt a bit different; it wasn't the tough leather feel, anymore (oh, it was still leather—just much smoother). He jumped in his seat twice and heard the familiar, characteristic creak that it would make.
The man smirked in approval to find out that his things are still his things. He is now sure that the low coffee table in front of him still has its one leg shorter than the other three, and the only reason why it is levelled was because of the added piece of wood he nailed in.
The blond man might even check to see if it was still there.
A lot more of his things had their small oddities, but most of them were "young" antiques and were bought in good deals. Actually, this would have to be one of the less exquisite homes he owns. This would probably be his cheapest one, yet.
That probably explains the simple furnishing of the abode.
William started to wonder if there had been any more changes since he had last been here (which was actually for more than two years, really…he pays via mail). He then decided that he could finally find out about everything tomorrow—when the room becomes more lighted and when he felt less weary.
Travelling non-stop for two days (without any sufficient time to rest) does take its toll on a person, after all.
..
I know what I'm going to ask is a bit silly, but do you think our intruder sounds English enough?
I also think that he's a little out of character, but I'm trying out his more "un-gentleman-ly" side.