A/N 1: Here's the second chapter~! I hope you enjoy :D Sorry for not uploading chapter two in a long time, it's summer holidays now so I have A LOT more time for this :D I'll try to update every week, if I'm not lazy enough~
A/N 2: By the way… has anyone listened to the new Greece and Turkey Hatafutte Parade songs~? They're so catchy XD I can't wait for Finland's and Sweden's full songs X3 (I know they're quite old news now, but it was new when I started writing this chapter! XDD)
A/N 3: FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU- OMIGAHD! OWO SO. MANY. PEOPLE. ADDED THIS STUPID FAIL STORY TO THEIR FAVOURITES AND I ONLY REALIZED RECENTLY D: But I just wanna say, THANK YOU :'D This is my first fanfic ever and you guys really gave me a moral boost from this ^J^I DEFIANTELY FEEL MORE PUMPED TO CONTINUE WRITING :D
A/N 4: Guess where I am right now… I'm in Austria! :D But I really have nothing to do here (other than sight-seeing) so after looking through my e-mail inbox and seeing all those people favouriting this piece of crap, I just really needed to do this ^J^ BTW I don't own Hetalia, Portico or modern talking pillows…
What's My Name Again?
Chapter 2- Distressing! What should I do?
That was slightly awkward… wasn't it? That little "chick-flick" movie scene me and America just shared. I was so glad to just leave that damned area. I think I'm at least a good safe distance of 2 miles away from that American. I clamped my hands onto the steering wheel a little harder when I remembered what America had said to me while I was walking away…
"I love you."
My chest tightened a bit just at the thought of it *sigh*… What the hell am I doing? I should just forget all of this crap; it's no good for me! My right hand released its grip on the steering wheel and reached out for the knob on the car radio… maybe a little music will calm me down… My gaze was attached front and center, desperately trying to forget that scene as the radio soothed my senses by blurting out melodic noise, I really must concentrate on my driving. As the rain droplets dripped upon my windshield and slowly trickled down to the bonnet, I pushed my way through the dull, depressing roads on my journey back home…
~l'amour?~
As my keys connected through the lock of my house, the door slowly creaked open for me to enter my nice, warm home after a long day of melancholy. I made my way through to my living room and propped myself upon my comfy sofa; for some reason the feeling of depression lingered in the air and the room's appearance was as lugubrious as ever, it was probably because of all the 'grey' emitting from the dark clouds outside. Although this morning… the weather was so blithe and welcoming, it's almost as if it's turned its back on me. Not to anyone else; just specifically me. I felt myself delve deeper into the sofa as I sulked from the gloomy atmosphere.
"Who are you?" I lifted my head towards the small, light voice to find my sight fall upon a small, little bear, Mr K-kuma… Mr Kumagorou? Mr Kumajii-chi? I forgot…
"I'm Canada!"
"…" The small, little bear stayed silent and decided to take a seat on the floor in front of my feet.
"Oh, you again?... You don't look like Canada, you should work on that." Saying it so coldly and no emotion at all in his tone…
"Well… you don't seem so outstanding yourself…"
"… So where were you off this time (like I care)?"
"N-Nowhere in particular…"
"You're soaking wet, you must have been standing in the rain for some time."
"Since when do you care about my welfare (since when has ANYONE cared about my welfare)?"
"You were with that America guy, right?"
"H-How do you know that?"
"Well, he seems to be the only person who can see you… and talks to you… and actually cares about you…" He doesn't care about me, nobody cares about me…
"Oh, so Mr. Kumagorou doesn't care about me?"
"No."
"W-Well, great deduction skills, detecti-"
"I'm hungry."
"Oh, oh yeah! I was out for almost the whole day and I didn't feed you anythi-"
"Make me some food." I humbly followed his orders and stood up to make my way to the kitchen…
~l'amour?~
Ah~ finally, Mr. Kumajirou (yay, I remembered his name!) has fallen asleep! He really is a handful, but he's nice to cuddle with so I keep him in my house. I glanced at the wall clock and noticed it was 9:00 PM. America… said he would call me, but I guess he's forgotten. I can't blame him, everyone forgets about me; sometimes even I myself forget I'm even in the room. But he truly doesn't care for me after all… I might as well go hit the hay too… NOT LIKE… I was waiting for his call… or anything…
ringringring… ringringring
H-Huh? Oh… that might be him! I rushed to the phone and hastily picked it up without a second thought.
"H-He- *ahem* I mean, hello?"
"MATTIIIIIIIIIEEEEE~~~!"
"A-Ah, America, that you?"
"OF COURSE! I SAID I WOULD CALL YOU WHEN I WOULD GET HOME MATTIE~!"
"U-Um, I'm sorry, could you tone your voice down a bit, please?"
"O-Oh! Sorry, Mattie, ahahaha…"
"So wait, you only got home now?"
"Yeah dude, Japan and I decided to go to one of those karaoke bars he seems to be so fond of~"
"O-Oh, I see… well, did you have fun?"
"YEAH! I-I mean, yeah… Japan happens to be a really good singer~"
"Really? Do you think you're good at singing too?"
"Yeah! I bet I sounded so epic and heroic up on the stage~" I doubt that…
"So what song did you sing?" Just curious…
"Don't stop believing~" Oh god… how much money would I pay to see that, hahaha…
"That's nice…"
"W-Well, enough about me… s-s-so… how are you, Mattie?" He sounds so shy for some reason, I can almost HEAR him blushing…
"U-Um, not bad, I'M FINE!" It's not as if I have complete control of myself either…
"I was thinking, well, how about you and me go out for drinks some time, huh?" Drinks?
"Um…" What am I thinking! SAY NO! "….Sure."
"O-OH! That's great! I thought you were going to say no, ahahaha!" …What have I done to myself?
"So where? When?" Am I seriously going through with this?
"How about that Portico place you have there in Toronto?" WHAT! THAT'S A RESTAURANT, NOT A BAR!
"A-America, it sounds like you're keener on taking me on a date rather than a drink!"
"Ahaha! You got me… but you already agreed so there's no backing out now!"
"N-No w-wait, Amer-"
"Okay, so tomorrow: at 8:00-ish? We both get off work before that time, right? I'll meet you at the front, or maybe should I pick you up?"
"W-Wha-…" sigh… "…sure, I'll meet you there at front…"
"Okay, see you tomorrow~"
"Yeah…" Oh dear god…
"… Bye, Matthew." He called me Matthew again.
Beepbeepbeep…
Are my cheeks… going to be forever stained with this ghastly red colour?...
~l'amour?~
Guess where I am now. Well, there's really no guessing, is there? I'm standing outside of Portico silently waiting for that American! He said he would be meeting me about 8:00-ish… 8:05 is 8:00-ish, right? Not like I was exactly planning to arrive at 8:05… But what if he never comes? He might have forgotten by now… This is so stupid, I should've told him to cancel…
"M-Matthew?"
I slightly turned to the voice to find America… IN A SUIT!
"A-A-A-AMERICA!"
"I look so heroic, right? Ahahaha~" A soft blush grazing over his cheeks, as he lifted his left arm to scratch his neck in embarrassment.
"You look so-…" You look so good!
"Well, I want to look my best for you Mattie!" I slowly peered down to my own clothes and realized I'm only wearing a random shirt and baggy jeans…
"Wait a minute… converses with a suit…?"
"Yeah, I'm not that classy, ahahaha~" What happened to wanting to look his best for me? "I would've worn some more appropriate footwear, but I don't own any!"
"Oh, I see…" He does look good though, really good… "You should've warned me to wear something nicer!"
"I didn't think it was important for you to do it as well, ahaha!"
"So… shall we go in?"
"YEAH~!" He suddenly grabbed me by my arm and linked it with his own, and we made our way… in some style, I guess…
~l'amour?~
"So, America, what are you going to have?"
"I dunno, some Cola ma- NO WAIT. We'll both have RED WINE!"
"Really going out of your way tonight, aren't you?"
"Are you fine with red wine?"
"Y-Yeah, I guess…" The waiter took the drinks menu from our hands and went off with our orders in mind. Then America took yet another menu into his hands and considered the starters.
"OH GOD."
"What is it?"
"The writing… it's in FRENCH!" I pointed my finger in the direction where he was supposed to look.
"Then if you don't know how to read French, look at the English translation!"
"OH~! Right…" Dear lord…
"I-I don't know, there's too much choices!"
"I've heard the calamari is really good here." I didn't look at the reviews, whatever are you talking about? Ahahaha…
"Then we'll have that!" Phew. "So now the main dishes~" Ugh.
"I'll just have the steak."
"I'll have that too!" He concluded. The waiter had finally brought us the red wine and taken down our other orders.
"I like this place…"
"You haven't even tried the food yet, America."
"I like it because it reminds me of you."
"H-How does it remind you of me?"
"I dunno, it looks so plain and simple and it doesn't really stand out." Thanks, America… "But sometimes… simple can be so beautiful." His hand snaked over the table and clutched onto my own. I can feel my cheeks heating up now… stupid America…
"Don't just say things like that so meaninglessly…" I said while snatching my hand away from his hold.
"Not this again, Mattie! I told you many times before and I'll say it again, I love you. And I say that with meaning, of course!"
"W-Whatever…" His hand was kinda warm; I want him to hold me again…
"Your starter, sir." The waiter handed down the dish and placed it between the two of us.
"Thanks, dude!" America said with a big flashy grin… oh dear, we haven't even made it to the main dish yet and I'm already feeling some sort of sickness… my heart's aching again…
~l'amour?~
"Thanks for everything!" America said while smiling at the waiter handing him the money. "This place was so good, I might wanna come back again! Right, Mattie?"
Don't say yes. "Sure!" … ugh. America grabbed me by the arm and linked it with his own, the second time this evening, and we made our exit.
"I should have more dinners with you, Mattie!"
"Why? I'm so boring, why don't go with someone else?"
"Because I didn't choose them, I CHOSE YOU!" His grip around my arm strengthened. I checked my watch… 12:30…
"You know America, it's getting kinda late, why don't you stay over at my house just for the night?" I feel sorry for the guy, you know…
"That'd be so very kind, Mattie!" I'm so glad… "This means I'll get to sleep in the same bed as you, right?" … scratch that.
"NO. You can sleep on the pull-out couch."
"N'aawwww, pwease?" He started nuzzling the back of my neck… not cool.
"No way, America, don't manipulate this one chance you're getting, you are sleeping on the pull-out couch."
"But it will hurt my back, I wanna sleep on a nice soft bed! Plus, I also want to sleep next t-"
"DON'T even finish that sentence… If you want to sleep in a comfy bed so much; you can have mine, I'll sleep on the pull-out couch then…"
"THEN I'LL SLEEP ON THE PULL-OUT COUCH WITH YOU!"
"…."
~l'amour?~
Okay, finished brushing my teeth, and I think America has too… but how the hell am I going to get him to sleep… ALONE on the pull-out couch? God, America, why so difficult?... Where the hell is that man anyway? I haven't seen him for a while, maybe he's already gone to sleep? I did set up the pull-out couch after all…
I made my way down the staircase into the living room to find the pull-out couch… empty. If he's not there, where is he? I've already checked the second bathroom and the kitchen but he doesn't seem to be… oh. Please don't tell me he's there…
… I knew it. My eyes laid upon my bed with a certain American man sleeping deeply on it without a care in the world. Well, it looks like he's already done for the day… so he won't mind if I go to sleep on the pull-out couch…
I made my way down the staircase again and slipped under the cold, thin sheets of the pull-out couch, taking a little trip to dream-land…
~l'amour?~
Ugnnnngh… wh-what time is it? Oh god that pull-out couch really did a number on my back… oww… I tugged my eyes open to find everything only blurred, I hate it when that happens, gunh… I don't remember bringing a really comfy pillow with me, wow, it's so soft~ I don't even wanna wake up now! I linked my arms tight around the pillow and embraced it into a closed bind, it's really big too!
"Mornin', Matthew."
…..
Please tell me this pillow didn't just talk right now.
"Didya sleep well? Ahahaha~"
…..
It's one of them talking pillows they make nowadays, right?
"Are you still asleep or something? Do you have a fever; you seem to be flushed…"
"WH-WHO LET YOU IN HERE, 'CUS I SURE DIDN'T!"
"I just wanted to sleep with you, Mattie, it's not like we did it or any-"
"WHAT THE HELL."
"Wow, this couch is really stiff, my back hurts now…"
"DON'T CHANGE THE SUBJECT!"
"Two Americas?"
"NOBODY NEEDS YOU HERE RIGHT NOW, MR. KUMAGOROU!"
"Relax, Mattie. You seemed to like me here 'cus as soon as I got in, you started hugging me, so I decided to stay!"
"America… what am I going to do with you?"
"If you really don't want me here, then you can stop hugging me now~!"
…. Oh, right… I loosened my grip on America, still not letting go yet, he's just so warm~
"You're so cute when you sleep, Mattie~" He shuffled closer to me and hugged his arms around me too now…
"You're cute when you're awake too~" He leaned his face closer to mine and placed a small kiss on my forehead… seriously, what am I going to do with him?
"By the way, don't call me America, my name is Alfred."
… Why does my chest seem so tight? My heart is aching again…
"I love you so much, Matthew…" He dug his nose into my hair and stayed in that pose for a while...
"Too much for my own good…"
Alfred… please, have mercy on my heart!
A/N 5: So… that's chapter 2 you guys :D I hope you've enjoyed reading ^J^ I guess this chapter was sorta fluffy, but it's kinda pathetic XDD Please review! And be harsh, I want to improve in my writing as much as I can :DDD BTW Just want to say thank you again!