Trapped in Darkness
9foxgrl
V
Arthur POV
'Ugh…Oh bollocks my head is killing me.' I groaned as the sunlight hit my face. I wince as my back throbs in pain. 'What did I do last night?'
Let's see…
I was pouring through my magic books trying to find a way to heal America. But there was none. In a fit of depression and guilt I drank all of the alcohol in my house, even the cooking sherry.
Somehow I got to America's house…to apologize. He took me upstairs to sleep it off…
"Bloody Hell…" I gasped as I touched my lips. "I kissed him."
I sat up and looked around. The room was a light blue and plainly decorated with only a dresser and a closet. I would have always imagined his room to be be fully decorated, and in a mess like it was as when he was child.
'He really had to grow up when he lost his sight.'
Soft breathing drew my attention to the window. I gasped when I saw America curled up on the widow seat under a thin blanket. Seeing him like that…just made my heart beat faster.
He looked so innocent like that. I never realized how vulnerable he is.
"Hard to believe all this time, he's been deceiving us." I whispered. How the Hell did he last so long without us finding out?
Seeing him shift in his sleep I stood up, my legs moved towards him on their own. He grimaced in his sleep. Was he having a nightmare? I petted his hair, one finger just barely tracing his cowlick. It's still as soft as lamb's wool.
Suddenly his hand lashed out and touched my wrist.
I looked down to see those unseeing blue eyes staring at me.
"Good morning England."
"Gah!"
Normal POV
"Gah!"
I just snickered as I heard the proud nation fall backwards onto his butt. I flinched when I heard what I think was his head hit my bed's frame.
Sitting up I looked down towards I think he fell.
"Are you okay?"
"Bloody Hell." England groaned. "That's going to leave a bruise."
"Do you need some ice?" I asked standing up really fast.
Too fast, my feet became tangled in the blanket, causing me to fall right on top of him. He had grabbed me by my hips so my head wouldn't slam into the frame as well. My lips were only a hair length from his.
But I could smell his scent. That unique mix of tea and rain was still there, but it was masked by the smell of whiskey.
I could hear his heart started to beat even faster.
…Is this like some cliché scene from a sappy romance movie or what?
"S-sorry about that." I nervously chuckled as I rolled off him. I tossed me blanket back onto the window seat and raced to the door. "I'll get you that ice."
I ran down the stairs as fast as I could. I gripped the front of my shirt as I hit the fridge.
"That kiss from last night was a fluke." I hissed to myself. I fumbled with the freezer handle to grab the ice tray. "He was drunk and probably doesn't remember doing that. It meant nothing!"
"America?"
I yelped. Crap I didn't hear him!
"Y-yes England?"
"I just wanted to say-"
CRASH!
"BONJOUR L'AMERIQUE!"
"Konnichiwa, sorry for intruding."
"Ve~America! Are you home?"
"THE AWESOME ME AND MY MINONS HAVE ARRIVED!"
CLANG!
…Houseguests…
Yay…