Thank you all for reading America's drawings ;A; This is my first fic, and I'm horrible at dialogue, but thank you for reading my silly stories. Anyway I forgot to do disclaimers for the previous chapter so um… I'll do that right now!
DAIWMS does not own Hetalia or Ticonderoga pencils.
A small ray of soft sunlight swelled through America's house illuminating the large man's features that it touched. Alfred the owner of the house, was currently sleeping, was lying on his couch under a quilt that was made long ago by his former caretaker. That certain character was sitting nearby in Alfred's kitchen, pondering at what was in the small star speckled blue book of America's. He had unlocked it, but after he herd the thud outside the closet he was sitting in previously, Arthur had opened the door and found Alfred strewn about the floor out cold. Now he couldn't have left him there could he?
Eng. Pov. (I know its really rude to interrupt but this is going to be my first time writing in first person, so I know I'm going to screw up! Please tell me how I do! Arigato!)
'What happened exactly back there? He blacked out you twit! I know that, but Alfred's never blacked out on me! Maybe I need to look in the book to figure it out, No, that would make it worse! I- 'A sudden ringing sound cut off my train of thought. 'Might as well pick it up, ill tell whoever is there I'm here for business' getting up I picked up the seemingly screeching phone and put the usual words that anyone would say into a phone. "Hello?"
"Arthur-san!"
"J-Japan? How are yo-"
"I am sorry for cutting you off, but there is something very important about that book."
"How do you know?" 'What was so important?'
…"do you want me to tell you the whole story?'
"Yes! Bloody hell what is with the book!"
"The book was originally a gift from me to Alfred on one of his birthdays, the one with the glow in the dark cake."
"Yes, yes I remember that one."
"It was a drawing pad originally, I told him some things about how drawing works, how to draw humans and such, Its been five years since then. He has learned a lot."
"But what-"
"is so special about it?"
"Yes!"
"He used to show me his drawings all the time, bringing them to meetings and showing me how he improved. But at one point, he stopped bringing it; when I asked him about it he got silent and slowly brought up another topic." … "He didn't tell me. When I saw the drawing pad again, some months later it looked totally different. It looked more like a notepad, which he meant it to look like. He disguised it. I was curious at that point, and looked inside, note paper at first then the drawing paper, and at the back of the book the drawings." He let out a tiny exhale "I am going to tell you this, because I know he never wirr- ah excuse me I mean will. Arthur, most of those pictures were of you."
It took me a minute to comprehend what Japan had just said,
"M-me?" … "are they bad? I mean not quality wise but..."
"No, they are not, the opposite in fact. They are, look for yourself."
"Thank you Kiku."
"Your welcome, Sayonara."
"Good day"
I looked at the sharpened Ticonderoga pencil on top of the small star speckled drawing pad bathing in a golden ray of sun, and took a small step.
Oh my god that was short. I PROMISE to make it longer next time!
Btw Ticonderoga pencils FTW
R&R plz~!