Rokuchounen
Title: Rokuchounen
Author: Abyss
Claim: France
Character(s): France, England
Table/Prompt: Romance/Yearning
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG
Summary: He wanted freedom. (And they disappeared into the setting sun.)
Notes: Inspired by IA's Six Trillion Years and a Night Story. (Rokuchounen; six trillion years.)
The first time Arthur had ventured out on his own, he had met a boy around his age with beautiful blonde hair (not that he’d ever admit it). However, at the same time, Arthur hadn’t wanted to approach the other in fear of rejection, as silly as that fear was. The boy was pretty, and Arthur wanted to reach out to hold the other’s hand, but he refrained from embarrassing himself that way. At least, if he held back, there would be no rejection. But as the other boy turned to offer him a smile, Arthur felt the desire grow.
The second time he met that boy was shortly after his father allowed him to leave the house. Arthur had been walking around aimlessly, not knowing anyone or anything in their village, and he had bumped into the stranger. However, Arthur was not particularly happy about that, and was about to yell when the man offered the same smile that made his chest tighten and offered a hand and a name. As he went home to a place with brothers who didn’t care and a father who didn’t even like him, Arthur could only smile. ‘So his name is Francis…’
From there, Arthur had been frequently meeting up with Francis to escape his parents. He was pleasantly surprised when the other had asked for a name he didn’t have. When Francis had learned of this, he had quickly dubbed him “Arthur”, and that became his name. There was nothing to do but to agree, and Arthur kept to that name, even when he was called other, more offensive, words by his so-called family. And even then, the need to hold Francis’ hand hadn’t disappeared as Arthur had thought it would. If anything, it had only grown stronger with their relationship.
Arthur knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now. Yet, he was afraid to ask for anything. In fact, Arthur was afraid to voice what he wanted. There was no way he could actually say that, and he wouldn’t, not if it would alienate his only friend. It was hard, Arthur admitted, to avoid holding hands, as Francis had a habit of dragging him around town, but Arthur didn’t mind it at all. (Okay, maybe he acted like he did whenever in public, but he honestly didn’t.) Instead of dwelling on that, Arthur merely smiled slightly as Francis approached.
Had it been anyone else, Arthur would have commented on how cliché it was through charades. Instead, he could only stare, flabbergasted by Francis’ actions. It wasn’t all that often that people would confess their undying love for him-in fact, this was the first time-but Arthur was hoping that he didn’t make himself look stupid by accepting too early or by saying the wrong thing (acting it out; it was still the same). Instead of doing either, he offered a small smile and took the other’s hand. It was worth it, Arthur decided, when he saw Francis’ happiness.
He took the hand offered, and with a slight smile, he was pulled up. Arthur knew that Francis could get in trouble for this, for releasing the demon of the village, but he couldn’t care. (Perhaps it was selfish of him to want this small bit of happiness he found in his dreary life, but he held on.) He met a lady on the way out, and he told her that everyone should disappear (with her adding, “Into the sunset.”) Arthur hadn’t expected it, but they did as she had said, and he disappeared with Francis towards the setting sun.
Author: Abyss
Claim: France
Character(s): France, England
Table/Prompt: Romance/Yearning
Word Count: 600
Rating: PG
Summary: He wanted freedom. (And they disappeared into the setting sun.)
Notes: Inspired by IA's Six Trillion Years and a Night Story. (Rokuchounen; six trillion years.)
The first time Arthur had ventured out on his own, he had met a boy around his age with beautiful blonde hair (not that he’d ever admit it). However, at the same time, Arthur hadn’t wanted to approach the other in fear of rejection, as silly as that fear was. The boy was pretty, and Arthur wanted to reach out to hold the other’s hand, but he refrained from embarrassing himself that way. At least, if he held back, there would be no rejection. But as the other boy turned to offer him a smile, Arthur felt the desire grow.
The second time he met that boy was shortly after his father allowed him to leave the house. Arthur had been walking around aimlessly, not knowing anyone or anything in their village, and he had bumped into the stranger. However, Arthur was not particularly happy about that, and was about to yell when the man offered the same smile that made his chest tighten and offered a hand and a name. As he went home to a place with brothers who didn’t care and a father who didn’t even like him, Arthur could only smile. ‘So his name is Francis…’
From there, Arthur had been frequently meeting up with Francis to escape his parents. He was pleasantly surprised when the other had asked for a name he didn’t have. When Francis had learned of this, he had quickly dubbed him “Arthur”, and that became his name. There was nothing to do but to agree, and Arthur kept to that name, even when he was called other, more offensive, words by his so-called family. And even then, the need to hold Francis’ hand hadn’t disappeared as Arthur had thought it would. If anything, it had only grown stronger with their relationship.
Arthur knew what he wanted, and he wanted it now. Yet, he was afraid to ask for anything. In fact, Arthur was afraid to voice what he wanted. There was no way he could actually say that, and he wouldn’t, not if it would alienate his only friend. It was hard, Arthur admitted, to avoid holding hands, as Francis had a habit of dragging him around town, but Arthur didn’t mind it at all. (Okay, maybe he acted like he did whenever in public, but he honestly didn’t.) Instead of dwelling on that, Arthur merely smiled slightly as Francis approached.
Had it been anyone else, Arthur would have commented on how cliché it was through charades. Instead, he could only stare, flabbergasted by Francis’ actions. It wasn’t all that often that people would confess their undying love for him-in fact, this was the first time-but Arthur was hoping that he didn’t make himself look stupid by accepting too early or by saying the wrong thing (acting it out; it was still the same). Instead of doing either, he offered a small smile and took the other’s hand. It was worth it, Arthur decided, when he saw Francis’ happiness.
He took the hand offered, and with a slight smile, he was pulled up. Arthur knew that Francis could get in trouble for this, for releasing the demon of the village, but he couldn’t care. (Perhaps it was selfish of him to want this small bit of happiness he found in his dreary life, but he held on.) He met a lady on the way out, and he told her that everyone should disappear (with her adding, “Into the sunset.”) Arthur hadn’t expected it, but they did as she had said, and he disappeared with Francis towards the setting sun.