Hetalia kink meme part 22
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part 22
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From Arthur's diary, 20th September :
There are times I don't understand what's wrong with me and those around me. I keep struggling with feelings I haven't yet realized what they mean. Those eyes watch me so beautifully amazed and I just feel the deep emptiness inside me being filled with something warm. I wish I could understand what's on his mind, but maybe he's just a daydreamer and I'm a fool.
It always takes time to talk to me, like he has not yet decided what to talk about. Then, he comes up with something really stupid or something I don't get. Our conversations always end with me calling him an idiot. I don't think we'll get along for long. It's just matter of time and he'll be tired of me.
There are time when Alfred just forgets where he is.
He stares at the heads in his classroom until he finds the blonde one he was looking for. He's a British boy with emerald eyes and Alfred likes him. He likes his accents, likes his messed hair and the way they stick out all funny whenever Arthur slides his fingers through them. Now, he's doing it and Alfred watches him carefully, not daring being caught.
Arthur doesn't know he likes him and does not have to know. He thinks Alfred likes girls because he always sees him with them and Alfred actually says he's straight. Alfred does not know about Arthur.
He has seen Arthur with any sort of people for the last year, but never seen Arthur with a boyfriend or a girlfriend, actually. So maybe, Arthur is just the kind of guy who doesn't like being in a relationship.
Arthur is staring at the wall in front of him doesn't listen to the lesson. Alfred doesn't too, he's too busy at watching Arthur and doesn't notice that someone is looking at him from very nearby.
This someone also happens to be his brother, for his sake. He earns a slap on the head and turns around to meet Matthew's eyes, who are scanning him and also telling him to listen to the goddamn teacher.
Alfred mouths something and Matthew sighs. He writes down a note and Alfred reads the words 'I am not doing your homework later.' .
Alfred just grins and replies 'Yes, you are'.
And turns again to stare at Arthur. He's writing something on his notebook and Alfred wishes he could know what.
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When Arthur moved in, Alfred was excited to see the new student, he knew he was British and Alfred had a crush on international cultures . He had a lot of friends from everywhere in the world and he really had a thing for languages.
Well, accents in this case. He and Arthur shared the same languages, even though Arthur made it clear the first time they met that he did not speak Alfred's language.
He was disappointed . He thought Arthur would become his friend, his mate, but he just pushed him away and called him an obnoxious brat.
A month later, they started school and Alfred tried to approach Arthur again. Maybe Arthur calmed down, because he was more open to talk to him. They hang out for a while and Alfred discovered Arthur liked sports, books and rock music. He had one shelf filled with CDs of his favourite bands , sometimes shared them with Alfred, made him listen new songs or old songs Alfred didn't know, they spent the afternoons together singing and chatting about everything, anything at all. Sometimes, he walked in on Arthur dancing and holding a pen in his hand, like it was a microphone, headphones over his ears, singing out loud, his voice filling the house. Alfred didn't say anything, just waited for Arthur to notice him, smiling and not quite acknowledging the flip of his heart.
Maybe, just maybe, it was endearing.
Arthur blushed and threw a pillow at him: You should have say something while I was making a fool of myself.
He bought Arthur a guitar for his 16th birthday and saw Arthur emerald eyes shine at him.
Then, he fell in love.
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"You're a twat" Arthur says as he open the changing room of their school. Alfred burst in, follows Arthur, keeping his eyes on his blonde hair and trying not to notice how Arthur's shirt is stuck on his back from the sweat and his snow white skin looks pure and flawless.
And before Arthur turns around, Alfred is averting his gaze and staring at the shower stalls like they are the most interesting thing in the room.
"I think that was a good move, anyway" Arthur adds and lift his shirt up, throwing it on the floor and grabbing his bag.
American football is not Arthur's favourite sport, he always complains about it but when Alfred drags him in the field, he always plays.
Then he adds 'I'm not doing it for you. It's just that I don't have anything else to do'.
Oh, whatever. Alfred is more than fine with that, as long as Arthur spends time with him. He thinks Arthur is a liar and he enjoys everything Alfred does and makes him do, but he will never admit that. He think Arthur enjoys his company, in general. But that's all.
Alfred is really sad that that's all.
He asked Arthur a few times if he did like girls and Arthur just nodded, but never talked about it. Arthur is sure Alfred likes girls because he walked in on him and Natalia during a party, he was drank (and he found out he does not stand alcohol so he doesn't drink, ever, anymore) and had Natalia's legs around him and they were kissing. That happened six month ago and Arthur never said anything about that, just assumed Alfred liked girl.
Alfred got dates from that day and Arthur always wished him good luck.
Like a very good friend.
Alfred thinks he is … bisexual. But he is not sure, he just happened to fall in love with Arthur, who just happened to be a boy. He doesn't want to think of Arthur as a gender, Arthur is a person, a wonderful person, he makes his heart flutter whenever he laughs - because he rarely hears his laugh - and he makes him feel like if there's someone on this planet he could spend his life with, Alfred would without doubt trust himself to Arthur.
Scratch that.
He's just being silly, now. Very, very silly, and so immature and childish. Arthur would make fun of him if he will ever say that out loud.
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"Alfred Jones, are you here?" Arthur waves his hand and stands in front of him, waiting for a reply, maybe. Alfred snaps out of his thoughts and just laughs, turning away to grab his towel and get in the fucking shower right now.
So he does, not glancing at Arthur, he does not want to see him naked and then have to hide some embarrassing bulge under his towel.
The hot water washes over him like the sun kisses the flowers early in the morning, his body relaxes under a warmth that is spreading all over him, and from inside him, a little moment when Alfred let his dreams come reality and watches them like he's watching a movie.
And there's Arthur. Arthur all over him, with his red and wet lips licking up his neck, kissing, touching, exploring every inch of their bodies, running fingers through their hair, breathing each other -
But none of this happens.
Alfred really needs cold water now.
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"So" - Arthur starts saying as they are heading for home - "What are you doing tonight?"
Alfred puts his hands in the pockets, looks around the streets with a not-quite-curious face and the answers in a whisper: "Got a date."
Arthur doesn’t hear and furrow his huge eyebrows and he looks older when he does. Alfred laughed at him the first time he had seen Arthur worried, with that serious look on his face, he suggested him to do something at his eyebrows because they were (still are) really big and Arthur said him to just fuck off.
Now, Alfred really like them. They are part of Arthur's beautiful face, of his expressions, he cannot imagine Arthur without them.
"What did you say?" Arthur asks.
"I said I got a date." Alfred hums.
"The girl you were talking to in the hall?"
Alfred looks at him surprised and nods. There a warm sun touching his shoulders and he feels good.
Arthur yawns and kicks a stone. "Where are you taking her?"
"Not sure, maybe we'll just be at my place".
"Oh" murmurs.
"What about you?"
"Nothing fancy. "
Arthur says him goodbye and they both head for home.
There's a mere chance that the person you like, return your feelings as well.
Maybe, there's also a chance that you can get to know that feeling of being wanted.
There's a scratching sound, the flutter of a butterfly, something is breaking.
Alfred gazes his reflection in a looking glass. His shoulders are stiff, his face frowning.
"Let's go" - he says to himself.
He straightens and leaves.
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This is amazing so far, and I can't wait for more!
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Also, sorry for taking so much time writing, university is just too stressing >3<
I shall write soon the other two parts (:
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Alfred can't believe it. He has a bleeding nose and looks like shit. And he's waiting outside Arthur's door. He texted him before leaving and asked him if he was home. Arthur had just replied with 'yes'.
Very much like him.
So, now Alfred is there. He texts Arthur again, he does not want to ring the bell and wakes Arthur's parents.
'Open the door. I'm here.'
Alfred waits and sees the light on in Arthur's bedroom, so he guesses Arthur is still awake. That's good. He just has to talk to him and tell him how he feels. And then Arthur could actually push him away, which wouldn't be a problem. He has a lot of friends. That's not the problem.
He will miss Arthur, if Arthur ever says his feelings are not returned.
Fuck, he can't.
“You look well-shagged," is Arthur's sarcastic comment when he opens the door.
"Shut up," Alfred replies, "let me in."
Arthur was about to go sleep, Alfred guesses. He's wearing short pants and a whit shirt, a bit tight and a with a huge black guitar on the chest.
Actually, Arthur looks good in short. But again, he always looks good. He notices Alfred is staring at his legs and blushes a bit.
Well, how am I supposed to tell him?
"What, your new girlfriend is already tired of you?"
Alfred snaps out of his thoughts and frowns.
"No, actually .. uhm. I didn't like her. A lot."
"So what? She punched you?"
Alfred nods.
Arthur's eyes widen, "Really?"
Alfred laughs that Arthur looks scandalized for all of a second before he sits on the bed and makes motion for Alfred to sit as well.
Alfred kicks off his shoes and sprawls on the bed, while Arthur draws his legs on him and Alfred thinks his face is burning. Arthur looks fantastic even with those huge eyebrows of him. He rolls and sinks on the pillow, burying his face in it, with blue eyes gazing everywhere but on Arthur's legs on his own. Why does he have to act like these?
Oh, they're best friends.
He could almost think Arthur knows and is teasing him, but he stops himself from thinking he's so lucky.
"Do you want to sleep over?" Arthur says.
Oh, well. Now, that sounds interesting.
"Yeah, if you don't mind. I don't feel like walking home and having mom asking me about a bleeding nose."
Arthur laughs and Alfred can't help but watch the way the corners of his mouth curve and his forehead softens. Also: he shakes his leg.
He stretches, shuffling closer to Alfred, and reaches out, dragging his fingers through Alfred's golden hair. Arthur breathes and he's dangerously close to him, Alfred almost leans forward, but then Arthur pulls away.
Their hands touch.
Alfred's hand starts playing with Arthur's shirt and he's about to speak, when Arthur gets up.
"Where are you going?" Alfred bursts out.
Arthur's blinks at his sudden high voice and eyes indignantly the blood on his nose.
"To get something for that nose. You weren't planning to sleep like that, weren't you?"
"Oh," Alfred relaxes, "Okay."
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"You're so silly", Arthur says, five minutes later, while he's wiping his nose. Arthur grabs him by the chin and doesn't let go until Alfred's nose is clean again. He brushes his fingers on Alfred's face while he's doing the work and Alfred heats up. Again.
"Don't you have a girl, Arthur?" Alfred suddenly asks.
"You know I don't. And what kind of question is that?"
"I was curious. That's all."
Arthus humps.
"Who was your last girlfriend?"
Alfred huffs this time. "I don't remember."
"Then, you last boyfriend?"
Arthur's eyes widen. Why did he ask that?
"Uhm .. I didn't- "
Too late. Arthur pulls away, throws the tissue in the bin and turns away. He opens the closet and pulls out some pants for Alfred.
"I never had a girlfriend." he says, warily.
He never- ?
"..nor a boyfriend." he finishes.
"Oh.." is all Alfred can say. So, he's been overthinking a lot without reasons. He could have asked Arthur earlier. He never did. How stupid.
"And .. is there .." Alfred doesn't finish the question because Arthur climbs on the bed and looks at him with huge, green, penetrating eyes.
"I would say it, if there was someone. We're friends. I just never tell you anything, because there's nothing to say."
"Oh .."
Again, Alfred is out of words. But he needs words. Now.
He wants to takes Arthur on a date, tells him how he feels because wasn't that the reason he was there in the first place?
When he kissed that girl, he said Arthur's name. So, he got a punch. He needs to tell him, because he will never get this close ever again. But how do you tell your best friend you're in love with him?
But then, Alfred blinks up and Arthur is looking at him. He's suddenly a lot more aware that he’s there, in all his blond-haired physicality, his beautiful eyes and red lips, soft lips - they seem soft - and messed hair, so that he leans forward to kiss him and he does not realize it at all. He just does not think.
So Alfred kisses Arthur. Kisses that sharped tongue, traces his mouth and teeth, breathing and sucking every inch of him, feeling that he was sinking against Arthur, pulling him closer.
It is exactly what he wanted all along.
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