Hetalia kink meme part 23
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hetalia kink meme
part 23
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America stands at the foot of the bed, leaning bodily on one of its posts, keeping his distance.
“Alfred, go to bed before you fall asleep on your feet. I’ll be fine.” England sinks underneath the bedding and leans against his pillows.
“But who did this? Was it something you did?”
“No,” he growls, averting his gaze. “This was nothing I’ve done. I can assure you.”
“Then, Ar…then what happened?” America cannot say his name. Or just will not?
“We will discuss this further in the morning. I have a terrible headache. And, you will in the morning if you don’t waltz yourself right out of here, and make yourself at home in your bed that I just put fresh linens on yesterday afternoon. If you don’t, so help me, Alfred, I will wallop you within an inch of your life, superpower or otherwise.”
“Yeah…” He stares at the rug beneath his feet, and suddenly pushes himself off the bedpost. “See you in the morning….”
“Goodnight, Alfred.”
“I’ll fix the door tomorrow.” He pads across the room and props the door closed with hardly a sound and his footsteps disappear down the hallway, except for the occasional squeak of the old wood flooring.
The room is turns dark and quiet. He is sleepy, which is a surprise. His headache remains and serves only to muddle his thoughts, and make him feel lonely. England settles down in bed and wonders why he sent America away. He wishes he hadn’t dismissed Alfred, while looking so pathetic, but he had no comfort to give. Alfred had stared so intently at the armchair across the room maybe he had wanted to stay despite his discomfort--if only for the company. Best not feed his hero complex; although the way his eyes light up when he can be of use makes his face look attractive. Where that thought came from, leaves England puzzled as sleep--or exhaustion--catches up with him-her. He rolls against his chest and grumbles a last time before sleep takes its hold.
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