It Went As Follows (1/?)
anonymous
May 23 2009, 02:42:12 UTC
From now on, Canada decided, he was never going to smoke again. America would be so proud (and then go down to bother Mexico into giving him some weed, even though she was trying hard to get rid of it).
Yeah, he was giving up on it. Really.
He slowly got off the bed (though he really, really wanted to just jump off) because he didn’t want to wake the other nation up. He turned red as the leaf of his flag when the sheet moved with him, revealing more of the sleeping man’s body…oh…
All the blood drained from his face and rushed downward. Totally involuntarily. He moved to throw the sheet back, but he too was naked.
So he had been a little high, just a little, even while he wasn’t in his own country, oh god. He could already hear France in his head Très bonne Canada.
Just seconds after his heart swelled, it shattered.
America.
He’d…he’d been confused for America again. The realization struck him hard and effectively killed his growing erection.
W-why else would England sleep with him. England had been drunk too, so…so he had thought that…he had confused Canada for America again. None of the usual anger rose, just heartbreaking despair, and his already fuzzy vision grew even worse as tears began prickling in his eyes.
He stifled his sobs and shakily looked for his glasses and clothes.
He tried not to look at the sleeping nation, so when he felt him crying eyes try to look, he wiped them with his sleeve and continued looking for his jacket and tie. After finding his jacket and putting it on, he choked back a sob when he saw his tie poking out from between England’s head and his pillow.
He had to leave, and leave it there.
He had to get away before England woke up and realized he wasn’t America.
So he left, heart broken and crying.
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“Matthew…” England murmured as he shifted. Slowly his green eyes opened and nuzzled his pillow. He was slowly falling back to sleep, when he noticed that there was nobody with him.
His eyes opened and looked over his shoulder; nobody.
“Matthew?” He cleared his throat when it cracked and called again.
There was no answer.
“Matthew?!” England tried again, louder. Maybe he was downstairs?
Again, no answer. His thick eyebrows furrowed and then called for a fairy. One of them might tell him were in the house Matthew might be.
There…there was no answer from them either. He shot up, panic assaulted his body as well as pain. He hissed as he stood and quickly wrapped the sheet around his body. He called out in the hall, each yell louder.
Re: It Went As Follows (1/?)
anonymous
May 23 2009, 07:54:38 UTC
...D'aw...Poor babies...Matthew...you idiot. And Arthur...is actually innocent of any wrongdoing here, he knew who Matty was! For once...XD (Oh please anon, let this have a happy ending? DX) And...Arthur can't hear the fairies? Or see them? (Is this one of those, 'he finally got laid and thus is no longer innocent enough to see them' things? If so...Poor baby.)
Yeah, he was giving up on it. Really.
He slowly got off the bed (though he really, really wanted to just jump off) because he didn’t want to wake the other nation up. He turned red as the leaf of his flag when the sheet moved with him, revealing more of the sleeping man’s body…oh…
All the blood drained from his face and rushed downward. Totally involuntarily. He moved to throw the sheet back, but he too was naked.
So he had been a little high, just a little, even while he wasn’t in his own country, oh god. He could already hear France in his head Très bonne Canada.
Just seconds after his heart swelled, it shattered.
America.
He’d…he’d been confused for America again. The realization struck him hard and effectively killed his growing erection.
W-why else would England sleep with him. England had been drunk too, so…so he had thought that…he had confused Canada for America again. None of the usual anger rose, just heartbreaking despair, and his already fuzzy vision grew even worse as tears began prickling in his eyes.
He stifled his sobs and shakily looked for his glasses and clothes.
He tried not to look at the sleeping nation, so when he felt him crying eyes try to look, he wiped them with his sleeve and continued looking for his jacket and tie. After finding his jacket and putting it on, he choked back a sob when he saw his tie poking out from between England’s head and his pillow.
He had to leave, and leave it there.
He had to get away before England woke up and realized he wasn’t America.
So he left, heart broken and crying.
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“Matthew…” England murmured as he shifted. Slowly his green eyes opened and nuzzled his pillow. He was slowly falling back to sleep, when he noticed that there was nobody with him.
His eyes opened and looked over his shoulder; nobody.
“Matthew?” He cleared his throat when it cracked and called again.
There was no answer.
“Matthew?!” England tried again, louder. Maybe he was downstairs?
Again, no answer. His thick eyebrows furrowed and then called for a fairy. One of them might tell him were in the house Matthew might be.
There…there was no answer from them either. He shot up, panic assaulted his body as well as pain. He hissed as he stood and quickly wrapped the sheet around his body. He called out in the hall, each yell louder.
There was nothing but bloody silence.
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This is going to be fucking epic <3
More please, more <333
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Ffff, I can't wait to see how this unfolds!
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