Fanfiction~Untitled
Doesn't have a title.... I know, it's dumb. I don't really like it that much.... uhm.... the beginning is okay, but yeah, whatever. Uhm... I'll accept art for it if you really want (it would be so very much appreciated! :DD but not necessary haha) and if you wanna give me a title, it will also be accepted ;D haha! Just some background info, I LOVE AmericaxEngland, it's my favorite pairing of all time! :D yeah! So I wrote a fan fiction, it's pretty short, and I based it off a picture I saw awhile ago... it was a beautiful picture but I can't find it again! :( I would give it credit (because it was amazing...!) but I don't remember where I found it.. so.. yeah :( very sad. but on a lighter note, I hope you enjoy it! :) I might post it in small sections, so just keep coming back in case I update.... so that's it :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Axis Powers: Hetalia
Warning: Yaoi, but no fluff... pretty PG.
Title: Untitled (Wanna gimme one? XP hah)
Summary: AmericaxEngland are stranded in the middle of summer in Texas(?) It's too hot outside to do anything, except maybe sulk.
"Ugh, it's so damn hot."
Arthur wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he watched heat waves rise from the flat ground in front of him. He looked around at the desolate land and noted how ugly it was. Brown dirt, small rocks, flat land, and one blaring sun. He thought once or twice about escaping into the grimy excuse of a general store, with it's rotting wooden shelves and peeling linoleum flooring, but the place didn't even have air conditioning, just shelter from the fiery orb above him, but he would not subject himself to that kind of torture. No, all that grime and muck was too much for a gentleman like him. No, he was fine with braving the heat.
"What is taking him so long??" he wondered aloud. As if on cue, a man walked out of the door of the shack, letting door slam shut behind him, and walked down the small steps leading off the porch to the tiny bench Arthur was perched upon. The man wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a large leather jacket, a stupid idea in this heat, Arthur thought, and the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose held the glare of the sun as he held his head towards the sky.
"Isn't it beautiful?" the man asked, his neck still craned toward the clear blue sky, as he simultaneously held out his hand toward Arthur, which held a glass bottle of soda. Arthur hesitated fro a moment. He wasn't usually a soda drinker, he preferred tea, but just the condensation on the outside of the bottle made him want to groan, so he accepted the bottle without a word. "I just love the way the sky goes on forever," the man continued, "like it never ends and there is no limit to what it can hold..."
"How poetic of you, Alfred," Arthur's voice dripped with sarcasm, "I didn't think you noticed anything besides yourself."
"I have my moments," Alfred teased, snapping out of his daze and taking a seat next to Arthur on the bench. He opened his own soda bottle and put it to his lips. Arthur watched, transfixed as Alfred drank. He noticed the way his lips held the bottle, how his long lashes curled so perfectly off his closed eyelids, how his jawline moves as he swallowed each gulp and how each bead of sweat ran down his neck so slowly and gracefully. Arthur quickly looked away and took a drink from his own bottle, pretending to be occupied with the dastardly scenery. He should never have come down here with Alfred.
Pulling the bottle from his lips, Alfred turned towards Arthur and smiled, a dazzled look in his eyes, the kind of look that told Arthur he was about to propose some sort of crazy idea, the kind of look that made Arthur's heart ache as he gazed into those beautiful blue eyes and wished he could in some way, let Alfred know just how much he longed for him. But Arthur held his gaze steady, his stare filled with mock annoyance as he waited for Alfred's preposterous proposal.
"We should go swimming!" Alfred stated, not even noticing how Arthur's heart had skipped a couple of beats as he imagined the man shirtless and dripping wet from the water. Realizing he should probably reply to Alfred's request, he looked around at their surroundings and then back at his friend before he snapped back, "And... where were you planning on this even taking place?"
America laughed at the question. The laugh sounded so clean and crisp, cutting right through all the heavy, hot air and making their situation seem a little less unpleasant, if only for a moment.
"Not now, silly!" Alfred continued, "I mean, just sometime soon, when we get back. We could go swimming and invite Ivan and Yao and Francis over! And maybe Ivan might want to bring his sisters over, too! I think they're kind of pretty! Natalia always wears that long dress, I wonder how cute she would look in a bathing suit! And Ivan's other sister... uhm... hm... what's her name? i don't know, it always slips my mind. But I think she'd look good in a bathing suit, too!"
Alfred rambled on and on, Arthur mostly tuning him out. He knew he could just listen to the sound of his voice and never need to respond; Alfred often had conversations with himself. Arthur listened to Alfred's voice rise with excitement and lower and flatten when he thought a question out loud to himself. He put his soda to his lips and began to drink and as his friend rambled on, he realized what Alfred had said. Ivan's sisters... Pretty... bathing suit... Suddenly, Arthur didn't feel so well. He felt a twinge of jealousy strike him, his blood boiling under his skin as he thought of all those other people sharing special moments with Alfred, moments that should belong only to Arthur.
"Why are you thinking about his now?!" Arthur but in, cutting the man off mid-sentence. "We should be looking out for our ride! You're the one who got us into this mess in the first place, you git!" Alfred just stared at his friend, obviously not knowing how to respond. "Maybe you should have paid a little more attention to the bloody gas meter. We could have filled up before we left and avoid being stuck in the middle of no where!" Arthur continued to ramble on about America's mistakes hoping he could get the man to stop picturing Ivan's sisters in bathing suits. "Besides," he finished his argument, "Russia's sisters aren't even interested in you!"
At this comment it was silent for only a moment before Alfred shot back.
"You're just jealous because you know I have a chance with them!"
"Wha-?! No, I'm not!"
"Yes! Why else would you sat that?!?!"
"What are yo-??"
"Yeah! And why else would you challenge me?!"
"I didn't even- where'd you get that idea?!"
"Oh, just you wait and see, England," Alfred challenged, "wait until they swoon over me!" He put exaggerated emphasis on the word "swoon". "I am the hero, after all," he added with a wink.
Arthur felt his face turning red with anger and frustration. Why did he have to be so oblivious to the fact that Arthur could give him everything he needed, he didn't need anyone else... Arthur would always be there for him... no matter what...
"I don't care! You can do whatever the bloody hell you want!" Arthur pushed himself off the bench and stormed off. He wasn't quite sure where he was going, no other buildings could be found for miles. Maybe with this heat, he thought, I'll just eventually die and wither away and then he'll forget about me and I'll never have to worry about that idiot ever again. He frowned, thinking of how easily he could get upset over something so miniscule. But it is a big deal, he began, because...
He couldn't force himself to think the words. He kept walking. If the younger nation had been calling out to him, he couldn't hear him, nor did he want to. He just needed to get away, make sense of all his feelings. For so long he noticed things about that prat that others would never notice. He would often find himself staring and if someone asked what he happened to be staring at he would blush furiously and yell at them until they were no longer interested. For so long he wanted to tell Alfred about his feelings, but he always found reasons not to. He imagined the man telling about another new skanky girlfriend he might have met or simply not being interested in Arthur's proposal. Or worse, being flat out disgusted.
Arthur felt his heart sink into his stomach as the thought developed in his mind. He was so tired of always being burdened by Alfred's gorgeous face embedded in his brain or always wondering what he was doing while Arthur was sitting at home, bored and alone.
Arthur looked around him as this thought sank deep into his soul. He didn't know how long he'd been walking, but the sun was nearing the edge of the sky, the meeting point between boring, flat land and endless, beautiful, mesmerizing sky. That's all England was and would ever be; plain, predictable, and never changing land, while America was they sky; colorful and bright, beautiful and everlasting. But Alfred was so high in the sky with his hopes and dreams, he never realized that eventually he needed to come down, like the sun, but maybe one day he could come down to Arthur's level and see that all he ever needed was to rest, was to pause and find that England had been waiting for him all along.
Arthur, feeling drained from his previous frustration, began to slow down and kick the loose dirt, watching the small puffs of smoke disperse into the air. He felt really lonely... if only he could find a way to erase Alfred from his mind altogether so he would never have to feel hurt ever again. He was tired of the constant ache in his heart, all he wanted was to run away. He looked up at the sky. No longer was it the clear and bright blue from before, now it was a deep purple and shades of blue, pink, orange and red, all blending together to create a perfect painting-like landscape.
I should probably turn back, he thought, I don't know when the tow truck is supposed to come pick us up. But he couldn't bear going back to Alfred, letting him see him so hurt and vulnerable... He wished he was stronger. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at his feet. "I'll never be good enough," he whispered, and with that he fell to the ground and let the tears flow down his face. They were warm and they stung his eyes. He fel the lump in his throat as he tried to swallow them back, bu tthey continued to stream down his face. "Why can I never be with you? What makes you overlook me? Why will I never be good enough? What did I do wrong?" He asked himself. It's not just some little problem, he began again, because... because...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Axis Powers: Hetalia
Warning: Yaoi, but no fluff... pretty PG.
Title: Untitled (Wanna gimme one? XP hah)
Summary: AmericaxEngland are stranded in the middle of summer in Texas(?) It's too hot outside to do anything, except maybe sulk.
"Ugh, it's so damn hot."
Arthur wiped his forehead with the back of his hand as he watched heat waves rise from the flat ground in front of him. He looked around at the desolate land and noted how ugly it was. Brown dirt, small rocks, flat land, and one blaring sun. He thought once or twice about escaping into the grimy excuse of a general store, with it's rotting wooden shelves and peeling linoleum flooring, but the place didn't even have air conditioning, just shelter from the fiery orb above him, but he would not subject himself to that kind of torture. No, all that grime and muck was too much for a gentleman like him. No, he was fine with braving the heat.
"What is taking him so long??" he wondered aloud. As if on cue, a man walked out of the door of the shack, letting door slam shut behind him, and walked down the small steps leading off the porch to the tiny bench Arthur was perched upon. The man wore blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a large leather jacket, a stupid idea in this heat, Arthur thought, and the glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose held the glare of the sun as he held his head towards the sky.
"Isn't it beautiful?" the man asked, his neck still craned toward the clear blue sky, as he simultaneously held out his hand toward Arthur, which held a glass bottle of soda. Arthur hesitated fro a moment. He wasn't usually a soda drinker, he preferred tea, but just the condensation on the outside of the bottle made him want to groan, so he accepted the bottle without a word. "I just love the way the sky goes on forever," the man continued, "like it never ends and there is no limit to what it can hold..."
"How poetic of you, Alfred," Arthur's voice dripped with sarcasm, "I didn't think you noticed anything besides yourself."
"I have my moments," Alfred teased, snapping out of his daze and taking a seat next to Arthur on the bench. He opened his own soda bottle and put it to his lips. Arthur watched, transfixed as Alfred drank. He noticed the way his lips held the bottle, how his long lashes curled so perfectly off his closed eyelids, how his jawline moves as he swallowed each gulp and how each bead of sweat ran down his neck so slowly and gracefully. Arthur quickly looked away and took a drink from his own bottle, pretending to be occupied with the dastardly scenery. He should never have come down here with Alfred.
Pulling the bottle from his lips, Alfred turned towards Arthur and smiled, a dazzled look in his eyes, the kind of look that told Arthur he was about to propose some sort of crazy idea, the kind of look that made Arthur's heart ache as he gazed into those beautiful blue eyes and wished he could in some way, let Alfred know just how much he longed for him. But Arthur held his gaze steady, his stare filled with mock annoyance as he waited for Alfred's preposterous proposal.
"We should go swimming!" Alfred stated, not even noticing how Arthur's heart had skipped a couple of beats as he imagined the man shirtless and dripping wet from the water. Realizing he should probably reply to Alfred's request, he looked around at their surroundings and then back at his friend before he snapped back, "And... where were you planning on this even taking place?"
America laughed at the question. The laugh sounded so clean and crisp, cutting right through all the heavy, hot air and making their situation seem a little less unpleasant, if only for a moment.
"Not now, silly!" Alfred continued, "I mean, just sometime soon, when we get back. We could go swimming and invite Ivan and Yao and Francis over! And maybe Ivan might want to bring his sisters over, too! I think they're kind of pretty! Natalia always wears that long dress, I wonder how cute she would look in a bathing suit! And Ivan's other sister... uhm... hm... what's her name? i don't know, it always slips my mind. But I think she'd look good in a bathing suit, too!"
Alfred rambled on and on, Arthur mostly tuning him out. He knew he could just listen to the sound of his voice and never need to respond; Alfred often had conversations with himself. Arthur listened to Alfred's voice rise with excitement and lower and flatten when he thought a question out loud to himself. He put his soda to his lips and began to drink and as his friend rambled on, he realized what Alfred had said. Ivan's sisters... Pretty... bathing suit... Suddenly, Arthur didn't feel so well. He felt a twinge of jealousy strike him, his blood boiling under his skin as he thought of all those other people sharing special moments with Alfred, moments that should belong only to Arthur.
"Why are you thinking about his now?!" Arthur but in, cutting the man off mid-sentence. "We should be looking out for our ride! You're the one who got us into this mess in the first place, you git!" Alfred just stared at his friend, obviously not knowing how to respond. "Maybe you should have paid a little more attention to the bloody gas meter. We could have filled up before we left and avoid being stuck in the middle of no where!" Arthur continued to ramble on about America's mistakes hoping he could get the man to stop picturing Ivan's sisters in bathing suits. "Besides," he finished his argument, "Russia's sisters aren't even interested in you!"
At this comment it was silent for only a moment before Alfred shot back.
"You're just jealous because you know I have a chance with them!"
"Wha-?! No, I'm not!"
"Yes! Why else would you sat that?!?!"
"What are yo-??"
"Yeah! And why else would you challenge me?!"
"I didn't even- where'd you get that idea?!"
"Oh, just you wait and see, England," Alfred challenged, "wait until they swoon over me!" He put exaggerated emphasis on the word "swoon". "I am the hero, after all," he added with a wink.
Arthur felt his face turning red with anger and frustration. Why did he have to be so oblivious to the fact that Arthur could give him everything he needed, he didn't need anyone else... Arthur would always be there for him... no matter what...
"I don't care! You can do whatever the bloody hell you want!" Arthur pushed himself off the bench and stormed off. He wasn't quite sure where he was going, no other buildings could be found for miles. Maybe with this heat, he thought, I'll just eventually die and wither away and then he'll forget about me and I'll never have to worry about that idiot ever again. He frowned, thinking of how easily he could get upset over something so miniscule. But it is a big deal, he began, because...
He couldn't force himself to think the words. He kept walking. If the younger nation had been calling out to him, he couldn't hear him, nor did he want to. He just needed to get away, make sense of all his feelings. For so long he noticed things about that prat that others would never notice. He would often find himself staring and if someone asked what he happened to be staring at he would blush furiously and yell at them until they were no longer interested. For so long he wanted to tell Alfred about his feelings, but he always found reasons not to. He imagined the man telling about another new skanky girlfriend he might have met or simply not being interested in Arthur's proposal. Or worse, being flat out disgusted.
Arthur felt his heart sink into his stomach as the thought developed in his mind. He was so tired of always being burdened by Alfred's gorgeous face embedded in his brain or always wondering what he was doing while Arthur was sitting at home, bored and alone.
Arthur looked around him as this thought sank deep into his soul. He didn't know how long he'd been walking, but the sun was nearing the edge of the sky, the meeting point between boring, flat land and endless, beautiful, mesmerizing sky. That's all England was and would ever be; plain, predictable, and never changing land, while America was they sky; colorful and bright, beautiful and everlasting. But Alfred was so high in the sky with his hopes and dreams, he never realized that eventually he needed to come down, like the sun, but maybe one day he could come down to Arthur's level and see that all he ever needed was to rest, was to pause and find that England had been waiting for him all along.
Arthur, feeling drained from his previous frustration, began to slow down and kick the loose dirt, watching the small puffs of smoke disperse into the air. He felt really lonely... if only he could find a way to erase Alfred from his mind altogether so he would never have to feel hurt ever again. He was tired of the constant ache in his heart, all he wanted was to run away. He looked up at the sky. No longer was it the clear and bright blue from before, now it was a deep purple and shades of blue, pink, orange and red, all blending together to create a perfect painting-like landscape.
I should probably turn back, he thought, I don't know when the tow truck is supposed to come pick us up. But he couldn't bear going back to Alfred, letting him see him so hurt and vulnerable... He wished he was stronger. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at his feet. "I'll never be good enough," he whispered, and with that he fell to the ground and let the tears flow down his face. They were warm and they stung his eyes. He fel the lump in his throat as he tried to swallow them back, bu tthey continued to stream down his face. "Why can I never be with you? What makes you overlook me? Why will I never be good enough? What did I do wrong?" He asked himself. It's not just some little problem, he began again, because... because...