°•Obsessed With You•° [Napoleon And Alexander]

Chapter two: Rainy days

I adore Alexander, also known as Sasha, which is what people often refer to him as. That man means the whole world to me, but if I ever tell someone else that Alexander isn't extremely oblivious, I would be lying to them and myself.
There have been numerous times in which I have made an attempt to confess my feelings to him, but he unfortunately did not catch my drift.
And now, here we are, me and him on an open field, taking a long walk together, just the two of us. Today, it was very cold. Russian weather is quite rigid, but it is a bit colder than it usually is.

We were planning on taking a stroll today, but I could tell that Alexander did not expect the weather to be as cold as it ended up being.
Sasha's clothing looked a bit too thin for this weatherz it looked like it was unable to provide much warmth, which is not quite appropriate for such cold weather.
I did not want to say anything, but I opened my mouth anyway.

"The weather is quite rough and frigid today. Isn't it, Alexander?" I broke the silence, attempting to initiate a bit small talk that could potentially lead to an actual conversation between the two of us.
He turned his view towards me, and his cheeks looked more pink than usual for some reason. It was most likely because of the weather.

"I presume so.." I noticed that he had shifted his gaze away from mine after speaking in his soft voice.
His reply was very short and simple. I was expecting him to say a bit more than what he had said, but maybe he felt a bit cumbersome since we have been sauntering around for a few minutes without even saying a single word to one another.

I looked at the blue-eyed man up and down, noticing that his slender body was slightly trembling-- most likely from the cold weather.

"Are you..." I paused in the middle of the sentence. He looked at me again, the wind making his blond hair flow a bit.

"Are you cold, Sasha? Your clothes do not seem quite appropriate for the weather which we are having today." I queried as I leaned closer to the taller man, slightly inclining my head towards him.

Alexander soflty gasped, taking a step back.
He placed a singular hand on his chest and opened his mouth to speak.
"I am not cold, Napoleon! I am quite used to this weather. In fact-- I think that it is a bit warm today. Just because you are cold does not mean that I am as well." He seemed quite offended that I could imply that we was cold.
Sasha's movements became a bit more eccentric than usual, and his tone of voice was quite defensive.

I smiled while watching him overreact to my question, which was something so miniscule. He is not the type of person to be easily irritated.

"Are you sure, Alexander? I mean.. If you're cold, I could perhaps hand you my coat." A soft smirk appeared on my face, I was nervous, but I tried not to show it.

"I..." The golden haired Tsar shifted his gaze away from mine. lowering his head before he spoke, his face slightly reddened.

"I am quite alright, Napoleon." Alexander paused, then he slowly put his hands behind his back, "But-- thank you for the offer.." A soft smile appeared on the sides of his mouth as he looked back down at me. He gave me a gentle look as he opened his mouth to continue his sentence."..Boney man."

I pushed him playfully as he began to giggle, his charming smile appearing on his rozy face. "Alexander, that is not  funny. It's not funny at all! Only the British call me by that name, Alexander. Only the Brits call me the Boney man! And guess what, Alexander? I hate the British Alexander, I hate the British! You should know this by now, Sasha..."

Alexander's cackle became louder because of my reaction, which I will admit was a bit of an over-reaction.
I hated the idea of Alexander laughing at me-- but he looked quite handsome when he had a smile on his face.
I can not deny that It does make me blush, I tried to hide it so that he couldn't see it.

I grabbed Alexander's hand. "Sasha, this is serious!." Alexander's laugh began to fade, but he continued to smile.
"Alright, I am very sorry.." Sasha looked down at me. "Now, may you let go of my hand, Napoleon?" He asked politely, slowly tilting his head to the side.
"Oh! Right.." I let go of his hand and put some distance between the two of us.

We walked in silence for a minute or two. But.. I couldn't help but stare at him without him noticing.

He is very charming, I wanted to tell him how I feel about him, how beautiful and endearing he is in my perspective.
If he wasn't so oblivious, this would be easier. But -- I could try it again. I could try to confess to him again, confess how I feel about him, maybe he feels the same about me as I feel about him.
It's unlikely, but it could be possible.

"Alexander, there is something that I feel the need to tell you." I shifted my gaze towards him, I began to fidget my fingers out of nervousness.

He lowered his head slightly to look down at me, a soft smile appearing on his face. "What may that be?" He paused.
"Is it about a political matter of some sort? Or, maybe a personal mater that you wish to discuss with me?" He tilted his head to the side slightly.

My heart raced quickly in my chest. This is it.. This is when I tell him how I feel...
"It's... About a personal matter, something that I feel the need to tell you about. Something that I think you should know, Sasha." As I spoke, I inclined towards him slightly.

"Well, alright. You may tell me. What is it, Napoleon?"

And as if the sky was against me, it began to rain.
We made an attempt to seek cover from the cold, pouring water which fell from the clouds. The raindrops fell down onto the ground like silver arrows, splashing onto the ground and making a loud noise, and they did so.
We did eventually find shelter, but we were dripping wet, and our clothing garments were covered in rain water.

And the thing is.. I didn't even mutter a single word to Alexander, I just left. I wish I hadn't, I regret it now.
I have heard that he had gotten sick from the rain, I tried to write him a letter wishing him for a quick recovery, but I threw it away before I could send it to him.
I just wish I had said something to him while I was still there, I wish that I had tried to tell him sooner.

I rolled around on the warm mattress of the bed, unable to fall asleep.
I usually struggle with sleeping habits, but.. I knew very well that this time, the reason why I was struggling to fall asleep was because I needed to talk to him.

I got up from my bed, slowly approaching the desk that was on the opposite side of the room which I was in.
I sat down on the wooden chair, grabbed a paper, and placed it on the desk, trying to find the proper words to use for the letter that I was going to send to Sasha.
I looked out the window and noticed the full moon in the sky. A soft smile appeared on my face as I dipped the pen in ink.