London Rain ( Hetalia )

rainy day

chapter 1

I swore under my breath as the cold rain pleated down on my hair. Of course i had the fabulous idea of  going on a walk to town today, without checking the weather forecast. Now i know what your thinking. 'why didnt she just look at the clouds?' well the answer to that question is that this, damn storm came out of thin air, quite literally. 

My apartment is to far away. Sighing i swiped my now dark hair (due to rain) out of my eyes and ran to the nearest bus stop. getting there, I realised i had five more minutes of standing in the rain. There are other people there that unlike me, actually had enough brains to bring an umbrella.

I Tucked a strand of wet hair behind my ear.  leaning on the bus stops sign, I saw that the bus bench was taken up by the strangers. I'm probably going to catch a cold. shivering a little ,my hand went to my forehead. I do it out of habit when im worried or stressed.

Water dripped of the ringlets in my hair. My hair was naturally curly. I swore in my head. It will be an absolute mess in the morning.

Curse London and its weather! I came from Michigan originally, one might think that I'd be used to such weather. Well they were wrong. Im used to below zero and heavy snow, Not continues downpours and coming home everyday soaked to the bone.

I once again sighed for the umpteenth time.

I felt a small tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I was ready to snap something out, when i saw an arm holding a small blue umbrella over my head. I paused and followed up the arm to its owner. My own hazel eyes met with shocking emerald green. "wheres your umbrella?" he asked, his  voice laced with concern. Was a stranger actually worried about my well being? this is definetly something new.

"I.. um.. I-I forgot mine" I mumbled still a bit schocked at how much kindness im getting from a person i dont even know. I could obviously tell that he has lived here for a long time with his heavy british accent. His thick eyebrows furrowed. "but you'll catch a cold!", I nodded and looked at the ground. He handed me his apparently extra umbrella into my cold, wet hands.

"um, thank you" I mumbled again, still questioning this strangers motives. Why is he being so nice?! I looked up to the blue umbrella i held over my head. It was a childs umbrella, I can barely fit under it. I wonder why he has it. 

Maybe he has kids? or siblings? The public bus rolled up and I closed the umbrella and tried to shake the rain off it, and gave it to the man, once more mumbling a "thank you" I walked the buses steps and gave the driver his money. I walked the isle and took a seat by a window. The man sat in the seat next to me. I glanced at him seeing him smile slightly. I quickly looked back out the window.