Fake (Hetalia: FrUkUs)

.6.

When Arthur woke up, I was cooking in the kitchen.

"Sorry," He yawned as he walked in the kitchen, "Didn't mean to fall asleep on our study session." I looked back from the stove and stared at him confused.

"What're you talking about? It's eleven o'clock," I glanced out the window over the kitchen sink, "In the morning." His eyes went wide and he turned towards the window.

"Oh, hell," He cursed, "I didn't mean to stay over either." I shrugged and turned back to the stove while flipping an omelet.

"It's fine. It is Saturday, not like anything important is happening," I slid the omelet off onto the plate. "Here's yours," I said as I passed him the plate. He took it, thanked me, and sat down at the table as I got him a glass of milk.

"What about you?" He asked as he cut off a piece. I dropped in a chair and slid the glass over to him.

"You were slow, dude. I already ate like, three!" He smirked and took a bite. I waited for a moment before jumping to my feet.

"I'm gonna go shower, you can just chill if you want to," I told him. He nodded as he continued to eat, and I took the stairs two at a time up to the second floor. When I went into my room I grabbed my towel from the chair and went to the bathroom, quickly stripping to shower.

When I was finished I wrapped the towel around my waist and applied the antibacterial cream to my arms before wrapping them in fresh bandages.

I shook my hair, getting some of the excess water from it and brushed my teeth before quickly shaving. When finished, I cleaned up the sink area and grabbed my necklace from where I had set it on the back of the counter. It was my Dad's dog tags, and a silver ring from my brother.

I opened my door to enter my room and jumped when I saw Arthur standing in there. Thankfully, he was turned from me and I closed the door so only my head and the upper part of my chest were visible.

"Dude. Why are you in here?" He spun around, his eyes widening slightly when he saw me, before he scoffed.

"You act like we've never had gym class together." I blew a chunk of hair from my forehead.

"Forgot my towel." His face flushed.

"Oh, um, well..." He left the room and shut the door. I opened the door and came out of the bathroom, taking my towel from my waist and quickly towel drying my hair. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt and quickly dressed before grabbing a blue sweater from my closet and throwing it on.

"Yo! You can come in now!" I called through the door. He opened it and peered in slightly through the opening in the door before pushing it wide and coming in.

I fell back onto my bed and he dropped into my computer chair. I reached for my phone, which had been left there over night, and unlocked it.

"Damn, Artie." I whistled, "Fifteen missed calls?"

"I had been waiting for ten bloody minutes."

I cleared out his calls, and looked through my phone messages. Aside from ten missed texts from Arthur, which I teased him (and got hit) for, there were three other texts.

"Party at Dawson's tonight," I remarked uninterested.

"Didn't his last party get busted?" He asked as he looked up from something on my desk.

I nodded, "Which is why I'm not going." Delete. The second one was from my mother, reminding me she most definitely would not be home in one month. At least she apologized. Delete.