Fake (Hetalia: FrUkUs)

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A mess. That's what this was. An absolute, complete mess. This shouldn't have been as hard as it was. It was a mistake. A horrible, terrible mistake. And it was Arthur's fault.

"Please, don't do this!" I ignored him as he begged, and continued putting my things up.

"There's nothing more for me here," I sighed and turned around.

He looked up at me with wide eyes, "But, but- I need you."

I sighed and ran a hand through his hair slowly.

"I'm sorry, but I can't anymore."

"Oh my God!" I looked up at Arthur's older brother, "Either kiss or get back to painting, but otherwise shut up!" Allistor groaned.

"But, I can't reach!" I whined. He glared over at me, and grumbled as he left the room.

"So, you'll stay?" Arthur asked. I smirked and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer.

"Anything for you, babe," I whispered before pecking his lips. He mumbled something. "What was that?"

"That was pathetic," He whispered, and I smirked before capturing his lips again. I felt him smile as I backed us up to the wall and held him there in a sweet, lingering kisses. I broke it after a moment, letting us catch our breath. He smiled, and I returned it, before pecking his lips again, and then his cheek, and his other cheek, and then leaving sweet kisses all over his face until we were both giggling at the small gestures.

"Ugh, please. Get a room before I'm sick," Allistor came in the room carrying a ladder. He dropped it to the ground, causing us to jump as the metal rattled.

"Was that really necessary?" Arthur questioned with an eye roll.

"Yes," The red head grinned. "Got ya and yer boy friend to stop sucking face."

Arthur's face burned in both embarrassment and anger.

"We were not-" Allistor waved him off.

"Whatever, just finish up in here and then ya can stop." With that, he left.

While I thought the conversation was hilarious, Arthur wasn't so amused.

"Did he just leave us to paint his house by ourselves?"

"Technically, just one room," I pointed out.

"I say we dump the paint on his carpet," Arthur grinned with a devious look.

"Okay," I wrapped my arms around his waist and picked him up, carrying him to the corner of the room, "you sit in the corner while I get set up." I set him down on his but and he turned around.

He was about to protest, but I leaned down and captured his open mouth in a kiss. After a few moments j pulled away.

"Stay here," I winked and then went to set up the ladder and the paint.

Allistor had "hired" (read as free labor, he had gone through Arties parents in order to get free labor out of us two) us to help paint his new home.

Once the paint was set up in the PA , and the pan wouldn't fall to the ground, I motioned for Arthur to come hold the ladder for me.

"Just, hold it steady," I told him as I climbed so I could reach the ceiling properly. I climes up and oaused, checking over the roller quickly.

"I have no problem with that," He said, and I turned to see him watching me.

"Perve," I winked at him, and his face burned again but he didn't look away.

I rolled my eyes, and set to painting. It was a long, rather boring process. We moved the ladder multiple times in order to reach the rest of the ceiling and upper walls, dropped the paint pan on the, thankfully covered in plastic, ground only twice, and only got about half of our clothes covered in the white shit. All in all, not bad.

"You're a bloody idiot," Arthur told me as I climbed down the ladder, "how the hell did you manage to dump the paint on yourself?" I turned around and sat on one of the ladder steps ad I wiped at the white staining my pants.

"Y'know, I don't really know," I said as I studied the still wet paint, as if it would tell me the answer.

He groaned, and the next thing I new, he grabbed my shirt and pulled me up to kiss him. Well, today was just a good day, wasn't it?

We kept up the kiss, his arms locking around me, and mine around him, until a few minutes later when we accidentally toppled the ladder and everything on it.

We both stared at the mess for a moment, how on earth had we missed getting hit by the ladder, and then at each other before we burst into laughter.

"What the hell..?" We both looked up at Allistor, who was looking at the mess with a look of "how the hell?" and we broke into another fit of laughter.

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"Well, that was certainly entertaining," Arthur mused as he walked out of my bathroom towel drying his hair.

"Yeah," I yawned, "but now I'm exhausted."

We had come back to my house, a dangerous feat considering we were covered in paint, and used the bathroom to get cleaned up. It was around three pm already, but I couldn't help but want a nap.

"It's too late for a nap," Arthur sat on the edge of the bed and dropped his towel on the ground.

"But, I'm tired!" I whined.

"Too bad."

I pouted, glaring at him for a few moments before wrapping my arms around his waist and pulling him to me, burying my face in his back.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" He shouted as I locked my grip on him.

"Sleeping?" I muttered, my voice muffled by his back. He was incredibly warm, and I loved it. He smelled like my body wash, and still a hint of paint, and his skin was still slightly damp from the shower.

"No, now get up," His voice broke my appreciation of his body. I frowned and looked up, meeting his emerald eyes. I didn't say anything, just stared into his eyes with a pout until he broke down.

"Fine!" He finally said in exasperation, "at least move over."

"Yay!" I cheered as I released him and let him lay beside me on top of the covers.

I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him to me, causing him to yelp as I buried my face in the back of his neck.

"Goodnight, Iggy," I murmured against his skin.

I felt him shudder. "Night," He muttered in return.

I smiled as I began falling asleep. He was just too cute.

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So, this is my little update of happiness!! *spins in circles and sings Cinderella songs* I'm in a very good mood (and I'm procrastinating an essay on Beowulf that's due tomorrow) so here's and little happy update.

Yay!

~Au revior